triangles . . .

This is life at the moment. Chaos, melancholy, beauty and soft stillness . .. 

All the seasons in one whole circle nesting inside of a golden triangle.

I am singing of bright morning stars, writing about rainbows, and reading about birds made of jewels and rubies.

joy . . .

This is my first classroom . . . hand-picked books fill the shelves, a whooper swan greeted my children, St Michael keeps watch over the space, Ancient mythologies and wild flowers create magic and joy fills my soul . . .

folk love . . .

There is *MAGIC* in the air . . . labyrinth gardens, fossils, tragic tales and accordions on every street corner.

The sky above Edinburgh agrees with the change and wears her most beautiful pink threads.

I can feel parts of me being stitched back together in a landscape embroidered like no other.

King Creosote & Jon Hopkins - John Taylor's Month Away

"I'd much rather be me . . ."

silver . . . .

The festival has started in all its magic . . .

This weekend will include lanterns on the lake, withered hand at queen's hall and screen bandita at the wonderful summerhall. Planning what frocks to wear and spending all my time outside with a latte and Charles Kovac's book on civilisation . . .

Tonight is a full moon and *I* feel full of joy beyond compare. Silver in my pockets that has spilled over from the night sky . . .

The 7 ravens . . .

Last night i went to bed missing my brothers . . .

yesterday was a beautiful day in edinburgh and i fell in love once again with my own freedom.

watching ravens in the sunshine playing hopscotch on the meadows, hazelnut sorbet in one of my favourite places with a lovely friend who has fallen in love, chance encounters with other friends as the summer breeze is filled with song and sirens.

rummaging found new books and a blue velvet skirt; all as old and magical as the other.

my life is a joyous play to be, no matter what the season, time or place.

today i shall read 'The 7 ravens ' and take big steps . . .

a verse in the morning . . .

' while waiting to find the knowing of the thing in itself
my fingers turn to clay.
stars gleam outwards
from the dried earth
into the words
that i have learned
by heart
and light the way
back.

i spend my spring morning
picking out pieces of the universe from my cold hands; gratefully. '

 

'The tiger and his reflection' . . .

'The tiger and his reflection', bought in byre's road, glasgow for fifty british pennies.

I've been thinking lots about reflections recently. Sea and sky, self and other, inner and outer, being and cosmos, teacher and child . . .

I am like a wild flower that has been seen for the first time; not quite strong enough but here to stay, no matter how tumultuous the storm.

the circle turns . . .

"the circle turns, the fire burns" . . .

i graduated. it's been the most beautiful, joyous, sad, tumultuous and calm three years of my life . . .

like a journey on my beloved atlantic ocean.

i lost myself so many times in the woods only to find myself in places i didn't even know i could reach. i have been surrounded and held by folk that i never dreamt i'd ever find the like of in this life.

my heart is filled with hope, joy, admiration and thanks.

i love these girls so much it makes my belly ache and my soul sing.

the best is yet to come.

lanterns filled with light . . .

" On darkest nights of Winter
there are lanterns filled with light.
A canopy of stars
In the Heavens shining bright.




When seas are rough and stormy
There is an ancient guide.
A lighthouse beaming brilliant
To lead us through the tide.




So in my heart stands firmly
The courage to do what's right.
And in my heart I carry
My own true golden light."



These are the most important words I have ever written.
They came to me in the morning after having my first week with the class of children that I knew were meant to be my first class.


I have been on a journey over the last few months on a dark and ancient sea. Teaching practice and observation led me into what had seemed impossible for the last three years; an interview at Edinburgh Steiner . . . It seemed for so long as though it would pass me by, like a ship in the night.


Somehow I found an inner light which I hadn't see before. I meditated on it, wrote about it and presented it at graduation . . . That light bound me together with my class and I am now their Class teacher.

Joy, birdsong and brightly shining light.

Here's to the start of a brand new golden journey.

Mountain Man - Come All Ye Fair and Tender Ladies (Best Fit Session)

'O how I wish I were a swallow,
and I had wings . . .'

a day filled with surprises. mountain man coming on stage with feist had to be the most magical . . .

delicate harmonies

sometimes i dream only of the sea.

the sea and his birds . . .

going to walk on an isolated beach and listen to its delicate harmonies in the morning.

can't hardly wait.

golden

sunlight and records and dreams of a golden life . . . .

things are just peachy around here at the moment.

oh happy day

'

some polaroids of a truly bright, magical, joyful and happy day last autumn.

the marriage of kate and matt. two ace friends that are completely in love with one another and with life itself.

**LOVE**

back home

i am back home in edinburgh after my stay in my mamma's for christmas.
my room, my friends and my beautiful cat indoors and fallen trees and singing robins in the winter sunshine outdoors.

pure joy.