It certainly has been awhile since I’ve been here. It could be a resurrection but I suspect it’s more like getting back in the saddle. For over a year now I’ve been ignoring the little voice in my head that keeps repeating “Get back to your blog, will you?” And now here I am attempting to do just that.
The prompt that has stirred me out of my malaise is a recent blog by my friend Mary Smith who has been relating stories about places she visited and what she did while on a Spring break to the isle of Arran. She reminded me of a magical weekend that I was lucky enough to spend there with a wild(ish) group of like-minded folk a few years ago.
When she mentioned Machrie Moor it instantly brought back memories of that ancient and very special place and the strong powers we felt surrounding us as we approached the standing stones. I wrote about it shortly after the event and this really is the effect visiting that sacred spot had on me.
We watched and walked over Machrie Moor
new age pilgrims, parched souls
drenched by salty tears of those
who came before. Speaking,
then silenced, we strained to hear
whispering voices carried by a gentle breeze.
Onward we strode through rough-tongued grass
past stunted black hawthorn arrayed in May blossom
dazzling acolytes aspiring to perfection.
Finally, crouched in fresh summer brilliance
on a smooth rocky outcrop, we beheld
a circle; majestic, sacred, mysterious.
And one other pertaining to that same island.
DUSK At LOCHRANZA
Across the bay hoody crows scavenge, while
light-footed oystercatchers in dainty sequence
dance near water-logged papers proclaiming old news.
There faded fisher’s floats, merge
with dried strings of stranded seaweed
to grace a quiet shore.
Out of a flawless sky melodic cadences drop,
an unexpected shower,
from airborne acrobats, wings shimmering.
High on life heading for home
their notes spread a peaceful charm
over the scene below.
As the above two poems and the method in which I have produced them unmasks, I have forgotten even the basics of a good blog presentation. But I promise I’ll work on it.