North-easterly: Monumental…
From Sue…
If you belonged to a species that regularly threw itself off a cliff, you’d expect that species – or that tribe – to die out pretty quickly… Let’s imagine that there was an annual contest of head-beating with sticks, and the losers – those left alive – were honour bound to march or stagger to the cliff-top and mumble a ceremonial farewell before casting … Read More The Makers of Fine Sticks
Originally posted on Sue Vincent's Daily Echo:
Honour Empty spectre Encompasing boundless grief Vacant cradles rock silently Wasted * Futile Bringing ruin Shades haunting memory Lost generations asking why Warfare * Cinquains for Colleen’s Poetry Challenge
Vast and swirling force, below How silently you flow round truth When hearts and minds let drift The shallow link of living life Between the tides of love and loathing ⦿ No fanfare; charge of war But grey and ancient mud, which Turning molten silver, deadly, Quicker than truth half-shaped Can lie its way to heaven ⦿ The visitor, swept beyond his depth Finds … Read More Quicksilver Tide
“Grandad!” The little girl was shouting his name from the far bank of the river. She was waving something at him; her excited voice carried across the water. “Look, Grandad, I’ve got your book… the one you wrote…the one you read me the stories from!” His world was unravelling. Memories came crashing back; real memories, not confusion… not the fog. Sunday stared across the … Read More Inspector Sunday (end)
In Part One, we looked at the implications of one of the hot topics in modern physics: that of Block Theory, and its two offspring theories – Expanding Block Theory and Evolving Block Theory. These dull names hide a very exciting and radical view of the universe – our world – and the dynamic part that awakened humans can play in it. We don’t … Read More A Chip Off the Old Block (part 2 of 2)
Originally posted on Sue Vincent's Daily Echo:
One of the things we take away from our weekend workshops are the memories. Faces, places, people, conversations and realisations, all combine to create a kaleidoscope of intangible souvenirs that find their own place in the hierarchy of memory. We may share an adventure, but the memories are unique for each of us and it would…
Inspector Sunday stopped walking when he reached the place by the river. He felt at home, there, but didn’t know what to do next. The sky, which had tried to teach him about the cat, told him a story of intersection. From behind him and to the left came a voice that delighted but shocked him. “Grandad!” ©Stephen Tanham
Can they pull it off, again? Oh, I think so… The Silent Eye * It was over 14 years ago now in March 2004 that I first sampled the delights of Derbyshire at a Mystical Weekend in the Nightingale Centre, Great Hucklow. In those days I was a relativley new member of a worldwide Mystical Order and the idea of a ‘Weekend Retreat’ amongst … Read More Derbyshire Delights…
Originally posted on dhamma footsteps:
POSTCARD#331: Bangkok: I’m a Western migrant, living in the East for these last 30 years, and looking at my conditioning in the light of being inescapably part of the Eastern culture; all the ups and downs of life in Asia, and finding the way through in situations where language/behaviour are unfamiliar to the Western mind. Also the headache, from…
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