Spirals of Time #Writephoto
This is the kind of writing I love that has magic, romance, ghosts, and mystery.
photo by Sue Vincent
I’ve always known I would travel here, to the heathered moors and verdant hills, to wander narrow roadways past stone cottages with views of the cold northern sea. Perhaps it was the Brontes or Hardy who first entranced me with the raw emotion that seems embedded in the very soil, that sweeps through castle ruins and keens across ancient cairns and holy places.
I couldn’t quite put my finger on the pulse of my yearning. But after my accident, I chose to wait no more.
The stone chapel was once part of a larger manor. It’s a quaint place of colored glass and worn reliefs, of strange carvings above its arched doorway. But also a place of layered faiths and archaic mysteries, imbued with ghosts of the past like a spiritual lodestone. I can no more ignore it than deny my heart to beat.
The day…
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