Field of dreams..?


The Silent Eye

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Long, long ago, when the world was still young and I was younger still, I moved into a house with a garden. It wasn’t much of a garden, long-deserted, overgrown and gone to seed, but my mind painted it in rainbows. Since getting married, we had lived in a flat and a ‘street house’ that opened straight onto the pavement. My only forays into gardening had been herbs on the kitchen windowsill. It was the first time I’d had a garden of my very own, though there had usually been one at my parent’s home and my grandparents’ long-established gardens were places of magic and mystery.

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It is odd to think that although I remember every home I have lived in very well, as well as those of my grandparents,  I remember the gardens better. I have but the vaguest of memories of my father’s family home. We probably did…

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So …Here’s The News!

Glad to hear it doing wll Gail, best of luck.

jennie orbell

Hi All

So …as promised in my last post, some exciting news to share with you all …and I want to share it herefirst because, in a way, it is all down to you guys. Why? Because you have read, supported, liked, and commented on this blog for the last (almost) 3 years and because of you lovely people making it ‘popular’ it has now been published (U P Publications) in eBook and paperback.

To be honest I am more than a little surprised that anyone ever wanted to read my ramblings. After all, what it so interesting about my little life? A life filled with shouting at Richard, picking up chicken pooh and rescuing frogs, baby birds, spiders, bumble bees and worms from Chea?

‘Two Chucks And A Tabby Cat – Book One’ starts at the beginning of the blog, in 2012, at the time when Chea arrived…

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Feeding the imagination

Such explorations can be and are, very helpful in this mundne wold we are now a part of. Thank you Sue.

The Silent Eye

“We were not Gods, but were of God, the strands of our existence
not yet teased apart by Becoming, our function not yet defined.”

So much for a Saturday evening… the night of the week most folk sit relaxing by the hearth or meet with friends. Me? I was taking dictation from a Goddess…or that was what it felt like as I wrote.

I had done plenty of research, burying myself under a small mountain of respectable tomes to remind me of the details of the great story I was working with as I wrote The Osiriad. The names on the spines… Budge, Spence and Frazer, Iamblichus and Herodotus… suggested that ancient Egypt had something to do with the whole process, as would the printed papyri that littered the table. I had been feeding my imagination on tales of Egypt for years.

“There was a time we did not…

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No time at all

Glorious light.

The Silent Eye


What colour is the sky?

I watched the sun go down tonight from the roadside. For once, the camera had not come with me… I was just driving to the shop and didn’t pick it up. Even so, I cursed myself for leaving the camera as I saw the huge, golden orb shot with crimson reflected in the rear view mirror. Too late to turn and go back, the sun would have gone by then… but maybe, just maybe, I would be home in time…

No. Halfway home it was evident I wouldn’t make it, so, camera or not, I pulled over to watch the setting glory of a summer’s day.

It took only a couple of minutes for the last of the blue to fade through a rainbow of colour to a molten sky, aflame against the silhouetted trees. Almost as if the sky was clothed in the colours…

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Second July Blog.

Second July Blog.

Exploration of the Soul.

Where is the wind that blows in the mind?
Where does the soul reside?
What do we know of time infinite?
Why, when sought, do we hide?

Seeking love’s dream leaves an ache in the heart.
Searching through time in repose,
Listening to voices that speak now and then,
Catching streamers meandering close.

Speaking of hearts where passion then seeks
A lover, who opens your soul,
Clings to the innermost feelings deep down,
Like the crumbs in an empty bowl.

Hunting a soul mate, on Earth’s lonely plain,
Gathering strange beasts in a cage,
Setting them free, realising the hurt
When they burden our core with their rage.

When Gods rain passion down on our souls,
We scream and bow down in despair,
Searching the cavernous realms of beyond,
Finding peace and content unaware.

So we look on, unfocused, afeared,
Trying our hardest to find
Peace and tranquility with someone to love,
A soul mate to cushion the mind.

Copyright. Evelyn J. Steward. July, 2017.


(Photo:-Many years ago now, 1987, before I lost them both.)



Recently sitting in the entrance of an out-patients department at a local hospital, made me think.

People coming in and going out are a sight to behold. Some striding purposefully, others with canes or little trollies to help them walk, slowly. In, out, talking, silent! Worth pondering on.

I thought about what their lives might be. What they do/once did for a living? Where they come from? Starting to think about stories behind their personas!

One gentleman, very tall, came in, went to reception and very quickly returned towards the doorway and, seeing me with an empty coffee cup in my hand asked, would I like it put in the bin. My reply was how kind and thank you, very much. Some manners still abound, it would seem.

Perhaps people are more aware in such places? Though, it has to be said, some are so engrossed in their health problems or those of people they accompany that they fail to see others with problems that may need a touch of kindness. But I suppose we all do that from time to time. More engrossed in our own problems, than seeing others in difficulty.

Not me, I was not really worried about divesting myself of an encumbent, such as a empty coffee cup. Was just holding on to the cup until I could get up and bin it myself, about five steps across the hallway. Though kindness never goes amiss.

At least I had time to purchase a cup of coffee. And here was a probllem. I had NO IDEA that the old £5 notes were no longer LEGAL TENDER! When did that happen?
The lady at the counter brought my fiver back saying she could not accept it!
Luckily I had a tenner with me. O.K. So when are they changing the £10 nots to ‘plastic’ ones then? I hope they let us know, because I missed it with the
£5 notes!!!!!!!!

Now I have to go down to my bank, which is not going to be easy, to hopefully get it changed to a new ‘plastic’ note. Luckily, I do have something to pay in, two birds, and all that! But still, not an easy task. Not these days.

So, at some point in time I will mull on these thoughts further. It was just an observance, more to pass unused time, more than anything else.

So take care, my friends, until next time.


This entry was posted on July 30, 2017. 6 Comments



Sue Vincent's Daily Echo

“Just how old are you?”
Although youth has long died,
“As young as the moment,”
My body replied.
“If I want to play out
In the sun, or climb trees,
Run laughing through dewdrops,
…I’ll do as I please.
I have a few wrinkles,
My hair’s going grey…
Inside I’m a child
And I still need to play.”

“Just how old are you then?”
My body asked mind,
“As old as conception,
Just think and you’ll find
I’ve been here all along,
In your cells and your brain,
Learning forever and seeking to gain
From experience, wisdom
That I can impart…
But perhaps we should ask
Just how old is the heart?”

“Just how old are you?”
Said the heart, “Here’s the deal…
I’m living two lives,
One to beat, one to feel.”
To the body, heart answered,
“My beating is yours.”
To the mind it replied,
“When you feel…

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