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Sunday morning

‘Will you come with me to the beach?’ ‘No,’ she said, ‘I have to make myself ready for church.’ So, I walk alone, only me and my dog and God.   It is a sunny late September Sunday, mild and … Continue reading

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The Hebridean Sky, interpreted by a local artist: Rhod Evans

Rhod Evans is able to ‘translate’ for us the ever-changing Hebridean skies! I have left his own notes…..   “A second interpretation of a sketch I did a while back of Heisgier (Monachs) Lighthouse at sunset. I used gold leaf … Continue reading

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My poem of the month

a poem by RUMI, a 13th-century Persian Muslim poet, jurist, theologian, and Sufi mystic. (A very free interpretation by myself. If somebody knows the English translation, please, let me know) ************************************************************************************ Beloved, I offered myself to you in the scent … Continue reading

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Mise agus an cù

This is my first attempt to say something in the language of these beautiful islands. Listen here:

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The lost song

the lost song the bark of a gnarled oak the smell of fresh coffee hanging in the kitchen deep-throated laughter rising somewhere tenderness childlike delight still wonder determination and the urge to express all this in his voice but he … Continue reading

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The weaver of words

the weaver of words  (for P.K.) he harvests colours of sky and sea weaving shades of dawn and noon into a tapestry threading apricot and blues -turquoise, sapphire, indigo- but while the mesh grows on his loom and he has … Continue reading

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The Deer by Mary Lewis

  The Deer The moor was empty But for the song of a rising lark And the warm wind That ruffled the bog-bean flowers Dark magenta heather Lit by early orchids And green moss-stars Formed the pavement And held my … Continue reading

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