The ancient plains of the island have got me thinking about how our ancestry weaves, mostly unseen, through all our actions, thoughts and emotions. When intuition is open, it is possible to hear the voices of the past, sometimes restricting us if we don’t understand them, but mostly urging us on towards our shared destiny.
Think Avatar, but with a bit of Joni Mitchell mixed in.
I wrote this one for my mum (love you mum), but that doesn’t stop you following this here link…
…and seeing if your inner ancestors don’t find it pleasing on the ancient eardrums.
Emma Jay Ashton 
I’m speachless (for once). Looking at the moon and whispering on the wind….I know now that you can hear me I am privileged. Love you xx