I love the old stories, the legends and lays of ancient times when the world, from our vantage point, seemed both a more innocent and more magical place, where the impossible walked hand in hand with the improbable and where worlds seemed interwoven through the warp and weft of reality.
The tales tell of monsters and battles, quests and fair maidens, intrigue and magic. At least on one level. It is possible to hear in them still the crackle of the fire and the cadence of the bard holding spellbound an audience. Yet to listen to these stories in the silence of the heart is to realise how much they hold. In storytelling there is a perfect way to commit history to memory, to teach of new advances and preserve old lore, to guide the heart and mind through the hidden valleys of wisdom and show not only a way…
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Thanks for sharing, Alethea… 😉
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My pleasure, Stuart 🙂
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Thank you for sharing, Alethea x
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Happy to do so ❤
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❤
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Miss you all! I visited a dragon the other day 😉 Will likely blog about it soon…wish I could have taken an aerial photo of the mountain. I’m sure you and Stuart would see it. Maybe I can find one online…
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Ooh… I hope you can find one 🙂
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🙂
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