It
might be too late for many and far too early for some. The quiet bird
noises have been left quiet and distant. The window movement is
mentioned before the sound of the movement, not at all dissimilar to
an indicated Musical Movement and stop there on movement comparisons
please. The whole experience is the whole experience, with wonky
horizons and shaky movements. I am now an ambassador of the wonky as
I am at the permanent potential to go to the wonk and to glory in the
results as age and injury grip me tighter and longer than loved ones
ever have.
The
end of the day is fabulous break down. Everything of light has been
completed and the night offers some respite before the glorious
wonders all start again. This is after sunset at RSPB Scotland Loch
Leven nature reserve.
Saint
Columba is also known as Saint Colmcille of Iona.
Saint
Ninian is also known as the Apostle to the Southern Picts, further he
is also known as Ringan in Scotland and as Trynnian in Northern
England.
Abercorn
Church and the site of a noted Anglian Monastery are recorded in the
small stone museum. The building is made of stone and it houses
stone. Records left in stone speak through symbols and style across
history to inform our minds.
In
looking for further information I did find this,
COLUMBA AND
NINIAN: TWO SCOTTISH SAINTS
Thesis
: St. Columba is commemorated for having a greater influence on the
spread of Christianity in Scotland than St. Ninian because Columba
died better than Ninian.
Cindy
Turner, 1758 Prof.
Brad Doerksen HIST 237 A
26
November 2012
Outlander
locations - Abercorn Church and Cemetery / Graveyard
“Filming
for season 4 took place at this churchyard in Linlithgow. The
graveyard played the part, in ‘Down the Rabbit Hole’, of Frank’s
final resting place after his fatal car crash. We see Bree visiting
Frank’s grave shortly after his death.”
“Abercorn
Church and Graveyard is one of several Outlander locations in the
surrounding locality. Barely a mile south is Midhope Castle
(Lallybroch), and the much used Hopetoun House is an equal distance
to the east. Blackness Castle, used as Fort William in season 1, is
also nearby, less than 5 miles away.”
Hḗlios ánthos calling out to be in mind ever amongst us displaying Sun answering and offering much fond remembering
See flowers and find the Sun ripening and burgeoning on Earth. Watch the colours of life live with the Bees stretching out the ground reaching out towards the trees. None of our perceptions are why the Sunflower has become so popular. The flower in nature found a place to thrive and after all of the natural struggle, happenstance and success we have the perception of the flower talking to us and we might be the ones to give a place all around the world bringing out millions of new connections all brightly, prominently and beautifully unfurled.
The heart shape is just how the plant looked that day. I am just to one side of the flower and today in 2024 I cut the picture with straight line and then reflected the cut image. I took these pictures in 2023 and edited and released some then. I do look for picture opportunities where I can reflect an image.
Guess who has been watching Vincent Van Gogh and some of the Sunflower legacy that is painted in, written down and reverberantly freshly vibrantly felt around the world in the history and mystery of known and unknown of documented in letters and illustrated in art of his and of those that inspired him and then of those that he inspired?
Maybe, too much? Everything found in silence and sound somehow with a howl out to the ones that growl...
Maybe, no not maybe rather too much of everything found in silence and in sound altogether not different rather in allied divisions of the infinite each one a part of THE ONE, every fulfilling all and so generating THE ALL.
At the entrance to Brochs there are small corbelled dens that some see as dog houses with them positioned so that the pack is poised ready to either blockade with their furious sea of swirling strength, or to welcome you through with their frantic show of faith. Dogs are marvellous. We are not always good enough for them.
On Orkney there are places that have been found with animal signatures. Presumed as totem items to bring an identify to the people in kit, kith and clan. There is famously The Tomb of the Eagles and then there is The Tomb of the Hounds, or as many say The Tomb of the Dogs which is neither as find rich nor as recent so less detailed than The Tomb of the Eagles. Then there is your individual discernment, even discrimination. The Hound faithful and helpful is often not seen as high on the animal scale of some perceived divine dignitary of animals where almost in a scoring game people hone their perceptions on the height, length and purpose in flight, upon the ground and within waters. Shamanistic ideals of purpose and best use might be wrapped tighter in smaller, shorter and more acclimatised and best designed ideals. For me The Tomb of the Dogs has always held me in very fond canine fascination.
I find revelation and regeneration in historic places. They are a fight for me to reach and an utter tremendous moment to be in washed with history, robed in mystery and released from the painful pressing concerns. The journeys, the quests and the healing pathways never end in the ancient places. The people that sited the ancient places had open space to fit their framework into place. The memories of such places are to me fantastic visions. As I type the Moon shines in Cuween and I am howling...
I have been to Cuween before and it has had me in awe since I heard about The Tomb of the Dogs, visited the chambered cairn and revisited The Tomb of the Hounds. I was happy sat in the burial area thinking and not thinking, in and out of the moment with nothing and everything all together with each other and at once, at one and at none. I had been so ill and now the world could stop and carry on and every part was sung in a song of fantastic fates and wondrous wyrd, of cunning craft and of great working, of time given, enjoyed and never forgotten, all of everything spoken held in human token of a pattern of life left open...
The
skies were amazing. I stopped to take a picture and my perception was
drawn 180
Degrees around from the original atmospheric occurrence to
take pictures as you see them now. The
original colour versions were loaded to Flickr yesterday and today
the toned versions were added to a sound track recorded just out of
shot from the road as seen in the photographs.
The
village of Temple in Midlothian is where the Knights Templar held
their primary and principal Preceptory in Scotland. There are some
trees that might follow along lines of previous structures. There is
a patch of rough ground that may one day be archaeologically be
further investigated generating more detail about this site. For now
there is a ruined kirk managed by TEMPLE OLD KIRK FRIENDS, please see
the link below. The kirk is well worth a view, but it is not old
enough to be a Templar building, there could be a reuse of stone
still holding information held right now within the present
structure. The stone archway pictured here is quickly photographed as
I chatted of knights, of bold deeds, of traditions of yore and of the
way forward we can create to reach out and to become legendary for
peace making and social caring as we all make one world a safer,
better and happier a place to be.
The
pictures start with the arch that stands even though it is heavily
worn by time. We progress away from the archway and look briefly at
the significant trees standing with the stones over centuries. There
are pictures that show a tree that is slowly breaking back down into
the ground. There are pictures of the nearby old school that stands
close to the arch. Any structure close by might have opened up and
then sealed in some historic evidence. The evidence focussed upon
today can be microscopic soil structure and also hue. The ground
holds secrets here and one day further archaeological excavation
might open up new details. Til then we have the archway behind the
old school and our imagination.
From
this spot you can look out to the ports of Edinburgh, to the Firth of
Forth and across to Fife. This place stands secure once within it’s
own sovereignty. The inspirational stories of old seem to have a fine
place here to reside.
Avian
Circle the first film following the birds around
The Earl’s Palace,
Birsay, Orkney, Scotland
The
birds chirped and swooped in fragmentary swarms and mutterings
bordering upon mini murmurings. The sound and sight was amazing. In
taking pictures around The Earl’s Palace at Birsay I missed a major
murmuring and a jumbled muttering, but at least I did catch something
of the Avian Circle following the birds around The Earl’s Palace,
Birsay, Orkney, Scotland.
There
was the whole fantastic ruin of The Earl’s Palace at Birsay and as
I was being asked to leave my final frames were of this plant
seemingly trying to get into the scheduled monument. I was being told
that we had other places to go and that it was Refreshments O'clock.
The woody stems had my imagination in over drive.
This
is a second film presentation with much less strong stressed images.
There is a greatly reduced soundtrack. Altogether less sometimes is
more, we all have our perception to please.
I
nearly wrote tease, please and release, but I thought better of that,
the hedgerow has more than enough of plenty within it’s burgeoning
boughs.
There
was the whole fantastic ruin of The Earl’s Palace at Birsay and as
I was being asked to leave my final frames were of this plant
seemingly trying to get into the scheduled monument. I was being told
that we had other places to go and that it was Refreshments O'clock.
The woody stems had my imagination in over drive.
Not a knot at the joint when
reflected at St. Abbs and not a Temple of Sabazios
With
a touch of editing here is a Gordian Knot with a join not knots
between the images.
Alexander
the Great when either presented, or confronted a challenge he was
often able to approach with directed focus that brought him success
against all odds. When shown the knot of King Gordias
that
was said waited to be undone by the next ruler of Asia Alexander is
said to have looked at the problem which might have been a knot of
shrunken and matted fibres and
decided not to let the impossible stand in his way to conquering Asia
and either cut the knot, or removed a lynch pin. His approach is
given different emphasis through the retelling with some telling of
his impetuous and head strong charge to a quick victory with no
limitations from rules and expectation, or he could be seen as
successfully assessing the problem and correctly realising the answer
had nothing to do with knot work, but rather creating a situation in
which the knot no longer worked.
The
unfathomable knot had been dedicated to the Phrygian God
Sabazios. Alexander and his fellow Greeks recognised aspects of
Sabazios that for them connected him to
their God Zeus. Zeus
was the all father and chief of the Greek Gods on Mount Olympus. In
resolving the Gordian Knot that had been held sacred and guarded by
the Priest of Sabazios,
Alexander who became known as, “The Great,” showed that he would
let nothing stand in his way, that he was determined to defeat any
problem and to be victorious winning and so bringing the blessings of
Priests and Gods with him on his vast military campaign. Other
interpretations are made of this recorded incident and the Gordian
Knot is a legendary feat that is taken as
evidence of many
different problems and solutions leading
to the retelling being
set to reveal almost whatever each tale teller wants you
to see in their
version of the story.
Here my Gordian Knot has been the joining of the ropes in Photoshop
to present loops at the harbour where the sea never stills and rather
it rolls around in seasonal tides and so readily presents
whatever aspect of the sea you wish to see.
