Amsterdam

Image of an Amsterdam canal From Wikipedia. Click for original.

This is my second trip to the Netherlands in just over a month. I sit outside smoking an American Spirit cigarette and contemplating the energy here. Water. Flow. Movement, but not necessarily to anywhere or from anywhere. Crossing the street is terrifying at times. I step away from the safety of the sidewalk into the bike zone, hoping that a fast moving cyclist doesn't appear out of no where to bowl me over. I reach the car zone and fast-walk across the lane before I reach the tram tracks. … [Read more...]

Clutha

Clyde, Clydeh, Clydhe, Cludha. The waters rise up, envelop you, take you down. Cold at first, oh so cold, but your core temperature drops, As he makes you his own. Warm now, in his embrace, you see for the first time, the history of this place. The visions play before your eyes, Scenes of battles, scenes of peace. Lives of dear friends in a dear green place. A foreign God, a man from the south, the true tales of a tree, a bird, a fish, a bell, and the path man took to create a … [Read more...]

Twisted Roots

By Jim Dollar

I have just a week and a half left here in Greensboro, NC. I haven't seen much of anything. I know the house where I'm staying with my friend and her twin boys and I know the Greensboro College campus. One day I took a walk from the house to the nearest grocery store -- about a mile and a bit -- but I don't have any plans to do that again. The walk taught me a very important thing about myself, but I don't think I really want to work on that failing of mine right now.* I'm frustrated with myself … [Read more...]

The Weight Of A University

Kelvin Grove Art Gallery and Museum from University of Glasgow

Last week I found myself on the Glasgow University campus and was struck by the feel of it. The area taken up by University buildings, old and new, is quite large, and the whole of it has a certain weight to it. There's a sense of something deep there. Some of the University buildings are very old. The architecture looms large. Certainly that's part of the weight, but not all of it. There is something else. I want to say that it's a scent, but that's not quite right. A presence is more … [Read more...]

A Forest Walk

The remains of an old building in Dalkeith Country Park

Last week I took a short, unplanned holiday to Edinburgh. I spent Wednesday in the Old City right next to Waverley Station where my train from Glasgow arrived. I enjoyed a museum visit, an art gallery, and some leisurely book store browsing. In the evening I headed to Dalkeith where I stayed Wednesday and Thursday nights, allowing me to spend Thursday and Friday hiking through the village of Dalkeith and through the forest in Dalkeith Country Park. The three days of walking around with a … [Read more...]

The land does not belong to us; we belong to the land.

snowyhills

Saturday was the first new moon after the winter solstice: in the Roman calendar, it was the first calends of the year, sacred to Janus. It was a religious festival probably celebrated officially in Eskdalemuir about 1900 years ago, at the fort built where the Rae Burn meets the River Esk. If I were a reconstructionist Pagan, living where I do, based on the past of this land, I'd have a host of Pagan religious traditions to reconstruct from: not only those of the Romans, but of the … [Read more...]


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