Month: November 2019

Spirit of Place…

Originally posted on France & Vincent:
* This notion, in the vague form in which it as come down to us, is probably more easily accessible, or, as some might have it, ‘fluffier’. * Still, few would deny that places can have atmospheres, but what one actually puts that atmosphere down to is these days largely a matter for personal delectation, and hence, hardly…

Cycles of Light (1)

The mysterious mental and emotional construct we call the ‘week’ and its celestial influences… Click on the link below for the post…

Heartfire 4 am

I sometimes wonder if the fire is kin to what I am within Is skin to what I am within – when darkness lures A hiss of icy night and eyes too tired to find delight The swishing of the white tail, paws on icy grass ⦿ The tiny crunch – dark whisper, pulls me there The velvet black surrounds – foolish! My skin … Read More Heartfire 4 am

Divide and be Conquered

It’s a funny thing, division – its principles apply to many aspects of our lives. We can cut something up, but its original ‘wholeness’ persists in ways we may never have considered. Wholeness as a concept is worth some thought. Can we step back and consider why we think something is whole? Is it simply that ‘it works’ – in the way that a … Read More Divide and be Conquered

White Iron Bride

No coward this white train That dared to speak a virgin’s mind Stripped, to the abuser’s rule That sought to quash Dissent in journeys’ end ➰ It’s flaming red still trails the skies A freer voice than iron ways Where iron minds, entitled Lay down iron roads Within the minds and tongues of Those who cannot within their minds Travel by themselves… ➰ Unliveried, … Read More White Iron Bride

Long-Sight…

Originally posted on France & Vincent:
? * Something of the unseen beyond can be gleaned from consideration of the human visage. * Once encountered in youth, the human face never really grows old. * It ages, certainly, yet always retains the signature of youth which was present at first sight. * It is possible that this experience constitutes more than mere sight and…

#FurryFives – The Eye Game

Tess (collie): So, you’ve got to guess which eye I’m going to lick! Youth: Okay! Left eye… Tess: Wrong! Okay try again… Youth: Mmmm Right eye… Tess: Wrong! You’re not very clever are you? Youth: No, but I’m very wet…

Waiting for Godot…

Originally posted on Stepping Stones:
The Gas Man Cometh(or Druid Theatre’s production, “Waiting For Godot”, Royal Lyceum theatre, Edinburgh.Image copyright: Corbis via Getty Images / Getty Images. Found here). Today was the second attempt at a “smart meter” installation. This meant considerable disruption: the second afternoon taken off work to be at the house to greet the much-vaunted, never seen, engineer. The first time…

This World and That…

Originally posted on France & Vincent:
* Intelligible process, consisting, as it does, of purpose, cause, and effect, can only constitute a whole in the unseen beyond, so, human functionality must be meta-physical. * Mankind may be made of levers in the present moment, but, in the beyond, he is full of wheels and his life turns-in-cycles. * Whilst, ‘the other’ in space is…

A prospect of Whitby (3) – Touching the Sun

There’s something ‘monumental’ about planning to be high on the vast moorlands of the North Yorkshire National Park at the end of the first week in December. Yet that is exactly what we’ll be doing on the Sunday morning of the ‘Keys of Heaven’ workshop on the start of the workshop’s final day – weather permitting. If it doesn’t, there’s a plan B… Bridges … Read More A prospect of Whitby (3) – Touching the Sun

#ShortWrytz – Bare Ash

It’s a view I get every morning, letting the pets out before making the first cup of tea. The beloved ash tree – almost certainly doomed to fade away when the ‘die back’ virus finally gets this far north Today, with the strong wind stripping away the last of its leaves, I had a deep and poignant moment when it seemed to face me … Read More #ShortWrytz – Bare Ash

Remembering

Originally posted on The Silent Eye:
My mother was not quite seventeen when I was born. She and my father, just three years her senior, had married early as he had joined the army. They were still living close to home when I first came into the world, but it was not long before they moved to married quarters at the other end of…

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