Daily Archives: March 19, 2017

Guest artist: Colleen Briggs – Sacred Centre Holds

Posted on March 19, 2017 by Sue Vincent

Colleen Briggs very kindly agreed to be a guest here today. She is a superb artist and I love her work… but there is more to her gifts than those that fill a canvas with colour. Please visit her blog … Continue reading →

Posted in Art | Tagged acrylics, dandelion, dreams, grief, grief and hope, loss, mixed media, painting | 15 Comments

Mystery

Posted on March 19, 2017 by Sue Vincent

Footprints in smoke trace an echo of longing, Ghosts on a Temple floor paved black and white Waltzing in silence through deep drifting Roses; Memories dance in the Garden tonight. The Tower looks on with its ever-blind windows Whispering fantasies … Continue reading →

Posted in Poetry | Tagged alchemy, being, Life, love, magic | 8 Comments

Out of the Shadows #writephoto

Posted on March 19, 2017 by Sue Vincent

Originally posted on rivrvlogr:
Out of the Shadows We cling to what we know, wondering at connections made by those around us casting light on what might be, what we could be. The photo is provided in Thursday photo prompt…

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#writephoto: Abomination

Posted on March 19, 2017 by Sue Vincent

Originally posted on Jane Dougherty Writes:
The photo is for Sue Vincent’s #writephoto Thursday Photo Prompt. It’s cheeky, I know, but it made me think of a scene from the beginning of Abomination, a not very pleasant scene, my contribution…

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To sleep, perchance…

Posted on March 19, 2017 by Sue Vincent

I snuggled under the duvet. The night was chilly but the bed, with its big feather pillows is perfect in this weather. Bliss, in fact. And I was ready to sleep, looking forward to it… it had been a long … Continue reading →

Posted in essence, Spirituality | Tagged dream, mind, musings, questions, sleep, soul | 12 Comments

White-Skunk seeks medicine III… Stuart France

Posted on March 19, 2017 by Sue Vincent

* ‘Please stop when you remember We work together Anyway All right.’ – Shaman Blues * …That night as Skunk was going along he came to the camp of the Clever Fellows. He saw them all far off because there … Continue reading →