Daily Archives: November 17, 2019

One ending in sight

Posted on November 17, 2019 by Sue Vincent

Originally posted on Jane Dougherty Writes:
For the #writephoto challenge. Into the final furlong with my WIP. I’m dreading finishing it. Thanks for another fitting photo, Sue. “I never did see one o’ them bird monsters. I watched, every time…

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Shropshire’s Most Unsettling Hillscape: The Stiperstones ~ Tish Farrell

Posted on November 17, 2019 by Sue Vincent

Reblogged from Tish Farrell: Well, the name alone is enough to set the nerves jangling. Stiperstones. There’s more than a hint of menace here, and local Shropshire folk will tell you exactly what that menace is. They will say that … Continue reading →

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Glass #writephoto

Posted on November 17, 2019 by Sue Vincent

Originally posted on Trent's World (the Blog):
Photo by Sue Vincent Jay looked across the lake at the distant mountain. Nothing was moving over the glassy water. Good. He slipped the kayak into the water, stepped in placing his…

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Living Lore: The Red Horse of Tysoe, or “The Nag of Renown” ~ Gary Stocker

Posted on November 17, 2019 by Sue Vincent

Chalk horses carved into hill sides, whether they are ancient like the one at Uffington or more modern, like some others in the locality are fairly well known about. However there was a red horse carved into the hillside above … Continue reading →

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The Enormity of Life…

Posted on November 17, 2019 by Sue Vincent

* We do not ordinarily confine ourselves to the present moment. * It is not actually possible. * But neither do we extend ourselves much before and beyond it. * Continue reading at France and Vincent

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Telling tales

Posted on November 17, 2019 by Sue Vincent

I was talking with a friend, as you do, comparing notes over coffee and a few thousand miles. He described his own spiritual tradition as ‘walking in Beauty’. That, I thought, was a wonderful way to describe any path. Yet … Continue reading →