Daily Archives: July 10, 2017




“So, how long is a stretch?”

“Long as a piece of string, I guess.”

“Sorry, that’s the wrong question.”

“And the correct question is?”

“Give me a second, okay, got it. How old is a stretch?”

“You may need to elaborate.”

“Sometimes, when I’m lying in bed…”

“Do we need to know this?”

“Yes, it’s important… sometimes, when I’m lying in bed just before going to sleep… I stretch, and turn, and curl up into the foetal position… and go out like a light.”

“Ah, well in that case, a stretch is probably older than mankind itself.”

“Told you it was important.”

“I’m waiting…”

“Oh, I see… how old is that?”




A Bibliomantic Tale VIII…

The Silent Eye


Pennant Valley


A slight change to the Sunday Morning plans means that there are two readings for one location this time.



Pages Two-One-One and Two-One-Two

No 4 (Light)

‘The profoundest disclosure in the religious experience is the awareness that the individual is not alone. What he discovers as being true and valid for himself must at last be a universal experience or else it ultimately loses all of its personal significance. His experience is personal, private, but in no sense exclusive. All of the vision of God and holiness which he experiences, he must achieve in the context of the social situation by which his day-by-day life is defined. What is disclosed in this religious experience, he must define in his community.’

– Howard Thurman



No 5 (Dark)

‘Jesus rests his case for the ultimate significance of his life on the love ethic. Love…

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Finding Magic in the Land: Mt. Cardigan – by Alethea Kehas

Sue Vincent's Daily Echo

At the ancient stone circles in the United Kingdom, the shape of the stones often mirrors the surrounding land. It’s both awe-inspiring and eerie. The magic held inside the sacred structures, which extend far, far beyond the more widely visited circles, is quite something to behold. I have written of this before in posts that speak of the magic, and also of the deep longing and sense of home I feel in these sacred places. Living in New Hampshire, where the land, itself, is no less ancient, but the magic has always felt more illusive and gentle, at best, I have recently made a vow with myself to find it. It seems necessary, vital almost.

A couple of weeks ago, I hiked Mt. Cardigan with a friend of mine. Being a long distance runner, who regularly runs 50 miles through mountainous terrain for pleasure, she does not adhere to a…

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