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Vista ~ Joelle LeGendre #writephoto

Posted on July 11, 2020 by Sue Vincent

Often I wonder
if Minnesota’s hills still
remain as pristine.
Summer hikes, eagles flying,
vistas of an inner peace.

Left in the comments of the prompt post by Joelle LeGendre

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Apparition…

Posted on July 11, 2020 by Sue Vincent

What was Abram’s experience?

If the story is to be believed…

Abram threw his face to the ground at the sight of ‘something’.

And when lifted from the ground by that thing,

he then veiled his eyes from it.

Furthermore, that thing could both speak to him

and hear his unspoken thoughts.

Is that enough?

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Vista ~ Willow Willers #writephoto

Posted on July 11, 2020 by Sue Vincent

Sofia stood at the top of the hill surveying the vista. Her heart missed a beat. It had been millennia since she had been able to see such beauty, unspoiled unsullied. No rubbish, no noise, no trace of the parasites.

Casting her eyes around she felt the warmth of the sun on her back. This is good she thought. Out of bad there often comes good. Over the centuries since she had fallen from heaven she had seen so much. Good, bad and darn right evil and all wrought by human hands.

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Farsight

Posted on July 11, 2020 by Sue Vincent

Without the hand of Man the sun will rise
And set in splendour with the dying day;
The soul of beauty does not need our eyes.

Man’s fate was never written in the skies
Though in its blue reflection, portents play
Without the hand of Man the sun will rise

True beauty, by its nature, never dies,
Though Man is lost and found along the way
The soul of beauty does not need our eyes.

Man’s insignificance the race denies
And seeks illusive dominance for clay…
Without the hand of Man the sun will rise.

The essence of our being flees its ties
And from a higher vantage sees a way
The soul of beauty does not need our eyes.

When ego has no need of alibis
Then truth can live upon our lips and say,
Without the hand of Man the sun will rise
The soul of beauty does not need our eyes.

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Vista ~ Kim Blades #writephoto

Posted on July 11, 2020 by Sue Vincent

I walked along an enchanted path

to the tree-topped hill –

a corner of the world I like the most,

where in the wind a song sings

and young leaves dance among the grass –

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Fit #midnighthaiku

Posted on July 11, 2020 by Sue Vincent

Subjective beauty

Perfectly fit for purpose

Divinely designed

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Darlene Foster hosts Sally Cronin: Travels as a Child

Posted on July 10, 2020 by Sue Vincent

Reblogged from Darlene Foster’s Blog:

I am delighted to have the amazing Sally Cronin as my guest today as she tells us about her adventurous life as a child traveller.

Travels as a Child Cape Town, South Africa – 1963-1965 – Sally Cronin

My father was a Royal Naval officer, and by the time I was ten years old, I had quite a few adventures under my belt. When I was 18 months old my father was posted to Sri Lanka (Ceylon at that time) for two years to a place where my early memories were formed. In early 1959, when I was six-years-old, we moved to Malta for two years, flying via Rome airport, where my two-year-old brother escaped and was recaptured running across the tarmac under a plane.

But the biggest adventure would be in early 1963 when we left for Cape Town, South Africa, so my father could take up his shore-based post at Simon’s Town.

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Vista of War ~ Iain Kelly #writephoto

Posted on July 10, 2020 by Sue Vincent

Their camp was just outside the old boundary wall of the city, in a wooded area on the crest of a hill that overlooked the valley below. Central City sprawled out before them as far as they could see. The secluded camp sat in a clearing between six oak trees. Branches from the trees stretched into the middle of the space, creating a natural covering that protected their dwellings from rain and snow in the winter, from searing heat in the dry summer, and from surveillance drones and satellites all year round. The leaves had recently fallen from the branches, covering the forest floor in a damp, orange-yellow carpet. In the centre of the clearing was a campfire, with stones gathered round it for seats. A collection of mismatched tins, pots, plates and cooking utensils were gathered in a pile, still to be cleaned after their meal the previous evening. Danny picked up a metal pail and walked across the clearing. A hundred metres through the woods was a small burn that flowed down the hillside. It eventually joined with other streams and flowed into the river, heading towards the sea. Danny heard a steady trickle through the trees, the heavy rain the night before had swelled the flow of fresh water. His feet shuffled through the fallen leaves, he kicked pine cones as he wandered along. In the peace of the forest he could have forgotten they were overlooking a war zone.

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A Thousand Miles of History XXXXVII: The Horse and the Crop Circle…

Posted on July 10, 2020 by Sue Vincent

As we drove through Avebury to our next destination, we were more than glad that we had been prompted to stop at the Waggon and Horses instead of our usual port of call. The Red Lion, crammed full of people, was ringed about and protected by metal grilles. It had not even occurred to us that the summer solstice celebrations would be having that level of effect on the tiny village that is encircled by the stones.

Hundreds of people descend on the stones to watch the solstice sunrise, the party lasts all night and there is music, dancing and rituals of all kinds. The atmosphere is reportedly good there, but it is for this very reason that we try to schedule our events for a weekend close to, but not on the solstice or equinox. We did not stop… it was too busy. We know the henge and circles well and we had already been granted an amazing gift that day in a place we thought we knew. But there is always more to see and discover and we have yet to spend a night amongst the stones…

Instead we drove through, heading for Hackpen Hill, where a white horse graces the hillside… though this time, we were not on an equine quest. The Hackpen Horse is a modern creation, ninety feet long and was cut by a parish clerk, Henry Eatwell, in 1838 to commemorate the coronation of Queen Victoria, with the help of a local pub landlord. It is possible that they simply recut an older figure, though no evidence remains if that is the case.

There is a good bit of lore here though. A field of sarsen stones close by may have provided some of the stones for both Avebury and Stonehenge. The prehistoric track now known as the Ridgeway runs just behind the horse… and if you are walking there, it is as well to beware of fairies:

“That the Fairies would steale away young children and putt others in their places; verily believed by old woemen of those dayes: and by some yet living.

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