Temperate rainforest…

water falling, pucks glen

It stopped raining so we went off into the forest, getting some air before the arrival of guests who will be with us for New Year.

It is only a slight exageration to suggest that the forests of Argyll are part of the fragments of temperate rainforest left in northern Europe. Huge old trees in a sponge of moss and leaf mulch, well watered by the western Scottish climate.

As ever, my camera came along. I think I have a million photos of some of these places- searching for the play of light and the movement of water. I never quite manage it but some come close.

 

Meditation walk- a few more photos…

Our meditation walk seems to be getting some good use! Our house guests walked it on NYD between the rain showers. I was relieved to see that the water wheel is still surviving, although there is quite a rise and fall in the water level of the stream.

If anyone in interested in the scripts/plan- give me a nod and I’ll send them on to you.

Here is a some of the poetry-

You are wrapped up in me

And I am bound up in you

We are held together by soft bindings

Like tender shoot and stake

Like mud and gentle rain

Like worn shoe and weary foot

Like tea and pot

Like universe and stars

Like ocean and rolling wave

Like fields and each blade of grass

There is now

And there is our still-to-come

Coming

Pucks glen meditation trail…

Today we spent much of the day setting up things for this trail- which is Aoradh’s way of seeing in the New Year. If you are local we would love you to make use of it. It will be up for around a week.

We have not finished yet- all the notices and poetry will go up tomorrow. here are a few photos of the work so far though-

Things to do on boxing day…

Make a water wheel of course…

This is one of the pieces for our Aoradh New Year Meditation Walk in Pucks Glen- details here. The challenge has been to make something durable enough to last the week turning in cold water (which I am not sure I have managed) and also to be light enough to be moved by a small waterfall. I made the bearings out of some skateboard wheels, which I am really pleased with. Time will tell if it lasts the course…

We have had a lovely Christmas- I hope you have too.

It started with an Aoradh get together to share our ‘secret santa’ presents…

It was lovely.

Then we went to midnight Mass @ Andrew’s Church up on the hill- lots of incense, familiar liturgy and lovely music.

Christmas day was slow and lazy and full of both laughter, and the good kind of tears- the BBC nativity reduced me to a jelly of tears. It’s earthy realism, allied to some genuine theological questioning was great- and the combination of great acting and a brilliant script was one of the most moving things I have seen for ages.

Then we opened presents. Despite all the discussion about trying not to do the present thing this year, I had some lovely things. Home made food parcels, books, clothes.

And a lovely calendar made by Michaela using the words of some of our favourite songs.

I am a man blessed. May the year ahead give me many opportunities to bless others…

 

 

Pucks glen, carol singing and slipping on ice…

We have had a very busy weekend.

Yesterday we had visitors, visited, and met to do some planning for an up and coming Aoradh event. This is the event, if you are around this area over New Year-

We are excited about this event- which we will be setting up between Christmas and New Year. Unfortunately Pucks Glen, like the rest of Argyll, took a bit of a battering in the storms, as a result of which it is full of fallen trees in places. Someone has had a go at cutting them into small pieces, but in places the path has been almost swept away.

 

Today we fetched a Christmas tree, went for a walk to review the site of the Aoradh event, then went carol singing around some rest homes before eating together at Paul and Pauline house.

The carol singing was lovely as ever. It has become one of those highlights of Christmas. Today Paul asked all the residents in the homes to tell us the town in which they were born- there were a few locals, but many people had made long life journeys- one man was born in New Zealand.

Dunoon is sheathed in ice. A thin sheet covers everything- and because it has not been very cold today, it is just about a slippy as you could ever imagine. This means that our driveway is unusable, and we have to park at the bottom of the hill and carry things up.

Ice plus dark plus heavy loads result in large bruises. If only I was as agile as our garden guests-

 

Dark reflection…

Part of some poetry written for Aoradh’s Pucks Glen meditation walk- another Cowalfest collaboration. If you are local- come along to the Glen next Saturday @ 2.00pm. You can book here.

The sun can only be seen in the light

Of the sun

And everything else is just

Reflection

~

Sometimes our roads lead through dark places

Places of uncertainty

Bridges between here-

And somewhere else

~

But darkness is often penetrated

From above

~

Like this falling silver water