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The Triad of Albion- The Doomsday Series
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By Sue Vincent
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- Discovering Albion – day 10: Selby Abbey – Royalty and the American Flag
- The Prisoner…
- Shadow Play…
- The world afterwards ~ Jane Dougherty #writephoto
- Finding Don and Wen ~ Stuart France and Sue Vincent
- Awakening #midnighthaiku
- Lone in Dawn’s Silence ~ Goff James #writephoto
- Roberta Eaton reviews Ghostly Interference and Brazos Wind by Jan Sikes
- Discovering Albion – day 10: Selby Abbey – Interwoven Threads
- A Prevailing View
- Pipe Dream…
- The Prodigal Son ~ Fandango #writephoto
- Missing the point
- Choose #midnighthaiku
- Return #writephoto ~ Of Glass and Paper
- Podcast: Creating A Silent Space: G. Michael Vasey interviews Michael Coleman
- Discovering Albion – day 10: Selby Abbey ~ Dignity and Memories
- The Big Picture (2) : a portrait of the arche ~ Steve Tanham
- Anomalies…
- mountain’s only child ~ #writephoto
Tag Archives: nature
Pure #midnighthaiku
Clean or destructive Water finds its own level Always pure at heart
Bittersweet
The misty dawn blushed a soft, rosy pink, probably embarrassed by the number of clichés it was inviting. It had begun with a delicate glow, suffusing the rising mist with gold as I shivered on the doorstep, then painted the … Continue reading
Posted in consciousness, Life, Love, Photography, symbolism, The Silent Eye
Tagged contrast, frost, nature, Photography, winter
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Magical mornings
It was a luminous dawn, the world blanketed in a thick cocoon of frost against the darkness and silence of a newborn morning. The sun rose, pale and gold, strewing a million diamonds on the tarmac path; setting a fire … Continue reading
Posted in earth, England, Landscape
Tagged consciousness, frost, nature, Photography, spiritual journey, spirituality, symbolism, winter
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Deepest Night~ Steve Tanham
We are creatures of cycles; the smaller fitting within the increasingly larger. We may have little conception of the very largest, but the effects of that level of creation trickle down to remind us of our true natures… (750 words, … Continue reading
Tinctures of Time…
* It may be that the seed is the end-game of the tree? * … Else, how does the seed know what the tree should look like? * Continue reading at France and Vincent
Posted in alchemy, Art, Photography, Stuart France
Tagged landscape, magic, nature, Poetry, writing
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Discovering Albion- Day 1: Deer and Stone
How long does a two and a half hour journey actually take? Well, three and a half if you go the back way and get a clear run. Four if you stop somewhere… Five if you find a good church … Continue reading
Posted in adventure, Ancient sites, Photography, scotland road trip
Tagged attention, birds, Carl Wark, Deer, invisibility, nature, red kites, Sheffield, yorkshire
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Chasing Dragons in Moravia ~ G. Michael Vasey
Reblogged from The Magical World of G. Michael Vasey: I have just completed a follow up to Chasing the Shaman that I have called Chasing Dragons in Moravia. It’s already out on Kindle and shortly, the paperback will also be … Continue reading
Watched #midnighthaiku
Nature watched us play Children of the eath and sky Kinship recognised
Twisted ~ Nick Verron #midnighthaiku
Twisted reality Infinity meanders Branching existence ( ~ Nick Verron) Mother and son, we sit in the garden with our morning coffee, waiting for the first of the workmen. We start talking about poetry… an unexpected conversation. I grab scraps … Continue reading