Books in Progress, Scotland, Stones, Story, Uncategorized, Writing

Timeless Orkney

There was a lovely woman in Kirkwall, on my honeymoon with Scott in Orkney. I have one photo of her, and I remember her name being “Barbara.” She wore a red beret, large brown clogs and sweatpants. Typical of the acquaintances we easily made, she was from California. She had wanted to live in Orkney for… Continue reading Timeless Orkney

Hippie Jargon, New Age, Stones, Story

Why Stones?

Have you ever stood inside a cello?