Time and Magic

Magic and Time Time, at some points and places, stretches. Days seem longer, the mind translates the passage of the sun in ways which are not, perhaps, normal. When I was eight, my family moved to Stromness, Orkney. The month…
Magic and Time Time, at some points and places, stretches. Days seem longer, the mind translates the passage of the sun in ways which are not, perhaps, normal. When I was eight, my family moved to Stromness, Orkney. The month…
The vernal equinox. A magical, witchery day, when worlds are closer and the barriers between them thinner. Also, here in the northern hemisphere, on the continent of Europe, a time when the days are getting longer and warmer. A good…
It is that time of the year again, when I yearn to walk out into wild places and, especially, into the woods. The season seems to have suddenly changed here in Edinburgh, Summer closing her eyes and beginning to nod…
A bit of a cheat this week, as I am including two photographs of the same landscape, but at different scales. This is the Flow Country, a huge area of blanket bog, covering much of Caithness and Sutherland; it is…
In the introduction to this series on my forthcoming plans, I suppose I gave you a brief idea of my personal history involving my sense of the world as a whole — nature, culture, animal, mineral, vegetable — and for…
adventuresofalgy said: Writing is undoubtedly a very strange business altogether 🙂 Yes indeed! It is maddening, frustrating and wonderful. It is marvellous, heartwarming and irritating. But yes, most of all perhaps, it is strange. I don’t think there’s anything quite…
I believe the edges of things are far more interesting than their faces. Give me an edge and I’m interested, a corner? Even more so. It is in these intersections where the magic happens, where boundaries are weakened and one…