Daily Archives: December 27, 2020

The Old Oak Tree by Helen Glynn Jones

Posted on December 27, 2020 by Sue Vincent

Reblogged from Helen Glynn Jones: There’s an ancient oak tree not far from my house. Standing at the end of a residential street, bigger than a house and taking up a huge piece of land, it has watched over the … Continue reading →

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Discovering Albion – day 7: Sarcophagus and Standing Crosses

Posted on December 27, 2020 by Sue Vincent

I think both our jaws must have hit the floor as we hit the jackpot. The third room of the little museum seemed to bring together all the threads of the skein that we had been following on our travels. … Continue reading →

Posted in adventure, Churches, Photography, scotland road trip, travel | Tagged Celts, grave slab, hogback, Picts, standing cross, stone | Leave a comment

Of quantity and quality… Stuart France

Posted on December 27, 2020 by Sue Vincent

* ‘One thing good, two things better… Two things bad, one thing good.’ Count Jack Black * Reblogged from France & Vincent

Posted in alchemy, Art, Books | Tagged esoteric, interpretation, Life, meaning, mystery, numbers, philosophy, psychology, The Silent Eye | Leave a comment

Beyond the bounds: Symbiosis…

Posted on December 27, 2020 by Sue Vincent

* Different races of people are like different species, that is, like any other animals. * If they willingly work together in harmony, it is because they both get what they need from doing so. * The ‘builders’ got, amongst … Continue reading →

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Close to you…

Posted on December 27, 2020 by Sue Vincent

I wander into the kitchen… the world is silent except for the little grunting noises Ani makes as I cuddle her good morning. I don’t speak dog fluently, but I have a feeling these short, low grunts are an expression … Continue reading →