They were like stars, swirling low and high across the sky, marking the path of time and soul and light and dark and what will come and what had been.
As the murmuration rose and swelled, so did the sorrow in her chest, as did tears, and longing, and gratitude.
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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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Thanks for sharing Na’ama ‘ post, Jaye x
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