
The ghost of summer
Memory of laughing days
Still holds its colour
A small bouquet of heather sits on my desk, as fresh and bright as the day it was gathered. I always hate breaking the stems and take only a single sprig from any plant in the purple sea that paints the hillsides. I feel guilty, as if I am destroying beauty. My depredations are so small and my exile’s joy in the tiny blooms so great… They are a symbol of home and hope, a promise that I will return. I doubt the heather minds.

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About Sue Vincent
Sue Vincent was a Yorkshire born writer, esoteric teacher and a Director of The Silent Eye. She was immersed in the Mysteries all her life. Sue maintained a popular blog and is co-author of The Mystical Hexagram with Dr G.M.Vasey. Sue lived in Buckinghamshire, having been stranded there due to an accident with a blindfold, a pin and a map. She had a lasting love-affair with the landscape of Albion, the hidden country of the heart. Sue passed into spirit at the end of March 2021.
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Thank you 🙂
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So touching!
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❤
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Reblogged this on anita dawes and jaye marie.
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Thanks, Jaye x
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I have Heather in my garden, pink, white and lilac. The flowers really are so tiny…
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And yet together, they paint mountains 🙂
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and they do it beautifully!
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Perhaps the heather sent that very sprig to you for that very reason. 🙂
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It would be nice to think so 🙂
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A beautiful haiku holding out the memory and looking forward to next year.
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The purple heather till sits on my desk, looking as fresh as it was on the moor 🙂
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Reblogged this on By the Mighty Mumford and commented:
BEAUTY IN HER BACK YARD…AND IN HER HEART!
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