I stroll down to the wee river
The snow feathers through the mist.
 
I carry my camera
I carry my cares
I carry my requests
Yet I carry His presence.

Alone yet not alone
Out of the Spirit, into the mind
Impressions
Knowings
Perceptions.

I walk out of the mist
Back home
He carries me.

He was a highland laddie 
Grew up in the great glen
Played shinty for Fort William
A man amongst men.

He played the highland pipes
With heartbeat rhythms felt
That pumped his blood within
While wearing his clan's kilt.

Fishing at Loch Linnie
Would stir his Gaelic pride
As he viewed the heather
His Lassie by his side...


...he wakes up from his dream
And yet his dream lives on
To prove his Scottishness 
And confirm where he comes from.

People follow the person first 
Followed by their message,
The wisest leader knows the truth
That gives them greatest leverage.

Yet the greatest leader in history showed
The message makes the man,
And helping all in love and grace
Will gather every clan.

I went for a walk
in Balquidderock wood
To a fork in the road
But which one was good ?.

Paralyzed by fear
Unsure where to go
Where is the ease ?
Where is the flow ?.

The one that seems easy
may be deceptive
what floods the brain
are thoughts so eclectic.

I take the first step
ahh !...that's OK
Green light in my spirit
I'm on the right way.

The investor decides to buy more shares
The profit he'll make with fix his cares
And change his world for ever and ever
Buying this stock will prove him clever.

The investor decides to sell more shares
The profit he makes will fix his cares
And change his world forever and ever
Selling this stock will prove him clever.

All her fears
Were based on a lie
If you deal with the lie
The fears will die.

She dealt with the lies
Bottled up inside her
Not cleaning the cobwebs
But killing the spider.

Pine trees mingle into the green
The bonnet is wet with the clouds
Curling roads are full of promise of the joy around the corner
The windscreen and the highlands become twins 
Sleepy wipers clear the way for the first sign
"Shinty this afternoon. 2:30pm throw up"
Anticipation and adrenalin become back seat drivers
Shiny streets smile their gaelic welcome
Brick buildings, holy and steadfast announce "you've arrived"
Pubs with antlers on the wall mop up stray pedestrians
Cars, single file and hypnotized
Crawl through the Main Street then turn right
Where they reach the sticky car park with tyre tracks thousands of years old
Misty highland backgrounds give an apostolic reminder of where you are
Then whispers to the locals; "custodian"
Highland glen
Shinty men
Shinty town.