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#Through the Portal Stones

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She was on no path she had seen before

When she left the shelter of the trees

And saw on the crest of the tor

A giant circle of standing stones

Her feet carried her forwards

Closer still to the circle of stones

A fey energy she felt as she neared them

And she felt the hair on her body

Stand straight and stiff from some strange force

Yet her feet took her inexorably onwards

Until in the centre of the circle she stopped

Engulfed in an incredible feeling of peace

Of ages long gone and questions of possibility

All thought and feeling fled

As the silence of the countryside was broken

By strange noises all around her

Of men shouting and others whispering quietly

She knew not if her pursuers had found her

Voices seeming to call just beside her ear

Stumbling as she looked around in the mist

Stumbling, she flung her hand out to stop falling

Instead her hand struck the standing stone

Light flashed and sudden darkness engulfed her

The stones were still in front of her

Yet the sounds of people moving silently surrounded her

More voices she now heard calling

Deep, gruff and quietly fierce

She stumbled again unbalanced

Brought up short by the prick of a knife

Held quickly up to her throat

Men, wild of hair and beard

Dressed in ragged and dirty clothes like kilts

Seemed to whirl around her with smooth Scottish lilts

As they began to hustle her away from the stones

She struggled, and opened her mouth

To scream aloud her protest

But the hand over her face

Cut off sound and most of her breath

Fearing to be left to rot

Her throat cut from ear to ear

She stumbled on the uneven ground

Loose from her captor she whirled aside

Turning back towards the circle once more

Seconds flew past like mid summers day

An age for each short moment of time

She reached the portal and ran through

Looking back to see if she was followed

She saw the flame haired giant with eyes of sapphire

Brilliantly blue in the mist staring into her heart

He seemed to be a part of her in some strange way

Lovers from another day?

#Through th Portal Stones

Mist on the Standing Stones

The magic of the stones continues.

 

Blessings, Susan ♥

© Susan Jamieson, August 2014

 

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#TheBlogThatWasn't

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“In all the frustration and confusion of life, just take a moment and smile; everything will work out for the best”- Unknown author
~

Three hours ago I started a blog. It doesn’t take that long to get it written, proofed and scheduled for publishing. So what happened tonight to cause this huge delay? Why, none other than the new computer. It’s probably just as well that it is impossible to strangle a computer, although I’m sure it could be a reasonably good flying object. ……

”Excuse me Ma’am, but did you just witness an unidentified flying object travelling past your living room window?”

Reply: “Umm, err, well, no not really. There was a flicker at the corner of my eye, but I really couldn’t tell you what it was.”

No, of course not. Who would want to admit that it was a low flying computer flung with great venom for failing to supply – a connection to the internet!

I have been known to be guilty of impatience. I have been known to occasionally have a little flash of temper if things go awry too often. I can sulk like the best if the occasion warrants it, but there is something about a computer that refuses to connect to the internet which can make my blood boil. After all, that’s what the wretched thing has been designed to do. It is no longer a glorified typewriter, although I have to admit I wouldn’t mind a simple typewriter occasionally.  But this is a “state of the art” new computer, with all the added gadgets and gee gaws some computer nerdy person has been able to think up. It is its prime purpose, to connect the unwary to the internet, to be embroiled in heated debate over the merits of light or dark chocolate.

It has even been known to waste time by ensnaring the unwary into political rambunctious behaviour which frequently ends in persons being ejected from certain ‘prestigious’ groups. It hasn’t yet been accused of causing a gun fight at dawn or pistols at six paces and I’m sure that given time we’ll see the computer equivalent. If I look, and I’m sure not very hard, I’ll find games somewhere that will allow me to do just that.

However, if I can’t connect to the internet and do what must be done or what I want to do, then the very least it can offer me is the chance to say, “Beam me up Scotty”. Then I can away to a distant galaxy where no-one needs to do the washing or the ironing and no-one ever seems to get dirty or have showers, although now that I think about it, I’m sure I saw someone on Star Trek with a strategically draped towel at one stage. I’m not certain which “star date” they’re in at present.

Perhaps even better would be a hypnotic whirling light which transports me through a magical time warp to the Scottish highlands in the seventeenth century for a romp through the heather. Although that may not be such a good idea. I have a notion I may have read that women were supposed to be quiet back in those days and that would be a cruel and unusual punishment.

Aha! I knew this would happen. After finally giving up the idea of being able to get my planned blog done and amusing myself with some light hearted rambling, my computer has decided to play with me after all. Connection achieved. A satisfied smile lingers briefly around my mouth but it’s far too late. I’m tired and I need my sleep if I want to regain my health and sanity. Well, one out of three isn’t such a bad deal, is it?

#TheBlogThatWasn't

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I’ll keep my health and sanity for tonight, and the computer can retain its connection to itself until tomorrow, when I will give it a strong talking to in the vain hope that it has gained some ‘artificial intelligence’ overnight, and we can achieve a suitable working relationship. Harmony reigns supreme for the time being.

Good night all, or Good day. Perhaps a simple, enjoy yourself now, whatever takes your fancy. The serious Susan will return tomorrow for her scheduled blogging.

“Do not spoil what you have by desiring what you have not; remember that what you now have was once among the things you only hoped for.”
Epicurus

Blessings, Susan ♥

© Susan Jamieson 2014

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