Daily Archives: March 14, 2021

My Mother’s Hands

Posted on March 14, 2021 by Sue Vincent

A repost of an old poem in honour of Mother’s Day here in the UK… perhaps more poignant this year than ever… I see my mother’s hands before my eyes The first caress that I had ever known, And … Continue reading →

Posted in Life, Motherhood, Poetry | Tagged ageing, childhood, growing, maturity | 69 Comments

The tomb and the missing skull

Posted on March 14, 2021 by Sue Vincent

If the only way I can get out and play at the moment is to revisit old haunts, then so be it. Four years ago, I stumbled across a church with some wonderful stories and a fantastic tomb… In the … Continue reading →

Posted in albion, Churches | Tagged ancient sites, Bassett tomb, Blore Bay, England, history, Photography, sacred sites, spirituality, Stuart France and Sue Vincent, The Silent Eye, travel | 5 Comments

Letting in the Light

Posted on March 14, 2021 by Sue Vincent

“The wound is the place where the Light enters you.” Rumi Near the fence there are some huge chunks of wood… slices salvaged from the old horse chestnut tree that used to hold my home and garden within its embrace. … Continue reading →