Choose #midnighthaiku

Riding the current

Both stream and path are calling

We stand on the brink

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Immobility

The only desecration

Refusal to grow

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Return #writephoto ~ Of Glass and Paper

 

Thursday photo prompt: Returning #writephotohttps://scvincent.com/2021/01/21/thursday-photo-prompt-returning-writephoto/

He said he would return, and only the faithful understood, and waited. The doubters, the jokers, the cheaters were so confident. They laughed, and mocked those prostrate and grieving souls, in the churches…

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Podcast: Creating A Silent Space: G. Michael Vasey interviews Michael Coleman

Reblogged from The Magical World of G. Michael Vasey:

The latest The Magical World of G. Michael Vasey podcast is now out in the usual places (Apple, Youtube, Soundcloud, Spotify etc.).

The process of meditation, the experience of it, has you realise that you are not the grasping ego. In deep meditation you find that you are not a person at all in the sense of “me and mine” – my history, my family, my life, my desires. The realisation gradually gets stronger the more you meditate…”

I talk to Michael Coleman about his spiritual journey and his opening of a retreat in Lincolnshire. Michael is an old business colleague of mine that I worked with for many years never knowing he had any interest in such matters at all and vice versa.

Visit The Magical World of G. Michael Vasey  to listen to the podcast

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Discovering Albion – day 10: Selby Abbey ~ Dignity and Memories

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“…a stately old lady, retired to the country with her dignity and memories intact.” Simon Jenkins on Selby Abbey.

The Anglo-Saxon Chronicle of 779 AD mentions a settlement called Seletun. Archaeological remains show it to have been first settled by the Vikings and there was an extensive Roman presence. Today the little town of Selby still straddles the banks of the Ouse in the West Riding of Yorkshire. These days, since the reordering of the counties, it belongs officially to North Yorkshire, but the less said about governmental interference with our Ridings the better. The Ridings themselves cannot be changed by the transience of politics. There are three Ridings …from Thirdings, it is thought… North, West and East; we dispensed with the south. The Ridings meet in the Vale of York… the Ainsty.

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You don’t mess with the Ridings…

To be fair, Selby Abbey isn’t actually a cathedral, just a normal Parish Church, though I know many a parish church that would fit comfortably within the walls of its vestry, and many a cathedral that would be dwarfed by its size and magnificence. I had been there before, long, long ago, before I had any real knowledge and no understanding of anything other than the beauty I found within its walls.

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Sunlight in flower

Still, the memory is a fond one. I had been taken by my grandparents when we had gone to visit great grandmother. She had gone blind one day on her way to work one day… already well past retirement age, of course… and was being cared for in Selby. I remember a few things from that early visit… like the Stars and Stripes and the story of the Maundy Money which Grandma Annie told me outside the south door of the Abbey, showing me where the queen had stood.

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The Norman West door

So, although I had been inside the church before that was more than forty years ago and I knew little of what to expect. The exterior I knew well by sight, but again, I’d had insufficient knowledge to form any understanding of it back then. Seeing its beauty was enough for the youngster. Coming back armed with greater knowledge to something I had thought familiar was an object lesson in the errors of preconception and a graphic reminder that the more knowledge we bring to anything we do, the wider the gates of understanding will stand open to allow us to pass within.

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The Big Picture (2) : a portrait of the arche ~ Steve Tanham

If we’re going to set off in search of the spiritual – as seen in humanity’s ‘internal pictures’, we need to have a more modern definition of what the ‘spiritual’ actually is…

Imagine we are reading a paragraph in an absorbing book – something like the image below. Normally, our brains would assemble a sequential stream of characters into recognised words, then meaning. The meaning would be gradually tuned as we read into the context of the whole.

Clever stuff… Our minds equip us well to interact with the information sources in our world – some of which could kill us, if wrongly interpreted: think of a traffic crossing. We have a life-imperative to protect our organic existence, but it does not mean that, beyond the needs and duties of this lifetime, it was ever truly our home.

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Anomalies…

colours

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In the Land of the Living Heart, Angus was playing ball.

The sphere of light span and soared in and around and about his aura, as he juggled, and laughed… like tiny bells, chiming.

Just then, the Dagda went by, enveloped in cloud…

He stopped frowning when he saw Angus, “On my head, son!” he said.

With a flick of his fore-finger Angus propelled the sphere of light towards the Dagda who rose, majestically, through the air… and missed it!

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mountain’s only child ~ #writephoto

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returning to climb
high on a lung of thin air
~ mountain’s only child

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Mindfills …a haiku written only for

Celebrating the return of Sue Vincent’s #writephoto – prompt word – return

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Doors of Conception…

“Excuse me…”

I woke up and looked at the walking stick  insistently tapping my boot, then up at the black face in the sun, and shaded my eyes…

“…Do you want to be human?”

The voice was young, but also insistent. The black face in the sun had spiky hair.

“…thought I was human.”

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Thursday Photo Prompt- Return # WritePhoto

The first entry of a new round of the #writephoto prompt ….

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Sue Vincent is the host of Thursday Photo Prompt

This week’s prompt ~ Return

For visually challenged writers, the image shows a solitary figure on a rocky ledge, holding a staff and silhouetted against a pale sky.

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“I am back”,

he said with a beaming smile as he surveyed the valley below. The sky was just lightning up as the sun was rising. The flowers were waking up with the dewdrop acting like an elixir to jolt them from their dreams.

What a wonderful feeling it was to come back. The home was what he had been missing when he roamed the world in search of his truths. But now he realized that the biggest truth lied here, in his heart. He had to face the realities of his self to find himself.

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Thursday photo prompt: Returning #writephoto

Welcome to the new #writephoto prompt!

For five years, we did not miss a beat, and every week the stories, poems and artwork flew in to be shared here as part of the weekly photo prompt challenge.

That unbroken series of posts came to a halt when I fell seriously ill and felt that I could no longer commit to collating, reblogging and commenting on the very many posts that came in each week.

However, the prompt has been missed and many people have asked if we could start it again, but with a few small differences, in case I am not well enough to set up reblogs and round-up posts.

I can only say, well, okay, let’s see how it goes…

So… with a few small differences, we are back…

Each week, on a Thursday morning, I will post a photograph from my archive along with a prompt word.

Use the image and prompt as inspiration to create a post on your own blog… poetry, prose, humour… light or dark, whatever you choose, as long as it is fairly family-friendly.

Please LINK BACK to this post, by leaving the URL of your post in the comments so that I know you have posted and so that others can find your work.

Please click their links to visit the blogs of other contributors and take time to read and comment on their work.

The prompt runs from Thursday to Tuesday each week, so please submit your link by midnight (GMT) the following Tuesday (26th January).

Use the #writephoto hashtag in your title so your posts can be found across social media.

There is no word limit and no style requirements, except that your post must take inspiration from the image and/or the prompt word given in the title of this post.

Feel free to use #writephoto logo or include the prompt photo in your post if you wish, or you may replace it with one of your own to illustrate your work.

What’s different?

Not much… Depending upon how I am feeling, I will still reblog some of the posts as they come in, though not as many as before and I will try to maintain a round-up post each week in which I will share a little bit about the previous week’s prompt, though this is the bit with which time and health may interfere, so please ensure you leave your link in the comments!

Regular contributors are also still welcome to come over as my guest and introduce themselves (click here for details).

Please note: As I do not share my political opinions on this blog, please do not use the challenge as a platform from which to share yours. Party political or racially offensive posts will not be reblogged and links will be deleted.

This week’s prompt ~ Return

 

For visually challenged writers, the image shows a solitary figure on a rocky ledge, holding a staff and silhouetted against a pale sky.

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