She

She stood lonely on the mountain top, surveying all the World

She wandered back in time to when she was just a girl.

She looked over land and sea, her eyes wet with tears.

She searched for answers in the midst of her fears.

She walked the path back down, determined not to fall.

She answered the silent voice no-one but her could hear call.

She crumpled like a piece of paper, more than she’ll admit.

She moved forward step by step, determined not to quit.

She fell to her knees, laying broken on the floor.

She surrendered everything, leaving her baggage at the door.

She danced in the moonlight as the rain washed it all away.

She sings Halleluiah in praise each and every day.

She shines even brighter, now she walks The Way.

#TheWay #She #Halleluiah

Holy Hexagrams!

We talked and talked for hours,

When Thoth turned up for tea.

I couldn’t believe he’d come,

That he had chosen me.

“As above, so below.”

Oh my dear, I have to go. 

Call me any time, night or day.

I am only a thought away.

Worlds within worlds, never forget,

Live your life without regrets.

Ra’s returning, the sun will shine.

Don’t worry lass, there’s still time.

Don’t leave your destiny unfulfilled,

You have the power, you have the will,

Follow your heart, start again.

New beginnings are at the end.

“Holy Hexagrams!” ~ he exclaimed.

As he embraced me once again

Providence has cast favour

Keep going, never waiver.

Sail with me, take my hand.

It’s time to play in wonderland.

Entranced by the Music

 

 

Light And Music, Paisley Abbey. Artist – John Clark, 1988

The fool-hearty,

the wise

the joker in guise

The message appears

before your eyes

Captivated,

enjoying the dance.

Lost in the music

totally entranced.

A heavenly chorus

immersed in light,

a heart resurrected

a  wondrous sight.

 

 

Radical Roots

Yesterday the rage burned
today the tide’s turned.
With forked tongues
you speak Tannahill’s name
but you’d ignore him still
if he was born again.
You’d wave Wilson off
with cheerful glee.
While sitting on
the establishment’s knee.
Excluded, rejected,
suicidal, dejected.
His body found
in Candren Burn
Too young by far for
an unsanctified urn.
He whispers to me
from times goneby
As together we ask
Why oh why?
Radical roots under
the streets of Paisley
Unlike my friend
deaf ears won’t phase me
The martyrs rise
a radical revival
blossoming still
for our survival.
So many tales
still to be told
the Paisley pattern
of the brave and bold.

#InTannahillsTrails #PaisleyRadicals #BraveandBold

Just Gulling Around

Snow Scenes 2

On Saturday 16th and Sunday 17th January Paisley was covered in a blanket of pure white, it’s all just pretty much melted away but the memories sledging down Saucel Hill will last a life-time. If I remember to back them up, my pics might too.  Warm wishes, Rashelle x

Saucel Hill Snow Scenes 1

Renfrewshire Remembering Hiroshima

    

“There is no war that serves any other purpose than to destroy but there is something that is different, an extra dimension, nuclear weapons because when a bomb falls and it’s victims are taken on instant impact it’s horrendous but when a nuclear bomb falls for those that survive, it’s only the beginning.  Gums will bleed, hair will fall out in clumps, skin will begin to erode, children will be born deformed with disabilities, they will be born with instant disadvantages, and yet, we have not seemed to learn from this.” Mhairi Black M.P. 

“What we must remember is what our purpose is, our purpose is to make sure this never happens again and the reality is that no matter where nuclear weapons exist, that no matter whose hands those nuclear weapons are in, we are one step away from this kind of event happening, so long as they exist in our society. So let’s keep going, let’s keep bringing this to the forefront of political debate and let’s make sure that the victims of this disaster and any other disasters are not forgotten and we make sure they are remembered through fighting for that better society.” Mhairi Black M.P. 

The Wishing Well, Paisley

Whispered wishes,

hidden depths.

A holy book,

no bubbling brook

silken red layers

gently opening

bolts of brass,

forgotten tales

I seek

I find

nothing

quenches

the thirst

within

to

know

more

Detail from the book reads:-

John, Chapter IV

13 Jesus answered and said unto her, Whosoever drinketh of this water shall thirst again:

14 But whosoever drinketh of the water that I shall give him shall never thirst; but the water that I shall give him shall be in him a well of water springing up into everlasting life.

‘Flourishing through ancestral honour’

Photograph by Rashelle Reid

Motto: Avito viret honore
‘Flourishing through ancestral honour’
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Renfrewshire_(historic)