Spirits in the doorway

On Saturday Gail and i went to a unicorn healing workshop hosted by the Body and Soul Fair in Glasgow's Royal Concert Hall. Diana Cooper, acclaimed speaker, writer and "highly evolved" human being informed us that she was showing us orbs on a series of photographs. These orbs, she told us, were unicorns. What we saw were light spheres above individuals' heads, beside them, on them. These could have been due to flare, light spots or many other reasons and we were not particularly happy at being "told" what we were seeing...

Today we visited Jupiter Art Land (one of our recent discoveries and a wonderful place!). While sitting in the Proposals Room awaiting Gail's imminent arrival with our lunch i took photographs of the doorway as various people walked past. Is it just me or is there a spirit entering through the doorway?...

It is one thing to see something and to invite others to see it or to describe what they do (or don't) see but it is quite another to tell people what it is they are seeing...or is it? I mean the chairs that are in the foreground are chairs aren't they? And that is a pepper-pot on the table...and it is a table...isn't it? Ah, philosophy...

Lions

Ancient lions sit proud
against the cloud-blown skies
and the backdrop of twentieth century architecture;
they have watched over the city for three centuries
re-situated but unflustered
growling, prowling, knowing.

Dragon Encounters!

Cordelia Jade (the green and purple dragon) and Banksy (the red winged dragon) were finally introduced the other day. I have had Cordelia Jade for a few years now, having rescued her from TK Maxx in Bristol one time when i was visiting my mum. Banksy was rescued last month from a shop in Nailsworth where he was standing squashed on a shelf in the back of the shop with all the children's games and toys. He's called Banksy because we had been in Bristol with the view to seeing his exhibition (see earlier blog on this subject!).

Cordelia Jade is rather jealous of Banksy's beautiful wings while he is jealous of her fabulous claws!

Crosby Reflections

Hands and shadows and views through the gaps in between
reflections at an angle with shadows making clocks in the sand
time passes slowly and quickly as the sands shift and the tide recedes
before rushing back in, reclaiming barnacled limbs, rusting torsoes
and castles never built to last as long as the dreams that created them...

If a white feather is a sign that an angel has visited, what about other coloured feathers?

Whenever i see a white feather i am reminded that angelic presences are with us,
whether to keep us safe, cheer us up or remind us of our purpose.
So what does it mean to see feathers tipped with irridescence,
shimmering in the sunlight,
changing from turquoise to deepest blue to green and back to turquoise?
Perhaps that the angel has left behind some of her aura
the blues to remind us to slow down,
to take time to give and receive healing;
the greens to remind us to trust and listen to our innermost feelings,
to seek the restorative power of Nature...

Tree of Trees

Ancient
many-fingered trunk
much-hugged
and admired
twisted, troubled
reaching for the skies
thrusting deep into the ground
leaves tender
branches tough
ageless in her wisdom
standing firm through wars
weeping with the lovelorn
yielding to no arrow or rock or charger
oh, the stories she could tell...