Afghanistan adventures #46 ~ Mary Smith

Reblogged from Mary Smith’s Place:

Waras, Afghanistan – early winter 1989

A narrow defile between towering mountains led us out of the Kirman valley. There was no indication of a way out and I assumed there must be an opening at the far end, not yet visible. It took some time before I understood that the only way out was up – straight up. The track was almost perpendicular, and so narrow it was difficult to believe anything other than a mountain goat could have climbed it. Trying to reassure myself that horses are extremely sure footed, I sat, in a cold sweat, the reins loose in my hand allowing Zeba to do things her way. Whenever one or other of the horses in front stumbled, – which they did with alarming frequency – showers of small stones clattered down the mountain – and shudders of fear down my back.

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Disappointed, once again … Reena Saxena #writephoto

each step
each curve
-familiarity
breeding hope
when I climb
pulling out weeds
on the way

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Calanais: Moot-Points…

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We may have

to take issue with Burl.

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There is nothing cramped about this monument.

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And that word implies, does it not, unfit for purpose?

Which Callanish most certainly is not.

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From a distance the stones resemble figures

gathering to moot,

and even up close that notion is

difficult to shake.

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Episode 9- Dr. Andy Cooper and Helios

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Andy (enlarged)Tonight a new episode of the Magical world of G. Michael Vasey is available. It features Dr. Andy Cooper, founder of the Helios School of Esoteric Sciences. If you do not know Andy, he is a Third Degree Initiate of the Western Mystery Tradition and the Founder and Director of Studies of the Helios School of Esoteric Science. He personally trained for many years with Dolores Ashcroft-Nowicki, the former Director of Studies of the Servants of the Light School of Occult Science (SOL).

His lineage comes from Dion Fortune, the founder of the Society of the Inner Light, through Ernest Butler, the founder of the Servants of the Light and Dolores Ashcroft-Nowicki, the now retired Director of Studies, who took over the mantle of leadership from Ernest Butler when he retired.

Andy holds a B.Sc in Electrical Engineering, a Ph.D in Esoteric Studies and is a certified trainer of Neuro-Linguistic Programming…

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The orphanage ~ Smita Ray #writephoto

Saltmort hunkered down for a flat stone and skimmed it along the lake. On turning back he scrambled up to the grassy bank, plonked down and cast a glance around. His old ramshackle orphanage stood right ahead of him. Its dilapidated doors, worn patches on the wall, weathered stone steps, etiolated creepers curling around the pergola evoked long lost memories, made allusions to numerous stories. A monument to all the happiness his childhood was forbidden. A mother in true sense. He did have his best days. The flood of nostalgia broke its bank.

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Flux Tree

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Long ago Coyote was walking his way.

He came to a hill on which he saw a man cast his eyes out of his head into a Flux Tree.

They hung in the branches of the tree until the man cried out, ‘Eyes come back to me’ which they did, flying back into his eye sockets with a reassuring Throp!

Coyote desperately wanted to learn the trick so he begged the man to teach him it until the man agreed.

‘Be careful, Coyote’ said the man, ‘never perform this trick more than four times in any one day.’

No sooner had the man gone than Coyote’s eyes were out of his head and up in the Flux Tree.

He could see over low hills.

He could see where the stream that disappeared in the valley went and he could also see the shape of things for miles.

He performed the trick four times in quick succession to make sure he had it right and then thought.

‘What’s good for him may not be so good for me.’

So he cast his eyes into the Flux Tree a fifth time but when he called them back they stayed there.

Poor Coyote stumbled about the Flux Tree grove bumping into things and crying.

Exhausted he lay down to sleep.

Before long some mice came by and thinking Coyote dead they started to nibble his hair in order to make a nest.

Coyote let his mouth hang open and caught one by the tail.

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True Blue ~ Jules #writephoto

the generations
have come and gone, the stone steps
remember each one

sunrises brings them light and warmth
dusk then welcomes workers home

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Soul-gazing

The waters of the earth are heaven’s glass
We, in their calm reflection seek our own,
And, lost in wonder, think the stars surpass
The simple spark we hold of truth unknown.
The mind, its logic lost in paradox,
Requires ending to the questioned quest;
Confines eternity within a box
That, like a coffin’d corpse, is laid to rest.
No more than just a single drop am I
Within the ocean of infinity,
And if no Hand exists, who then can try
To separate the droplet from the sea?
The heart that rests upon the scales has sight
To cast aside the veil and see the light.

Sonnet for Colleen’s Poetry Challenge

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Worn ~ Di #writephoto

The steps were the same as they had always been, smiling in greeting to all who approached the threshold.
Ma took pride in keeping them clean, but the weeds were starting to tease their way through the cracks.
The third and fourth step had been repaired. It was a good job, clinical, clean and crisp lines, totally out of keeping with the wavy worn risers above and below them. No-one would dare carve their initials in the wet concrete or make their mark with coloured chalks and rows of kisses as she had as a child.

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Shared #midnighthaiku

Seeds of life forming

Born together, separate

A common thread shared

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