10: Spirituality - Oct 2021

Easdale Absolution

Along an unkempt path, I wandered, passing crippled bushes arched in obedience to harsh winds, like lepers longing for a warming touch, a sun that seldom visits. Echoes of slate dwellings; long abandoned for the lust of progress, jigsaw the land with unsteady plates and hints of heather race the sea air in search of recognition. I was a stranger, trespassing In a wild place ravaged by spirited beasts that buffet and slash in relentless…

Continue reading