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Just had to reblog – thank you, Jean!
The Silent Eye Part Fifteen of The Unseen Sea The fish that crawled out of the sea was ancient by the time LUCA, the EarthLife, came down from the trees, and, much later, began eating flesh that was no longer raw, but cooked on the magic of fire–a gift from the sky. Within the tribe, the eyes marked for change watched and became conscious … Read More The Unseen Sea – 15: Tall Child of Envy
The Silent Eye “It really gets to me,” said my son, checking his phone as I was putting his socks on. “What does?” “Words… stuff like this…” He read me a passage from social media. I immediately saw what he meant. It was story about a little girl with a beautiful voice. It was a touching enough tale, without the need of the writer … Read More Word power
And, with infinite care Like drawing with the finest brush The lines of Now can be Fleetingly Crystallised Against the sky Which, smiling back Decides to stay… ©Stephen Tanham, 2016.
Originally posted on Sue Vincent's Daily Echo:
I have, over the years, come across a number of excellent articles on the value of learning to say ‘No’. And it is good advice. We bend over backwards, tie ourselves in knots and wear ourselves to shreds sometimes trying to do and be everything others ask of us. It is, just occasionally, okay to say…
The Silent Eye Part Fourteen of The Unseen Sea With the flickering of the cottage’s log fire behind her, Maria looks in on her father, snoozing on his bed after their spat. The stone wall – adjacent to the double bed and covered in red hessian – has four pictures on it, arranged in a line. She’s never asked him about them, but they … Read More The Unseen Sea – 14: The Layers of Me
My mother is eighty-six years old. She looks full of vitality, though her health is challenged by a less than perfect heart and a recent diagnosis of dementia. She’s facing this bravely, in the same way she has always faced adversity. Born in 1930, her early life was dominated by extreme poverty and the 1939-45 European war. She was, in her own words, … Read More Burnt Autumn
Originally posted on Sue Vincent's Daily Echo:
You know those life-lessons that come out of the blue and slap you round the face with a wet kipper? I had one of those today… and it was right that I should do so. I firmly believe that we should do our best to live by our lights and apply our faith and beliefs, whatever…
Originally posted on Sue Vincent's Daily Echo:
“Come down at one,” said my son. “Make it eleven,” he said on the phone that evening. “As close to eight as you can,” said the text that woke me in the middle of the night. “Zzzz,” said my son through his bedroom door. By nine I had all his housework done and meals prepared. My…
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