Secret ~ Ritu Bhathal #writephoto

Posted on June 17, 2020 by Sue Vincent

Can I tell you a secret?
Do you promise that you’ll keep it?
Words I have not told a soul
Thoughts keeping me from feeling whole

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Dust #midnighthaiku

Posted on June 17, 2020 by Sue Vincent

Crumble into dust

Bearing the weight of the world

Live with a light heart

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Neha’s Favorite Blogs – Around the world Edition 2020

Posted on June 16, 2020 by Sue Vincent

Reblogged from Forgotten Meadows:

Hello Everyone,

Thank you to all who followed the rules and shared your favorite blogs in this around-the-world edition of my fav blog list. I have done this since the beginning of my blogging journey and hope to continue doing it whenever I get time to highlight some of the amazing talents we have here. These bloggers have put in their creative energy to create some wonderful blogs whether in lifestyle, photography, poetry or combination of many. I will list the nominees and the nominators below, sharing their own words (some of them are my personal favs as well!) followed by a few of my favorites both old and new (in no particular order)! I wanted to showcase how connected we all are from around the globe in this journey, especially during these times where many are feeling isolated. You definitely did not disappoint in your nominations…between the nominees and nominators we have covered the world!

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Hallmark ~ Anisha #writephoto

Posted on June 16, 2020 by Sue Vincent

Anika was on a vacation at her granny Alisa’s place. She doesn’t miss a chance to get there. After all, it’s her dream home, to be precise, a villa, with whatever she could crave for – a huge pool, large reading room with a comfy sofa beside the French window, a beautiful garden full of fruit-bearing trees few yards beyond the window sill, a lawn to walk in the evening; and all these in a harmonious location in the outskirts of the city.

Continue reading at Crazy Nerds

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Secret ~ Lee Ann #writephoto

Posted on June 16, 2020 by Sue Vincent

What lies behind the keyhole to the heart?
Turn the key if you dare;
Open the door keeping us apart.

Brambles of memories are intertwined.
Chaotic thoughts flying
every nook and cranny of the mind.

Continue reading at Unfocused

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Broken ~ Ken Gierke #writephoto

Posted on June 16, 2020 by Sue Vincent

Broken, this heart
The key to opening it,
left behind when we parted
waits still for your return

Continue reading at rivrvlogr… and do read the poetry in the comments too!

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Sowing seeds

Posted on June 16, 2020 by Sue Vincent

“The spiritual journey is simple, beautiful and full of Love,” read the meme. Perfectly true, but taken out of context it doesn’t actually tell you all that much, does it? Not really. Like so many of the quotes out there on the internet, usually displayed against the background of a sunset, dove or some other visual symbol of serenity, it simply drops a seed into the mind and allows it to grow… or not, as the case may be.

I remember studying the parable of the Sower and the Seed in Religious Education in school, long ago. It tells of how when the Sower sows the seed, it may fall upon stony, barren or fertile ground and where it falls will determine how the seed grows. It is a well-known story, easily understood in symbolic terms, though there are many deeper elements involved in the imagery than may at first appear. Re-reading the passage I fell to thinking about how ideas are seeded and more specifically about those beautifully presented inspirational quotes that abound across all the platforms of social media.

Such phrases, thoughts and quotes may come from the heart and be personal glimpses of understanding offered in all simplicity and with no other motive than to bring hope or share beauty. Many come from the writings of established spiritual teachers, from ancient texts or those to whom the world has attributed the mantle of wisdom. They carry with them the aura of authority; these people, we are assured, knew something, had attained something to which, perhaps, we aspire.

Sometimes they worry me.

Not so much on their own, but as a symptom of a disconnected spirituality that seems to be scattering fragments of light like glitter. And yet…

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Hidden ~ Tessa Dean #writephoto

Posted on June 16, 2020 by Sue Vincent

Aaron followed the real estate agent, Laura, around the large property and poked about here and there. There was a stone shed-like building set in the back corner considerably far from the house. He was interested in viewing the inside of that building. He was looking for something suitable for a place to set up his painting studio. He could see several large windows that would let in a lot of sunlight. He somehow doubted that the building had electricity, and that was one thing he would have to fix right away.

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Alien #writephoto

Posted on June 16, 2020 by Sue Vincent

Alien life-forms

Weird and wonderful beings

Beneath our noses

Trawling distant galaxies

When home holds such mystery

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Ghost Roads ~ Mick Canning

Posted on June 15, 2020 by Sue Vincent

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I love old roads that have fallen into disuse, or been relegated to the role of footpath.

There is one a few miles away on the edge of the next town. It used to be part of the road running from London to Hastings, but when the ‘A’ road that now serves that purpose was built, it not only rendered it redundant for the purposes of long distance travel, but the new cutting actually sliced through it, so it now ends at the top of a hill. From that point, there are only a couple of footpaths leading away in different directions.

Almost fifty years ago (really? Ye Gods!) I cycled along there on my way to the coast from the London suburb in which I lived as a teenager. Many of the roads I used that day are now very much wider, and all are much busier, save the one on the edge of that town. When I walk there from my house, it feels that for that part of the walk I am on a ghost road. I can still think myself onto my cycle, into that year, and the absence of traffic feels weird. If I think hard, I can almost feel spectral traffic going past. What adds to that effect, is that I often walk that way in the evening and the light – or lack of it – only encourages those feelings.

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