Now
I am not the ‘I’ I was, Nor the ‘I’ I shall become, I am, Now, Present, Only in this moment.
View ArticleA summer night
The dog is laying at the door I can’t blame her at all… It’s hot tonight and thunder flies Are covering the wall. She’s wearing fur, I can’t complain I’m robed in flimsy stuff This little scrap of...
View ArticleRhymes
Ten verses have slipped from the keys this morning… and I curse I’ve got into the poet mode, and even think in verse! I’ve written of the landscape and the stories on the wall, Of painted windows,...
View ArticleThe Ache
My friend and co-author of The Mystical Hexagram, Gary Vasey, published this beautiful piece on his website today. I asked his permission to share it here. This inner longing It rises sharply curling,...
View ArticleThe Initiate : First Review :-)
A Beautifully Unique Book about the Mysteries By Gary M. Vasey Firstly, this is a deeply unique book and very few analogies for it spring to mind. I like analogies, because, deep down inside, I like to...
View ArticleThe Silent Eye in Glastonbury
“Sue?” We were early, having left Buckinghamshire before six am to get to Glastonbury for the Walk and Talk event… so the windows of the bookshops had, inevitably, drawn us… “It’s the marmalade hair…”...
View ArticleThe canine diet
Its cream cheese and crackers for me and the dog, While I’m more the epicure… she’s just a hog.. I nibble quite delicately, don’t you know, She swallows the ruddy things all in one go. While I take my...
View ArticleInspiration
A blank sheet of paper… a blank screen… a blank canvas… your mission, should you choose to accept it, is to fill it. And, of course, you so chose. That’s why you are sitting there staring at it,...
View ArticleSunset
The sun set tonight. It always does. A blaze of glory in the western sky, closing the day. Did you see the flames caress the moon as she rose? Or were you sleeping, dreaming of survival. It will not...
View ArticleNotes from a small dog: Four Legs on Two
Well, everyone else seems to be at it… and certain people have kept saying the ‘p’ word… so …you can blame them. I’ve had my secretary.. well… her…working on it… and she’s all done. She needs to be...
View ArticleEastern promise
I was up and out very early yesterday . I didn’t get very far… the lane at the end of my street to be exact… before I stopped the car and got out. The sun was cresting the horizon and the view over...
View ArticleA gift in the night
I couldn’t sleep. It was one of those odd nights where the eyes were too tired to carry on reading, yet the mind too awake to sleep. I lay awake, acutely aware of my body’s presence… the silky stuff...
View ArticleNew release: The Heart of Albion
The Heart of Albion: Tales from the Wondrous Head Stuart France & Sue Vincent . “You have somehow hooked in to the land….Genius. Madness to others – genius to me.” Dr G M Vasey on The Initiate. ....
View ArticleRemember
Cold creeps in slowly, Bones, chilled and brittle Snap like twigs, Fragile and friable. Remembered warmth Turns the mind to memory; Sunlight and laughter And your hand in mine Murmuring dreams;...
View ArticleRavens
As night draws in and silence comes, the door is locked, the curtains drawn I am alone, the world recedes and sleeps until another dawn. Yet in the quiet, midnight hour with feathers soft against my...
View ArticleBedwyr’s Song
On the dark road to midnight The bard takes his rest With a song in his dream And his heart on the Quest. The hollow hills beckon, The call of the Fae… The Light in his heart burns To show him the...
View ArticleThe reluctant shopper
I don’t want to go to Tesco when it’s full of Christmas shoppers With their trollies full of goodies and the manic bargain hoppers, ‘Cause I only want the dog food and a meal or two for me… Not a...
View ArticleChristmas Eve
I’m up to my eyeballs in jelly and cream But please don’t be fooled, Things are not what they seem… The tree may be sparkly And girdled with light I’m not in the mood For this festive delight! The...
View ArticleKindle Countdown Deal… Heart of Albion
For just then Very-White was walking past the House of Congress. She was playing on her tiompan, and her sweet voice rang out; “O love that none might name, by love’s strange ways you came that love...
View ArticleWaking to love
“The Love of Souls” — 1900, by Jean Delville I have had my fair share of love letters in my time. Possibly more than my fair share, not that I would complain. There is something timeless and special...
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