Vairy early on a spring morning, the year afore last – I went luikin in the Kilsyth foothills for a God. In the Garrel Glen, a journey into experience began. … Continue reading The sounds of the Garrel
I first heard this song whilst working in my study [sanctum sanctorum]. My study has a side-ways facing window. Through this window I watch small garden birds feed, play, and … Continue reading say that I’m a rainbow
Last week, in the very early hours of Sunday morning, I went for a walk in Garrel Glen. I then followed the “Tak ma doon Road” to Kilsyth. There, wandering … Continue reading ‘The largest funeral ever witnessed in Kilsyth’
In that moment.