The Giant’s Tale

Originally posted on Sue Vincent's Daily Echo:
Throughout the books written with Stuart France many stories are woven. This is another of those tales that is woven through the Doomsday series… and one of those upon which we drew for the Feathered Seer workshop. It is a retelling of a folk tale, related to…

The Drum’s Song

Originally posted on Chronicles of an Orange-Haired Woman!:
The drum called, its stick an instant friend in my hand, unexpected tingle of familiarity up my right arm. I knew the figure crouched at my left, bright streams of Sun colour a solar-fall down the cloak of pure gold. I recognised the tall shadow of the…

Storm front #Haiku

Layered gold through sky Caught in swirling black of dusk Displays creation’s laws ©Stephen Tanham

State of Nations…

Originally posted on Stuart France:
* If a nation Fails to stand In right relation To its stories… * Then it also Fails to stand In right relation To its life. – Count Jack Black

Alternate Realities

Originally posted on The Silent Eye:
We have a pretty good idea what reality is, don’t we? It’s something that relates to what we already know. It follows the same behaviour, roughly, each time it happens. It has a familiar ring to it. If I were to get into my neighbour’s new car, and it…

The Feathered Seer- On the road

Originally posted on Sue Vincent's Daily Echo:
And so it begins. Today, after a final flurry of activity, I will head north after work with the car loaded with everything but the kitchen sink, for The Feathered Seer. Hopefully the car will behave and I’ll get there… though at least there is not as…

Field of Sheaves V…

Originally posted on Stuart France:
* ‘No… They burned the keepers…the practitioners…they were too old to flee with the rest.’ ‘The lore perished?’ ‘There was a young one…also a keeper’ ‘This is before the Romans right?’ ‘Oh way… way… way before…’ ‘How did they generate so much heat?’ ‘Wood-lore…and oils… tree resins.’ ‘They burned their…

Sing to Me of Yearning and Loss: Spirit of Love

Originally posted on strangegoingsonintheshed:
Image: Pixabay  “Sing to me of yearning and loss. Bring my heart to life. Let me feel the passion of her kiss and agony of her death” he commands. Yet, does he want to be reminded of his loss? The musicians stare at the archaic god, one whose voice and musicianship…

Luna

Originally posted on Sue Vincent's Daily Echo:
Between dusk and dawn Breezes murmur in secret shade Winding sweet harmony Through ancient earth’s Wild sanctuary. Forests rain roses And night is beautiful Beneath a soft, sacred moon. Shining light on love, You give me life. ?

The Flowers of Mistrust – #Silenti

We live, increasingly, in an age of mistrust. It can be seen as cool, savvy, to doubt what we hear–an expectation of deceit in the ‘other’, as though trust belonged to the infant’s playground; something to be outgrown in the face of maturity in the world and in life. As ‘humanity’, if such a concept…

Summer Gold

Summer struggles into Life So many leaves to feed Through soil still cold and branches bare She fructifies their need ⦿ Her power is fullness, often missed Rotation is her pride But neither spring nor golden fade Describe her yearly tide ⦿ A human barefoot on a beach The water briefly kisses He smiles – high…