r2vyln3rdioj14u-rld0ska where mountains meet the sea: April 2017

Home (Is Not What I've Left Behind)



Morning waiting to embark holding hard against the dark
In the company of ghosts from pillar I have gone to post
I’ve travelled here to China’s coast without the one I love the most

From the window of the train Manitoba’s endless plains
Corn is moving in the breeze Scotland’s nearer by degrees
Children hanging round my knees know nothing of these silent pleas

Home is not what I’ve left behind
And home is not what lies ahead
Home is the peace I’ll find
When I’m with you again.

Home is not what I’ve left behind
And home is not what lies ahead
Home is being with you again
Home is being with you again

The end of yet another day the mid-Atlantic’s cold and grey
A few more days and then we’ll be on that train to Waverley
There’s faces there I long to see but not the one that waits for me.

Home is not what I’ve left behind
And home is not what lies ahead
Home is the peace I’ll find
When I’m with you again.

Home is not what I’ve left behind
And home is not what lies ahead
Home is being with you

I know you’re waiting for me.
I know you’re waiting for me.
Yes, you're waiting for me.

Home is not what I’ve left behind
Home is not what lies ahead
Home is the peace I’ll find
When I’m with you again.

Home is not what I’ve left behind
And home is not what lies ahead
Home is being with you again
Home is being with you again

Home is being with you again

Mairi Campbell

for Robert (1946-2015)

Thuirt Thu Gun Lasadh Ceud Uinneag

Thuirt thu gun lasadh ceud uinneag
ceud bliadhna air ais na do bhaile
far nach eil a-nochd ach tè do mhàthar
a' deàrrsadh thar na mòintich briste.

Aithnichidh mi an aon aognaidheachd
fa chomhair na fàsalachd annam fhìn
gun aiteal a-nist bhuats'
ag innse dhomh gu bheil thu ann
ged a chroch mi an lampa an àirde
is tha solas a' dòrtadh mun stairsnich.


You Said A Hundred Windows Shone

You said a hundred windows shone
a hundred years back in your township
where tonight only your mother's
sends its light over the broken moor.

I know that same desolation
in the emptiness in myself,
with no glimmer from you now
to tell me where you are
though I have hung up the lamp
and light floods the doorstep.

Meg Bateman, from Wish I Was Here: a Scottish Multicultural Anthology (ed Kevin MacNeil & Alec Finlay)

Peatland Flux




This animated transformative doodlemotion outpouring, was created for the Sexy Peat project, following a two week residency on the Island of Lewis, and a week at Highland Print Studio in Inverness. It captures a very personal image based response to the stories, sights and emotions of Lewis and its ethereal peatlands.

Fabric Lenny