I had an odd and unexpected encounter today. One of those chance meetings that seem small and unimportant yet which leave a mark deeper than we realise at the time.
Author: Sue Vincent
Sue Vincent was a Yorkshire born writer, esoteric teacher and a Director of The Silent Eye. She was immersed in the Mysteries all her life. Sue maintained a popular blog and is co-author of The Mystical Hexagram with Dr G.M.Vasey. Sue lived in Buckinghamshire, having been stranded there due to an accident with a blindfold, a pin and a map. She had a lasting love-affair with the landscape of Albion, the hidden country of the heart. Sue passed into spirit at the end of March 2021.
Mist on the MoorsMist on the Moors
… We met up with author and blogger Graeme Cumming and his partner for another wander over the moors. We followed a path that leads from a place of hoary
A rift in realityA rift in reality
We were up at the crack of dawn, not because there had been too much wine the night before, which might have been expected during an evening in an Italian
Petals of the RosePetals of the Rose
* Close your eyes, relax and prepare for an inner journey, breathing deeply and easily. You stand on a green mound by a sunlit sea. Far below you is a
Water babiesWater babies
Angel fish was in his accustomed place where he waits every morning, knowing that as soon as I have opened the doors for the dog, he will be fed. Ani
A Journey at SolsticeA Journey at Solstice
I wrote this a few years ago after a journey through the English countryside one Solstice. As the vernal equinox marks the turning of the year once again, I thought
A Walk in the Woods…A Walk in the Woods…
From the Derwent Dam we walked a little further down the long, narrow valley to the lower reservoir. The river still flows, mingling with the waters that flooded the valley
A place of peaceA place of peace
We had met for lunch and to discuss School business as usual, then, with the afternoon ahead of us and the weather clearing, we took a walk through the wooded
Leaf and Flame – Trust and honourLeaf and Flame – Trust and honour
From Leaf and Flame – 2016… The Saturday night ritual drama saw Gawain taken to meet his fate. The Green Knight waited in the Green Chapel to return the blow
At ease…At ease…
Rest and sleep have been limited lately, with Nick’s adventures requiring so much time and attention. But today, I had a day off. You may think, ‘aww… that’s nice.‘ Not
Babel-fish wantedBabel-fish wanted
I had to post the picture of the dragon… you’d all run away if you thought I was going to write about fish again… and I’m not. Not exactly. Well,
Taking the slow road northTaking the slow road north
On Thursday I drove north in sunshine. The hedgerows are fuzzed with the first tender, tentative leaves. Catkins sway in the breeze and even the untended verges beside the road
Thursday in the northThursday in the north
Thursday dawned hopefully over Derbyshire. It was the day of our monthly meeting so we headed out for Great Hucklow, where our party converged from various directions on the Queen
GoliathGoliath
Image source: Linkedin * It has been a lousy weekend. How’s that for a start to a cold, wet Monday? The wind demolished the fence and it is now beyond
An open mindAn open mind
* “You’ve got problems, you know that?” I just looked at him… the usual answer was superfluous; he knows it well enough by now. “I was just thinking those exact
A spiritual ostrichA spiritual ostrich
There was an idea that has had me playing around with a digital painting programme. It also got me thinking. So, last night I toyed with an image from the
Petals, wood and stonePetals, wood and stone
Friday the four of us met as usual at the Queen Anne in Great Hucklow for lunch and business before the evening’s meeting. It was a damp day, not particularly
Gardening…?Gardening…?
The honeysuckle hedge has got a little overgrown, The roses have gone loopy and the lawn has not been mown, Valerian is sprouting out of every nook and cranny… And
A misbehaving mindA misbehaving mind
“Susan…” I was never called Susan. Except when I was in trouble. I looked up; Miss Bedford, blue eyes wide under raised brows, looked down with a severity belied by
Wells…Wells…
It is a goodly while since I was last at Wells Cathedral in Somerset. Three years, when I think…Back then I took fewer photographs…though my friend still commented upon quite
EdensorEdensor
Where were we, before time and other concerns overtook me? I was sharing the weekend in the north… the one with all the heather in bloom. We had found a
Bolsover CastleBolsover Castle
Should you take the M1 motorway north, you might glance over to the right, somewhere around Chesterfield, and see a castle on the hilltop. For me it has always been
One step…One step…
I was going through the files and came across a picture… which inevitably sets off a chain reaction… We never really know where the road is going to lead us
Turn of the wheelTurn of the wheel
The car pulled out in front of me and stood out from the rest of the traffic like the proverbial sore thumb. I followed it up the long road towards
Curried garlicCurried garlic
I recoiled as I opened the door. There had, quite apparently, been garlic the night before. Lots of garlic. Evidently in curry. And there can be few things worse than