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, [Read More…]

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Sacred Space

We stepped gently into the shimmering circle, and sat in the pews in front of the tomb of St. Mungo to listen to the silence and feel the presence of the sacred in that space. [Read more…]

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