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Wishing

March 6, 2021March 5, 2021 Sue Vincent

I close my eyes

And the wind in the trees

Sounds like the sea.

Valleys have held me too long

Smothered by manicured fields

And anonymous houses.

My soul craves the high place

Of childhood and memory;

Last year’s bracken

And tomorrow’s heather,

The chatter of a pure stream

And the graven rocks

Hanging from an iron sky.

And the sea..

Heart-beat of earth,

Mirroring the heavens,

Shifting like the wind

That sings in the trees.

Published by 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. View all posts by Sue Vincent

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Mary Smith says:

March 6, 2021 at 3:48 pm

I really get this, Sue, and wish with all my heart you can make it there one last time.

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1. Sue Vincent says:
  
  March 6, 2021 at 5:13 pm
  
  I wish… but I can’t see it hapening at the moment with all the restrictions and the best part of five hours of motorway each way…
  I can dream though.
  
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  1. Mary Smith says:
    
    March 6, 2021 at 7:12 pm
    
    And I can make ridiculous plans and plots to get you there:)
    
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    1. Sue Vincent says:
      
      March 6, 2021 at 7:54 pm
      
      Me too, Mary 😀
      
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