Daily Archives: October 21, 2020

Staunin Stanes

Posted on October 21, 2020 by Sue Vincent

Originally posted on Photos-Poems-Haiku:
STAUNIN STANES Thir are those Wha seek meanin In the alignment O staunin stanes. Wha line up The stars an mune An track the shaddies Imprintit by the sun. Thir are ithers Wha accept a mystery…

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The Old Burying Ground ~ Jennie Fitzkee

Posted on October 21, 2020 by Sue Vincent

Reblogged from A Teacher’s Reflections: I love history. It’s the stories, and understanding life way back when, that is deeply important – to me. When those lives are on hallowed ground, in the beauty of fall, history comes alive. Groton’s … Continue reading →

Posted in reblog | Tagged New England cemeteries, Old Burying Ground, Old headstones tell a story, Slate headstone carvings, Stone carvers | 5 Comments

Circles Beyond Time ~ Dreaming Stones

Posted on October 21, 2020 by Sue Vincent

“They say the stones sleep. That they are old and forgotten… voiceless. Is it so, little sister? Are they silent…or do they dream, the long, slow dreaming of aeons. They were old when they were brought here. Older than memory. … Continue reading →

Posted in adventure, albion, Ancestors, Ancient sites | Tagged Barbrook, belief, Derbyshire, faith, magic, ritual, sacred sites, spirituality, standing stone, stone circle, synchronicity, The Silent Eye, weekend workshop | 3 Comments

A face from the past… and a book extract…

Posted on October 21, 2020 by Sue Vincent

One of the everyday wonders of my childhood was a visit to my grandparents’ home. The house itself was full of Art Deco details. The walls and shelves were adorned with curious things, brought back from far-flung places… wooden boxes … Continue reading →

Posted in Books | Tagged England, esoteric fiction, Fae, fantasy, fiction, Folk Tale, giants, Humour, landscape, magic, Merlin, swords | 2 Comments

A child’s tale

Posted on October 21, 2020 by Sue Vincent

Road to Love – S.Vincent I had one of those ‘moments’ today as I passed between the bookcases in the bedroom. It is odd the things that make it through the veneer of calm acceptance. In this case, it was … Continue reading →