Daily Archives: August 2, 2016

Weapons of mass destruction and the no-fly zone

Posted on August 2, 2016 by Sue Vincent

There is a tall plastic bottle on my desk that is a constant reminder that I am a mass murderer. I don’t like it, I don’t enjoy it, but sometimes you are left with no alternative. It matters little that … Continue reading →

Posted in Spirituality | Tagged conscience, edmund burke quote, flies, moral dilemma, responsibility, the value of life | 42 Comments

The journey- by Sheila Chadwick

Posted on August 2, 2016 by Sue Vincent

Reblogged from The Silent Eye: At a recent meeting, one of our Companions, a woman of both Beauty and Grace, read us a short piece she had found, that she written many years ago. We asked if we could transcribe … Continue reading →

Posted in Rose, soul, Spirituality | Tagged Journey of the Fool, Leap of Faith., State of Grace | 2 Comments

The Crypt from D. Wallace Peach #Writephoto

Posted on August 2, 2016 by Sue Vincent

Reblogged from D. Wallace Peach at Myths of the Mirror: The Crypt The passage stretched longer than the old priest promised. A final door scraped open into a rectangular crypt, fluted arches interwoven in the dimness. Cobwebs luffed like gossamer … Continue reading →

Posted in photo prompt, Photography, writing, writing prompt | Tagged flash fiction short story, mystery, tomb | 3 Comments

Times past

Posted on August 2, 2016 by Sue Vincent

The unmistakable sound was a bit distracting. I’m no expert on steam trains… though I used to know a good deal about them, having listened to my younger brother for hours, but I remember them… and that rhythm of wheels … Continue reading →

Posted in mankind, Memory, war | Tagged Buckinghamshire Railway Centre, children, Nissen huts, POW camp, steam trains, Thomas the Tank Engine, war | 34 Comments

Green grow the rushes O… from Stuart France

Posted on August 2, 2016 by Sue Vincent

Reblogged from Stuart France… The Grand-Father Clock, tock…tock…tocked reassuringly in the corner of the oak panelled study. Through the window to one side the ancient time piece’s Big Brother could be discerned dominating the metropolitan sky-line… Tee, was wilfully oblivious … Continue reading →