Inherited symmetry
Inherited symmetry Obscures soft flowers The eye of truth Carried on young flesh Triumphs in the passing ©Stephen Tanham
Inherited symmetry Obscures soft flowers The eye of truth Carried on young flesh Triumphs in the passing ©Stephen Tanham
Originally posted on Sue Vincent's Daily Echo:
The ego acquires Lining its nest with tinsel Magpie of the mind * Invisible wealth In silent simplicity The heart shares its home
It is hauntingly beautiful. It sits in its own part of a lovely estuary, just east of Porthmadog, in the south of Snowdonia, Wales. Its name is Portmeirion and it was the life-work of an architect named Clough Williams-Ellis, who held a passionate belief that a ‘tightly-grouped coastal village’ could be developed in that majestic mountain setting, and that its development would illustrate how … Read More The ‘Village’ and its occupants
Originally posted on Sue Vincent's Daily Echo:
The great houses and stately homes are all very well in their way, but the real joy of our visit to Dunham Massey was the deer park. The first recorded mention of the park that surrounds the house dates back to 1353, when both the park and the mill were documented. It is the only surviving…
Seen differently A dark snake winds up the hill To penetrate our lives ➰ Seen differently Silver birds flee, screeching From its venomous intent ➰ Seen differently, again The hedgerow filled with life Laughs with the hungry birds At the harvest of sustenance ➰ See again See beyond the image of our fear To where the world is… ➰ ©Stephen Tanham
Originally posted on Sue Vincent's Daily Echo:
Wandering the backroads that meander through the hills between Staffordshire and Derbyshire was something I had been promising myself for a while. The map is the last thing on my mind… I just point the car in a generally northerly direction and let the roads take me where they will. In this way, I get all…
Originally posted on Sue Vincent's Daily Echo:
It hardly seems possible that it is already a month ago that we were waiting in a place between the worlds for the rites of Beltane to reach their culmination. Glastonbury…the fabled Avalon… is a place where the veil between realties always seems thin, and in this case, the geography aligned itself with legend as we…
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