Orkney Trout Saga
A love song to Orkney…especially the lochs, the sky, the wind, the clouds and rain, the blazing sunshine, blue water and green fields rolling away…and of course the trout! A song for anyone who understands why we go fly-fishing for wild trout…
Heartlands CD and Lyrics
If you ride into these Heartlands, you gotta stay on course,
If you ride in the deep-down part lands, you’re gonna need a wild horse.
Without the wild horse, you’re never gonna get up steam,
Without the wild horse, you’re never gonna dive in the stream.
Leatherwork Photo Gallery
I started doing leatherwork in the late 60’s. I learned some of the Gaucho plaiting patterns from my old school friend Patrick who had returned from a year out in Argentina, learning the real thing. I picked up some from him, and also learned classic American western tooling techniques from a cool old dude called […]
Be Your Note
Tell it how you see it, tell it like it is…find your language, find your tongue, choose your fabric, fill your palette, strike your note…Our noble patron, Rumi, has given us all permission…”Let the beauty we love be what we do. There are hundreds of ways to kneel and kiss the ground.”
Wings & Prayers CD
A collection of songs with a couple of instrumentals thrown in. Most of these are available on soundcloud/lookingforfitra, to listen to and also download.
Songs in Search of a Musician
A printed collection of fifty poems, lyrics and rhyming verse, each one accompanied by striking black and white images by photographer Jethro Evans. Written from the unique perspective of a western convert to Islam in the 70’s, Songs In Search of A Musician takes the reader on a journey across an inner landscape of emotion, reflection, insight and awakening.
Got Away Clean
Hats and boots and cowboy suits
And a smile and a quiff to match
And every line had a hook or two
And every tune had a catch
Digging
A man should dig the earth
it is good for his body, his mind, his soul.
It is humbling to dig the earth
the earth is so big…
you are so small,
you can only move it in small pieces
one at a time.
Got me by the heart
I see the gifts that You lay on my table
Lord you know I have my fill
I try to use’em right, best as I am able
Though my heart may tremble and thrill
The Craftsman
I had to find the craftsman again
Step into his hands once more
Get them worn and familiar
Feel with his touch
See the patterns in his mind’s eyes