Saturday, 28 January 2012
Sunday, 22 January 2012
Life goes on but I am in a much better place despite increasing uncertainty at work where yet again we are going through a major re-organisation. Never ends, but this time I don't think my section will survive quite as unscathed as we have in the past. Already lost a member of staff who has been seconded to another dept to help them survive after losing experienced members of their team! Crazy times but my forays into Zen and Shamanism have given me the tools to survive in the midst of the madness around me. The tragic part is watching those who are struggling to cope. Good people who have given a lot being treated badly. At least that is how I see it, I am sure the visionaries would give you a different interpretation of it all.
I continue to enjoy my time spent in the great outdoors although I really need to try and get out more. The weather at this time of year does not help nor to the very short days we have this far north. It has been a wet and windy winter with not so much snow this year. Feels dark and oppressive in the overcast and wet days that merge into long spells where venturing out does not have a lot of appeal. Excuses I know..never used to hold me back. I made the mistake of trying out a brief exploration of Second Life last year and I have to confess to becoming a little addicted to paddling a sea kayak through virtual seas and archipelagos. Not to mention a spell base jumping and exploring the large "homeland sims" on horseback!! Nuts I know. So if you value the little free time you have stay clear of Second Life.....despite the frustrations of the crude graphics it is surprisingly compelling. You have been warned so don't blame me if you get sucked in and can't escape.
I will try and resurrect this blog and create some, hopefully more readable, entries. Best wishes to anyone who reads this. Take care and have fun.
Saturday, 27 February 2010
Slioch - Torridonian sandstone overlying Lewisian gneiss basement.
These are old rocks. In fact the shallow "valley" that you can see under the mountain so to speak, is an ancient landform that was subsequently filled with the sediment now forming the mountain and re-exposed. Uplift and erosion.
Mind bending stuff. That valley I can walk in was originally a valley millions of years ago; buried then re-exposed again.
The area I visited, and shown below, is at the bottom right of the picture
Dark hornblende gneiss of igneous origin.
Well I must go - think I'll take a break and start work after lunch and keep going till tea time. You can tell I am keen, it is like starting to study for exams. Only I'm getting too old for it these days. I need my weekend to recover and re-connect with who I am.
Friday, 7 August 2009
Time I was writing something for this blog! I have been busy recently but life has been good and I tend not to write so much when things are going well. There is definitely something therapeutic about writing. I guess its true what they say - its the process of writing not the content that is important in making you feel better. No doubt this is why many journal entries have that "poor me" quality, a point discussed in Tristine Rainer's book "The New Diary" where one journal writer talks about the "negative" vibe to much of her writing. The book explains how it is by writing this stuff that we let it free from our life and so move on, whereas people who try to avoid dealing with negative life events store up a lot of grief which will ultimately surface in some form or another. So, I for one will keep writing my worries away, it is doing me a power of good.
Struggling to write any poetry just now too - thank goodness for that you might say - but hey! it does me good and you don't have to read it. :) Just thought I would share this little gem which came to me a few weeks ago while out walking at lunchtime. It was a stressful day.
Narcosis is familiar to divers, it clouds your judgement and the effects are exacerbated by depth. You can end up believing that going deeper is ok when really it is time to bail out.
Again, I descend through the trees.
Free of work for an hour I try to unravel
the knot that holds me
in this seemingly eternal pattern.
Futilely seeking the future beyond that black veil
which hangs before me,
forever just beyond reach.
Like diving into the dark abyss of Loch Striven
all those years ago, (two lives soon to be lost there).
Perhaps, if I just turn around,
as then, I will see
the diffuse green light revealing my steep descent
into the blackness yet illuminating a way back
to a brighter, warmer place.
Pushing on down into the cold and dark
searching for - something?
Some knowledge of myself ?
Or seeking a purpose, something to make
and fear worthwhile.
The experience is everything, or so I once thought.
But now - older and in a job that no longer,
if it ever did, resonate with my sense of self
or what I want to become - takes me to new depths.
Feeling my way through this dark
uncomfortable place that erodes my soul -
yet makes everything possible for those I love.
I could make them once; deep in the sea or high on the crag.
Why then, this agony of indecision as life slips between my fingers?
If only I could see just a bit further.
Maybe there is a light - a bit further
- a little deeper down.
Wednesday, 1 July 2009
A post for Spiral Dancer - This is a magical wee spot up in the hills near you. You probably know it well but I was surprised to hear about it only 2 yrs ago. I think they are known as the Fairy Lochs. That is my wife and my mother on the wee island, back in 2007. It amazes me how well my mother gets around despite having only very limited vision left.
Tuesday, 30 June 2009
Monday, 29 June 2009
Sure that was a Jim Steinman LP back in the 70's. He was the guy who made Meatloaf famous by writing such great songs. Maybe it was Bad for Good - I don't remember.