Offering ~ Dr. Lim Keng Huat #writephoto

alluring azure

lights shift shrouded shape into

feminine figure

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Living Lore: Loxley – Robin Hood and a Witch ~ Gary Stocker

Continuing Gary Stocker’s Sunday series of posts on the folklore, ancient sites and legends of Britain. If you have similar stories to share from the area in which you live,  please read the footnote and send them in.

Pretty much everyone who has heard of Robin Hood, whether they think that he is fictional or based on truth, think that his birthplace is Loxley in the South Riding of Yorkshire.

However there is a tradition saying that he is from Loxley in Warwickshire. It is thought that he could have been Robert fitzOdo (people with the prefix, “fitz”, did not always use it, so Robert Odo is not totally dissimilar to Robin Hood), who was the twelfth century lord of the manor. In the original legend Robin Hood was stripped of his inheritance. Mediaeval records indicate that this could have happened to Robert fitzOdo. Although the church was restored in the eighteenth century, there are scratches in some of the stonework which people claim is where Robin Hood sharpened his arrows. In the nearby church of Coughton is a window with a group of men depicted. An inscription says that, “This window was made, and these men following, with the money that R. Hood and his men got.”

Loxley had a witch who could allegedly transform herself into a hare. One night someone shot at a hare, wounding it. Next day the witch was seen to be wounded.

Sources: https://robinhoodlegend.com/the-many-robin-hoods-6/
“Haunted Warwickshire” by Meg Elizabeth Atkins. Page 117.

About the author

Gary Stocker graduated from Coventry Polytechnic in 1991 with a degree in combined engineering. He worked in civil engineering for nearly twenty years. For the last six years he has worked in materials science and currently works as a test engineer. His hobbies and interests include voluntary work, conservation work and blacksmithing. He is also interested in history, mythology and folklore and he says, “most things”.


How did your granny predict the weather? What did your great uncle Albert tell you about the little green men he saw in the woods that night? What strange creature stalks the woods in your area?

So many of these old stories are slipping away for want of being recorded. legendary creatures, odd bits of folklore, folk remedies and charms, and all the old stories that brought our landscape to life…

Tell me a story, share memories of the old ways that are being forgotten, share the folklore of your home. I am not looking for fiction with this feature, but for genuine bits of folklore, old wives tales, folk magic and local legends. Why not share what you know and preserve it for the future?

Email me at findme@scvincent.com and put ‘Living Lore’ in the subject line. All I need is your article, bio and links, along with any of your own images you would like me to include and I’ll do the rest.

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She Lingered ~ Jen Goldie #writephoto

“They were just vapors. But it looked like a female figure carrying an offering. She had long hair and flowing robes. Just floating through the darkness.”

“Did you hear anything?”

“No. Just silence.”

“Are you sure?”

“I think I could hear a heartbeat.”

“Was it your heartbeat?”

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A Year Ending Wish ~ Neel Anil Panicker #writephoto

Sid stared through the window at the silvery white apparition___a shimmering silhouette that emanated divine light from its every pore; the eyes, charcoal black, an all knowing steely glint in them, the hair__straight and long and cascading all the way down the curves and contours of a female form the likes of which he had never seen, and one that was even beyond the realm of his over fertile imagination.

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Whitby Weekend: The Crypt at Lastingham

A few of us made our way down the stone steps of St Mary’s in Lastingham, into the crypt where the bones of St Cedd are reputedly buried. To do so is to step back in history and be outside of time; it is a place of quiet reflection, hallowed, one would like to think, by many centuries of prayer… except that, at one point, the crypt was supposed to have also been used as a cock-fighting arena…

Nevertheless, it is the hallowing of space that strikes you… a place to which those of faith have made pilgrimage, when countless have prayed, whether to the God of the saint or to their own vision of divinity. There have always been many who can see beyond the labels of religion to the kernel of truth held in all.

The crypt is part of the original stone church mentioned by the Venerable Bede, built between 664 and 732, and remains almost untouched since that time. Some believe the stone altar to be even older than the crypt and one single, carved oak beam remains from the early church.

Each of the pillars supporting the vault is carved differently, with a disregard for symmetry typical of the period; artistically, symmetry seems to be a relatively modern concept. From the pillars of the cathedrals at Dunfermline and Durham, to the tiny Saxon crypt at Repton, we have seen this so often. Perhaps the designs had a meaning now lost… or perhaps it was simply the stonemason’s art at play.

There are carved stones and relics of a millennium and more of history ranged around the edges of the crypt, from an old, wooden burial bier to fragments of standing crosses, including the Ana Cross that once stood along the road we had just taken from the moors, to the arms of the great Lastingham Cross, now resting beside the bier.

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Drawing to a Close ~ Teresa Smeigh #writephoto

Jack headed back to the castle after being reassured that the boys would be sent back by his father, John. He told Joanne what he knew while they waited to meet the boys that were supposedly theirs. Depending on the outcome of the tests, the Princess would most likely be arrested for kidnapping the boys and replacing them with others, and they had no idea where she got them. Their grandfather was only trying to save them from her and make sure they were taught how to run a Kingdom. The King and Queen, after confirmation, would most likely be set free and left to run the Kingdom as they saw fit and make sure the boys were ready to run the Kingdom when the time came.

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Cold #midnighthaiku

Left out in the cold

Hoping for a ray of light

To pierce the darkness

*

(Internet update:

Still plodding along

Internet still slower than

a hibernating snail… )

 

 

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James Cudney Reviews: Sir Chocolate and the Condensed Milk River story and cookbook by Robbie & Michael Cheadle

Reblogged from James Cudney:

Sir Chocolate and the Condensed Milk River story and cookbookToday’s post is for a children’s book that is bound to delight kids this holiday season. As a Christmas gift for several cousins, nieces, and nephews, I bought several of the books in the Sir Chocolate series by Robbie Cheadle and her son Michael. Since yesterday was Christmas, I thought it’d be perfect to highlight one of the books. I read two of them last year, and you can see my reviews here and here. Below, you will find my review of the third one — they don’t need to be read in order, and I’m just picking them up from the pile before I mail them out. So get ready… you’ll see one each week for the next month on my blog, and then I’m lucky enough to share an amazing author spotlight on the author in a couple of months when the newest book is ready.

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Offering ~ Di #writephoto

Why are you afraid?
I come to you from the shadows
Offering you peace.
There is no malice in my thoughts,
Nothing to fear……
Unless you do not want my gift.
It is your life as I see it,

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Touching the Sun ~ A new book from Steve Tanham

“The sun is always an adequate symbol for the Light of Lights…”
A.K. Coomaraswamy

In this collection of mystical poems, Steve Tanham, founding director of the Silent Eye, explores his personal relationship between the soul and the sun. Plotting its course through the seasonal round, we can recognise the beauty of this natural cycle and catch fleeting glimpses of the greater beyond.

One day the words will be unspeakable

The splinters brushed aside

By the eye beyond the Opening

And we – the world and it’s child

Will speak in unbroken silence 

Steve Tanham is a founding director of the Silent Eye School of Consciousness; a not-for-profit online School of Enneagram-based esoteric psychology. He lives in the English Lake District with his wife, Bernie and a cat and a dog.

Available in Paperback and for Kindle

Via Amazon UK and Amazon US

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