now i know how joan of arc felt
join me for the seventh in a series of weekly musings about life since leaving corporate and following my writing dreams. Continue reading now i know how joan of arc felt
join me for the seventh in a series of weekly musings about life since leaving corporate and following my writing dreams. Continue reading now i know how joan of arc felt
“If I can’t find where I belong in the world, then I’m going to create it.”
An honest account of almost giving up, of fear, doubt, and the quiet resilience it takes to walk a path of your own making. Continue reading I almost abandoned myself
Step back to 1800s Rothesay and meet five of Bute’s most unusual characters — from the mischievous Daft Jock to the mysterious ‘O’ Man. Unearthed from a 1913 article, these stories bring the island’s forgotten personalities vividly back to life. Continue reading 5 Rothesay characters you’ve never heard of
Transformation. Death and rebirths. The duality of beauty and pain. The messiness that comes with ‘pomegranates’, the metaphor for a life rich with experience.
These are all the things that Ailsa Gillies explores in this visceral and raw piece of lyrical prose. Continue reading The Price of Pomegranates
Photography has the power to reveal – or to deceive. Ailsa Gillies explores the fine line between authenticity and artistry, from Lord Snowdon’s intimate portraits of Princess Margaret to Annie Leibovitz’s regal spectacle of Queen Elizabeth II. What do these images truly show us? And what do they conceal? Step inside The King’s Gallery with me, where perception reigns supreme. Continue reading Royal photography: truth or illusion?
Ailsa Gillies tells the story of survival, adaptation, and the blurred line between man and nature in this thought-provoking poem. Like the beginning of a strange joke—a man walks into a bar—this poem unfolds in smoky corners and crowded city streets, where a mysterious figure, disguised as a man, shares their tale of loss and resilience. The ultimate punchline? Nature has a way of reminding us it’s always watching, even in the heart of the concrete jungle. Continue reading Urban Refugee
Suspended above the earth, Ailsa Gillies met the moon—its silvery whispers felt like an old friend. In its quiet glow, she saw something larger than herself, and from it, flowed this piece of lyrical prose. Continue reading Eye to luminous eye