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Category Archives: Life
Snail’s pace
The internet was playing up, the email account had been hacked yet again, pages were taking up to ten minutes each to load and anything that had images or video took longer. It was going to be one of those … Continue reading
Posted in Life
Tagged communication, discretion, discrimination, empathy, internet, jetsons, media, progress, social, technology
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Bittersweet
The misty dawn blushed a soft, rosy pink, probably embarrassed by the number of clichés it was inviting. It had begun with a delicate glow, suffusing the rising mist with gold as I shivered on the doorstep, then painted the … Continue reading
Posted in consciousness, Life, Love, Photography, symbolism, The Silent Eye
Tagged contrast, frost, nature, Photography, winter
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Core Sky…
* The future forms Within us before We know it. * Count Jack Black Reblogged from France & Vincent
A foggy morning
I scrape the ice from the windscreen, looking with little enthusiasm at the heavy pall of fog that blankets the world. November… we’ve done well to make it this far without ice on the windows. Even so, my fingers are … Continue reading
Tee Pee Tales: Each to his Own…
* One day Turtle made ready to go on the war-path. His comrades Live-Coals, Ashes, Bulrush, Grasshopper, Dragonfly and Pickerel determined to go with him. They set out together in good spirits but on the morning of their first camp … Continue reading
Posted in Life, Mythology, Stuart France
Tagged Folk Tale, landscape, magic, mystery, psychology, story, writing
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That was then…
Laughing with my son today I could not help but notice as the light caught a faint scar on his shoulder. It is so faded now that no-one else will ever notice it. I do, and it breaks my heart … Continue reading
The Drums of Affliction…
When Nan died she became a mountain, I don’t know why and it seems churlish to ask. She suffers terribly, forcing her craggy cave of a mouth into the shapes that form words… It took Gramps a year and a … Continue reading
Posted in Books, Don and Wen, france and vincent, Life, Photography, Stuart France
Tagged esoteric, giants, Great Work, meaning, mystery, psychology, story
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Around the flames
The year turns towards winter, pulling first a blanket of leaves and mist over its face before veiling itself in frost and snow. It is a time when many traditions remember the dead, the past or the holy. On a … Continue reading
Wordpower
“Gloriously expert position. I merely bumbled upon your fastidious post and desired to articulate that I have really relished understanding your blog articles.” Genuine spam comment. Understanding? I wish I could say the same of the comment. The spam box … Continue reading
Borrowed Wings… again
In 2009, after my son had been stabbed through the brain and left for dead in a coma, I was writing daily updates for all those around the world who were sending their love and prayers for his recovery. There … Continue reading