Daily Archives: April 6, 2020

Mapping Out… ~ Graeme Cumming

Posted on April 6, 2020 by Sue Vincent

Reblogged from Graeme Cumming: Over the next few weeks, you’re going to see a number of images relating to Carrion appearing regularly on my social media. The most common will be the cover, which I revealed at the end of … Continue reading →

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A new day dawning ~ Suzanne #writephoto

Posted on April 6, 2020 by Sue Vincent

Slipping inside the golden light of dawn the woman entered meditation. In that clear space the golden light became a nectar that nourished her on a deep soul level. – so much fear and confusion in the world and within … Continue reading →

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The story of St Alban

Posted on April 6, 2020 by Sue Vincent

The final post on our visit to the Abbey of St Albans a few years ago. Parts One, Two, Three, Four, Five and Six can be found by clicking the highlighted links. As it has taken me a week to … Continue reading →

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Together ~ Di #writephoto

Posted on April 6, 2020 by Sue Vincent

A new dawn, Is this the last of old, Or the first of what is to come? Times are changing, The earth is reclaiming her own, Continue reading at pensitivity101

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Together ~ Honoré Dupuis #writephoto

Posted on April 6, 2020 by Sue Vincent

We walk this path, distant but together, like shadows: our steps leave no mark on the wet sand, no-one is there to notice our shimmering shapes. Continue reading at Of Glass and Paper

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Points of view

Posted on April 6, 2020 by Sue Vincent

Some eyes see only through a darkened haze Behind dark lenses, blinkered, self-conditioned Blind to the dancing joy where rainbows arc Afraid to see the colours life commissioned. Some eyes see far in pastel coloured glory Leaving life behind them … Continue reading →