Almost across the river of stones. There will be two more for Sunday and Monday and I’ll post them next week.
On my desk – a soapstone penguin, a heart of smooth polished wood, blue glass paperweight and a notebook – meaningful, thoughtful gifts.
Outside grey, damp and cold. Sea in wind-whipped turmoil. But inside – inside me, I sense a return of equilibrium and a measure of peace.
For Auld Lang Syne – school-choir solo part in ‘My Heart’s in the Highlands’ – reciting ‘To a Mouse’ – ‘Ae Fond Kiss’ over haggis, neeps and tatties – and a lifetime of teaching your poetry and songs. Cheers, Rabbie.
Sun tries hard to break through, grey lurks on the ridge and at the horizon. But, at last, there’s more light than dark.
Shona, fiery, red-haired beauty, formidable matriarch. You command respect my magnificent highland heifer.
A clear day. Early sun, orange orb over Ben Tianavaig with pale, crescent moon in the west. Universe goes on regardless.
Five little girls watch me at my desk. Sunday best and monochrome smiles. In those faces, I imagine I can see spectral foretraces of what was to come – for me and my sisters.