Wings of love

Sue, Red Kites…and a very different April weekend.

The Silent Eye

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The red kites are teasing me again, circling low over the garden… until I grab the camera, disappearing in their typical fashion as soon as the lens is pointed skywards. They were at it all morning, yet all I managed was a blurry pic and a handful of distant dots in the sky as usual.

I love those birds and cherish an ambition to get a really good photograph of the great birds in flight, one of these days. I can get a clear picture when they have landed, but in flight it always seems that I click the shutter when they are head down, or in odd positions where it is difficult to see their majesty, or a blurred one eye to eye. The birds seem to smile at my naivety.

It reminds me of the incident with the feathers. When we first began following the kites all over…

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Shivering River…

From Stuart…

France & Vincent

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The traditional number of runes stands at twenty-four.

A colt has twenty-four milk teeth.

Sleipnir is a colt.

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The runes are usually depicted in tablet form

as three rows of eight runes apiece.

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The facts here tend to support the poetic thesis.

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There is, though, an important distinction to be made.

‘Heaven’ is not here viewed as a navigable place,

which is how we might have been led to regard it but, rather, as a space,

that is, a ‘head-space’ or a state of consciousness.

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The runes give access to this consciousness

through the process known as ‘divination’.

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So, keys, yes but not on a ring or chain,

and ‘heaven’ is not somewhere we are destined

to arrive at or not but, rather,

a state mind, or realm, which can be accessed by all.

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