Tag Archives: psychology

North-easterly: A Final Grace

“…Manifest thy light for my regeneration, and let the breadth, height, fullness and crown of the solar radiance appear, and may the within shine forth!” Abbe de Villars, ‘The Comte de Gabalis’ “We’ve just got to the top of the … Continue reading

Posted in Ancestors, Ancient sites, Photography, The Silent Eye | Tagged , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , | 9 Comments

Lyricist…

Turisaz * …Merlin was still lamenting his plight; ‘How does it happen that the seasons are so different? Spring provides leaves and flowers, Summer gives crops, Autumn ripe apples, but then Winter’s ice wastes all! O, that there were no … Continue reading

Posted in albion, Art, Stuart France, symbolism | Tagged , , , , , | Leave a comment

First Things First…

* ‘…In the Golden Book of the Golden Game a Golden Angel wrote my name…’ We wish to speak now of a curious incident in which we were involved and which is not wholly unlike some of the legends so … Continue reading

Posted in Books | Tagged , , , , , , , | Leave a comment

Encryption…

* Now they had unleashed the hounds the outcome of the chase was inevitable. One shard of memory alone held hope… Slipping into the museum without paying could only encourage capture… The dark arches spoke of deep secrets too arcane … Continue reading

Posted in albion, Ancient sites, Books, Don and Wen | Tagged , , , , , , , , | Leave a comment

Solent Sheen…

* Darkness is not Nasty. Darkness knows no Spite. Earth’s shadow is Natural As a Day’s sun birthed from Night. * Reblogged from France & Vincent

Posted in Photography, Poetry | Tagged , , , , , , | Leave a comment

Ambushed by Stone…

* Not content with capturing one rather large stone circle, under rapidly darkening skies, we set off in pursuit of another. Which was a mistake. For one thing, we got lost… * * And then we ran into this motley … Continue reading

Posted in Ancestors, Ancient sites, The Silent Eye | Tagged , , , , , , | Leave a comment

The Lord of all Proud Beasts…

* His skin is hard as rock. His heart huge as a boulder. His belly thick with spikes. * His eyes glow like dawn. He sneezes and lightnings flash. Flames leap from his mouth. * Continue reading at France & … Continue reading

Posted in Art, Mythology, Poetry, symbolism | Tagged , , , | Leave a comment

…not as we know it. ~ Stuart France

* …Moments later the bars of blue light shimmered into three tightly clad figures. Kirk, glanced expectantly around the room and sighed. Spock arched a well manicured eye-brow skyward. “An empty writing room,” pronounced Sulu, somewhat redundantly. Kirk’s hand held … Continue reading

Posted in Photography | Tagged , , , , , , , , , , | Leave a comment

Siesta…

* Sweating hours. Quiescence lies like a crime. * The crack of dry twigs underfoot… startles! A tumultuous green-flash of thumping rampage. Dog legs. Baboon haunches. A luminous ankh arrows away. A way out to tree-stump. Continue reading at France … Continue reading

Posted in Photography, Poetry, Stuart France and Sue Vincent, The Silent Eye | Tagged , , , , , | Leave a comment

A Big Top…

* The Circus Clown Encircles us His made up  face And painted on Smile belies An origin Not thought Much less sought From a world inanimate. * Continue reading at France & Vincent

Posted in Photography, Poetry | Tagged , , , | Leave a comment