Tobias and the Angel: A dog called Toby…. Stuart France

Domingos Sequeira – Tobias heals the blindness of his father

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… “On a recognised Pilgrimage route?”

“Why not?”

“Well, that would explain the presence of the two other Archangels in the paintings even though there is no mention of them in the story.”

“It would.”

“So where does Tobit travel to?”

“It’s just given as a ‘far distant land’ in the version we have but it, maybe, can’t be too far distant if Tobit is related to the family he stays with, which he is.”

“And this artistic tradition surfaced how long after the ‘dissolution’ of the Templars?”

“Enjoyed, ‘dissolution’. Oh, about a hundred years or so.”

“Hmmm. I’m beginning to see what you mean. Gabriel’s ‘lily’ is orthodox. Raphael’s ‘vial’ presumably holds eye ‘salve’ for Tobit, the fish by this stage is purely symbolic, but what of Michael’s golden apple?”

“I was hoping you might be able to throw some light on that?”

“Light from the Garden of the Hesperides, perhaps?”

“Which is guarded by a dragon.”

“A hundred headed dragon.”

“And they call this tradition Neo-Platonic?”

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Glisten ~ Lady Lee #writephoto

The glow of the sea thrumming low
Its gentle wave such soothing sound
Spending time in peace around

Scoring high with such aglow
Like a stint of tranquility
And a chain of humility

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Callanish Calling: Isle of Skye…

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Somewhat fortuitously we got the last room

in practically the last B&B on the mainland.

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Pictish art, courtesy of our landlady, Christine,

greeted us in the porch.

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We had proper coffee in the bedroom, a great view,

and a comfortable bed.

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Ever-glistening waves ~ Aashi D Parekh #writephoto

Trotting eagerly towards that direction,
Roaring, glistening waves, calling her,
And clearly washing her transient feet.
Never-ending waves rising, then falling,

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Shell of Love ~ Sascha Darlington #writephoto

I think of you, us
the beach that day
as if yesterday,
but like sand spilling
through fingers
time stole away
graying our hair
graying our minds

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Tidal

Image Credit: © Sally Cronin

Fettering freedom

The song of boundless oceans

Captured in a shell

Tides abandon their burden

Waves embrace will bring it home

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For Colleen’s Tanka Tuesday

 

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Glisten ~ Di #writephoto

Come to me, my Beloved,
Cast off the shackles of your past
And join me in the seas of forever.
Bathe with me in the moonlight
Under the petticoated whispers of cloud.
Let us rejoice in our union,

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Open #midnighthaiku

Elephant hawk moth

Open to life’s gifts

Self offered as a chalice

Empty hands are filled

Elephant hawk moth on hand

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Callanish Calling: Light of the World…

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What we had thought were the distant hills of Bonny Scortland,

so recently traversed, turned out to be the hills of Skye herself yet to be encountered.

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This trip was already proving to have more surprises than a Jack-in-the-Box.

But, no matter…

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One of the things that all the travellers to the Isles mention is the light.

We were about to experience this at first hand, and in more ways than one.

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Into the Waves ~ Dr. Crystal Grimes #writephoto

Play or download the poem with lyre accompaniment.

I’m running from the rushing waves
Of angry, stormy seas.
I have no ship or lighthouse,
Just fear surrounding me.

But then a small voice whispers;
I hear above the waves,
“Peace, be still,” and strangely,
It ebbs the fear away.

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