journalling

  For Scotland I sing, the Knox-ruined nation that poet and saint must rebuild with their passion George Mackay Brown "Prologue" I...

  James 3:8-10 But no one can tame the tongue—a restless evil, full of deadly poison. With it we bless the Lord and Father, and with it we ...

  North Shore, Iona Perhaps when we have sat on a beach in a storm and contemplated the force of the wind and the ferocity of the waves we m...

Thirty years ago today, I was 'licensed to preach' by the then Greenock Presbytery of the Church of Scotland. During the discernment...

  Proverbs 9:1,2,5,6 Wisdom has built her house, she has hewn her seven pillars. She has slaughtered her animals, she has mixed her wine,...

  Ruins of the 13C Augustinian Nunnery on Iona Tormentil - soothes the gut Kenilworth Ivy - wound healer It’s not enough to be able to name...

  John 20:1,14-18 Early on the first day of the week, while it was still dark, Mary Magdalene came to the tomb and saw that the stone had b...