Month: December 2016

#Silenti – A Rose Beyond Violence, part four

  Krishnamurti was not afraid of the radical. “The moment there is radical change in what we are,” he said. “we shall bring about peace in the world…” It’s a very simple thing to say: change ourselves and we change the world. How could this be viewed as anything but fanciful? Physics would certainly not allow such a postulation. There is no provable, repeatable … Read More #Silenti – A Rose Beyond Violence, part four

Chanteater…

Of Ash and Seed – Contrasts

Originally posted on Sue Vincent's Daily Echo:
It had been forty years since I last crossed the Menai Strait to the Isle of Anglesey and beyond, to the Holy Isle. I had fallen in love with the place back then and my memory has painted the island in the colours of summer, garlanded with wildflowers and encircled by a turquoise sea. But this…

Madness…

Moon over Venus – Part One

Four hundred steps… six hundred million years… It’s a lot, especially when they descend one of the steepest cliffs in Britain. But it’s worth it. To travel through the known geological history of the Earth in the few minutes it takes to hum ‘Morning has broken’ is a soul-warming experience; and nor is the song out of place when you’re experiencing one of the … Read More Moon over Venus – Part One

#Silenti – A Rose Beyond Violence, part three

  Imagine two men: one a lone traveller in a desert, the other a city dweller, a successful man, rising through the ranks of business, destined for greatness. The first man has only a light backpack, resting on shoulders that would be sunburnt but for the reflective, white muslin shirt that both protects the skin and allows his sweat to evaporate from its hot … Read More #Silenti – A Rose Beyond Violence, part three

Musk of Dusk

No crawling fish, freshly-homed on solid earth looked down and saw these veins of life. Where cells like parchment waited to dissolve on winter soil no mighty lizard paused to swoop and gaze upon these paths of inner life so fine. No ape, nor even brutish magnon, put down club or spear to think on inner waters gone, where perfect flow had been. And … Read More Musk of Dusk