Folklore and the Fairy Hill
John Muir Trust land manager Liz Auty explores some of the history and mystery associated with Schiehallion It towers over the heart of Scotland, its unmistakable conical peak visible across vast distances. Schiehallion, whose name...
Moorhen Chicks
Black fluff, feather fluff, Red cap, red beak. Plop! Float like natural, Perch on leaf, Lily holds him, Mother feeds him, Life is good. Nest on island, Hidden shelter, In the reeds. Mother knows, Hides...
A eulogy to the NHS: What happened to the world my generation built? | Society | The Guardian
I just have to reblog this, for the sakes of all those who haven’t a clue what life was like before 1948 – yes a mere 69 years ago! – and actually believe what the...
Still as Ghosts
after watching the video ringing of the Dyfi osprey chicks 2017 Thump! Crash! Up from the ground the thing comes. Still as ghosts we sit. Smell! Scent! Sound! It peers over the edge of the...
Rain from Heaven
Sipping, slurping, gulping, burping Garden thirsty for the rain Leaves unfurling, roots uncurling Supping up the soft wet rain Flowers dripping, grass-heads tipping Holding shiny beads of rain Lady’s Mantle holds the candle Cupping silver...
Cat Astrophy
The pull from the flying saucer was overwhelming. Resistance is futile, Tabitha told herself. Her mother and siblings would miss her but the thrill of adventure had entered her bones. She just hoped there’d be...
Midsummer Turning of the Year
Today the sun moves on Three days he has stood still Rising at the same point on the horizon While the two kings wrestle Oak has been the guardian Caring for the Lady Since the...
Hunter in Darkness
Whiskers twitching Ears listening Eyes slit She senses her prey in the gloaming light Night holds no terrors Except for Man Him she shuns eludes Escapes if she can Whiskers twitching in the gloaming light...
Four Magpie Brothers
Four young magpies, brothers, sat upon the porch roof this morning. Squabbling, squawking, pecking the tiles. Wicked, so they are. Lads and louts. Waiting to see what I will do. I go to the window....
Dragon Bones
River rushing, tumbling streaming Flowing faster than your dreaming River runs between the stones Washing clean the dragon’s bones Forest crowding round the brink Will you swim or will you sink Trees and water, bones...
Mountain Breasts
Breasts rise out of the darkness Ghostly white In their transparent cover of snow mist Pointed, eager, asking for caress They stand up proud against the grey sky Soft cloud-blanket comes to wrap them warm...
The Mother’s Blanket
High up The road goes on Over the cliff of nowhere Into the lands of everywhere The Mother’s blanket Blue and white and grey Hangs over all Giving the water of life Land Songs Series ©...
Purple Light
Soft woolly blanket of clouds Reaches out covering the sky Sun rips Yellow-gold leaves shine in the purple light Robin sings Land Songs Series © Elen Sentier 2017 all rights reserved
Wet Land Song
Foo Foo the wind Chimney roars Trees dance Earth drinks in the hungry rain Land Songs Series © Elen Sentier 2017 all rights reserved
Rabbit Cat
We have just acquired a rabbit cat. He’s big and dark and handsome, dark brown-grey tabby I think but I’m only allowed to see him from my bedroom window. He’s feral and has come to...
Mark Olly – The Green Man
I really like this podcast …
Memory Lane … Thoughts about DTWAGE
Long ago and faraway … well, actually back in the 1970s and early 80s I used to spend many a lunchtime in science fiction bookshops in central London, near where I worked. My favourite was...
Laura Perry: Minoan Tradition
If you want to know about and work with the Minoan tradition go here. Laura Perry knows her stuff and also knows how to help you grasp it too. Laura’s been immersed in these old...