The healing Heilans

Will you go laddie, go?


The Highlands were lit beautifully today. This landscape of healing on the doorstep of Glasgow. For I have been struggling the old struggle these two years and more and have sought out its mountain and water cure. Its deep silence and flow. I have taken my cycles of despair and hope a walk there, alive to the verdant breath of moss, the dappled shadowplay of tree, the geological patience of rock.
Today a skylark's rising song fluttered overhead throwing a canopy of joy across its breeding ground. A song of Spring, awakening in the light.  A healing song. A song on the rise. A song of the Highlands calling.  And aye; there I will go, I will go.