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Tag Archives: self
The Big Picture (4) : a kind of hammer ~ Steve Tanham
As children, we lose ourselves in play and the toys or games that give the play structure: a skipping rope, chalk to mark out a court, balls to kick and control… perhaps, now, a computer to enter a virtual world. … Continue reading
Heal #midnighthaiku
Healing from without Magical remedies sought Wishes in the wind * Embracing what is Without blame or bitterness Healing from within *
Harbinger ~ Bobby Fairfield #writephoto
The villagers hated to see the magpie who nested in the old elm tree. To them it seemed the bird had been sitting up there forever, with it’s mocking call and loud chattering every time any one passed by. It … Continue reading
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Tagged Inspired, Old knowledge, Rural life, self
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Shine…
Have you ever thought how fragmented we are most of the time? Bits of our attention are given or called here and there, certain of our skills and talents required but seldom more than that. If I am asked to … Continue reading
Glimpsed ~ Jan Malique
Reblogged from strangegoingsonintheshed: Image: Jan Malique “Someday, somewhere – anywhere, unfailingly, you’ll find yourself, and that, and only that, can be the happiest or bitterest hour of your life.” ― Pablo Neruda Pablo Neruda was a keen observer of human … Continue reading
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Tagged darkness, emotions, light, loss, Pablo Neruda, Regeneration, self, Self realisation
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Man of Honour ~ Bobby Fairfield #writephoto
I had never been to St. julians in Bardington. It was a red sandstone parish church with what appeared to be a tower which may have dated from Norman times. I entered the church and was immediately struck by the … Continue reading
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Tagged As you read it, faith, flash fiction, self, villanelle
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Cave Dweller – Wallie’s Wentletrap #writephoto
When Annie was little, she had liked to watch the cave from the outskirts of the village. She imagined that a troll lived there, or an ogre, with the bones of its victims scattered around the floor. Then she imagined … Continue reading
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Tagged adventure, dreams, flash fiction, inspiration, Life, personal, romance, self
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Arch – Bob Fairfield #writephoto
Bare walls where once pictures gazed down and smiled content in their task, ransacked, the gospels in the glass now gone the sins of the world, through the arch revealed let in with the cold of despair Source: Bob Fairfield
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Tagged alternative history, faith, history, self
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The secret of success – Bobby Fairfield #writephoto
As I was cycling out of the village I couldn’t help but notice a little thatched cottage. Around the doorway and windows there bloomed a delightful rambling rose of deepest crimson. A woman was standing in the garden, a pair … Continue reading
