William Pearse publishes memoir, travel journals, poetry and prose.
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Tag Archives: Scottish Highlands
The last of the 8 o’clock sunsets
The clouds are dragon tongues, painted Nordic boats and they blow me back to Scotland, to the fall, to shrill winds and leafless trees, to the comfort of wool and soup, smoked fish, and sleep. Now the shrubs are shriveled, … Continue reading
Rebirth of a shirt
When the undershirt’s worn out, it’s conformed to its owner and lost all likeness of itself then may it be put in the can and forgotten, to know it’s run its course and can return. Let me not grow nostalgic … Continue reading
Posted in poetry
Tagged buddhism, identity, mid-life crisis, mindfulness poetry, poem, poetry, rebirth, Scottish Highlands, Zen
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‘A shadow on the door of a cottage on the shore’
It has the feel of a wet campground, all the smoke and everything damp, watching the Guy Fawkes 5th of November fireworks and bonfire display here in Inverness, the largest festival of its kind in northern Scotland, because I have … Continue reading
Posted in travel, writing
Tagged Carl Jung, Guy Fawkes, humor, Inverness, Memoir, Orkney islands, Scotland, Scottish Highlands, Scottish history, Starbucks, Synchronicity, The Police, travel, TS Eliot, writing
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Trick-or-treating in the Scottish Highlands
The first thing you need to know about trick-or-treating in Scotland is it’s not called trick-or-treating, it’s called guising. And you don’t get it for free just by waving your bags out, you have to sing a tune or recite … Continue reading