Month: November 2017

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The Dragon of Elizabeth’s Seas

  It is the beginning of May, 1587, and a man known locally as The Dragon is headed for Cadiz on Spain’s Atlantic coast. His mission is not peaceful. The act of sailing to Cadiz poses few challenges for this master mariner, who, ten years prior, had already circumnavigated the globe – becoming only the second person (after Magellan) to do so. But what … Read More The Dragon of Elizabeth’s Seas

Adoration of the One? II…

On Golden Decks

On sweet golden wood decked in yellow Is my love of ochre from you? A fantasy glimpsed in old posters A place where poor children are few ⦿ From a farther realm now you are calling Bright image, uncharted, at sea Your home somewhere richer and darker with meaning Not timeless nor faded but free ⦿ Let me sail down to Rio within you … Read More On Golden Decks

On Golden Decks

On golden wood bedecked in yellow Is love of ochre gained from you? A fantasy glimpsed on old posters A space where poor children are few ⦿ From a farther place now you are calling Lost on the seas, uncharted, not gone Your home somewhere richer and darker with meaning Not glossy or gaudy nor stone ⦿ Let me sail down to Rio within … Read More On Golden Decks

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She of the Voice

 “Ra-bi-ya, Ra-bi-ya…” As she surveys the black and white squares of the court before her, the song echoes in her head, a beloved memory of time spent, long ago, with her mother, playing their hiding game among the orange groves in the gardens of the royal home. ‘She of the voice, the inner voice,’ had been the way they referred to her, later in … Read More She of the Voice

The Star of St George…

Originally posted on Stuart France:
* In a green hill, the hollow green hills, a dragon sleeps, tonight. * The red cross on the white shield of St. George is made up of red scales like the scales of the red dragon that wakes at the foot of St Michael’s Spear. The red cross on the breast of St. George’s white breast-plate is made…

Clueless…

Originally posted on The Silent Eye:
The past few days have seen us up to our eyeballs in research, planning and speculation. With the December Living Land workshop less than two weeks away, this was our last chance to get out in the field and check the details… so out into the fields and hills we went. We were lucky with the weather, in…

The Cat’s Bells

And you did not Grow up too soon The cat and the bell And the boys in the moon ⦿ The eyes that yearn For one more tune From the cat and the bell And the boys in the moon ⦿ Must gracefully turn To the quieter room From the cat and the bell And the boys in the moon ⦿ ©Stephen Tanham

To dare, to dream, to be…

Islands…

Originally posted on Sue Vincent's Daily Echo:
Image: Pixabay Over the past few days, social media has been awash with disgust at the note left on an ambulance window when the paramedics had been called to a dying man. It was a critical and time sensitive occasion and the patient died later in hospital. The man who had left the note, which read…

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A Woman of Power and Substance

It is the winter of 1584. The well-dressed woman watches as her fourth husband storms out of the dining hall at their present home, Tutbury Castle, in Staffordshire. In the corner of the room sits a younger woman, now smiling at the angry departure of the man of the house–the sixth Earl of Shrewsbury. The seated woman with the secretive smile has good reason … Read More A Woman of Power and Substance

Alpha et Omega…

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