The Unsilent Cathedral St Magnus Cathedral, Kirkwall Magnus was the first Christian Saint of Orkney. His murder by his cousin Haakon is r...

Remember, reflect, respect In an earlier post, we were inviting readers to create their own event as part of the Remembrance of Lost Spec...

recite a litany of lost names sing the disappearing world light a candle for remembered animals lay a lantern trail through a wood

Once, however, Eynhallow, was Hildaland, one of the islands of the Finfolk, the people of the northern seas. Not selkies, the seal-people,

When you look at the world around you, What would you share?What would you celebrate? What moments of stillness do find?

Rivers hold stories, in their movement, in their rising and falling, their rage and their dark, still depths, from winter bournes to the

simply taking a walk, the value of that personal experience of nature remains and we hope so much that it will continue to be appreciated

Challenging ourselves, asking what we can make of this moment of transition: transformation? Restoration? Stagnation?

wash myself in the sound of fresh, rushing, bubbling brook, that roots me, motionless to the crunchy earth of the forest floor, cleansing, l

Guide us with his Love Bring comfort Turn to our Father above We can't keep disrespecting the planet as we do Greedily taking from Mother Na

born out of my fascination with water as a flowing, changing but constant holder of memories as it provides the foundation for life

end the marine theme with a fisherman's prayer. With the state of marine fish populations today, a prayer might hope for other outcomes.

in the clap of wings and the swirling flight of a flock of pigeons, the sudden summer scream of swifts above London rooftops. Beauty is ther

I turn my head without knowing why, and in the seconds when this happens, I see a deer moving through the undergrowth. Or a mouse running

But I have been considering journeys again. Walking will do that. That is my experience of what happens when I walk a path and find a place

you could get up early and shuffle into your garden in your dressing gown and fluffy slippers sit on a chair... and listen

What would you share? What would you celebrate? An invitation to write, to speak, to sing, to share….

Today becomes a good day to look beyond our own socially distanced circumstances and find out more about other places, other peoples, other

Curlew, curlew, curlew, calling from the wild, into the wild. Call me home, please Curlew, call me home.

The Spirit Herself stands watching, knowing that even She cannot help pull us from our chrysalis because we must be flight-ready