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Matthew Malthouse @[email protected] · 2026-09-04 · 08:09 UTC

Behind the Scenes at Soulton Hall —

James D. Wenn on the code of the hall, the old altar stone from St. Paul's Cathedral, and the resting place of the relics of St. Erkenwald.

BBC Radio Shropshire August 2026

https://youtu.be/u-iXVLSpzHs

#History #Archaeology #Symbolism

#history #archaeology #symbolism

Matthew Malthouse @calmeilles · 2026-09-04 · 08:09 UTC

Behind the Scenes at Soulton Hall —

James D. Wenn on the code of the hall, the old altar stone from St. Paul's Cathedral, and the resting place of the relics of St. Erkenwald.

BBC Radio Shropshire August 2026

https://youtu.be/u-iXVLSpzHs

#History #Archaeology #Symbolism

#history #archaeology #symbolism

Matthew Malthouse @[email protected] · 2026-09-04 · 08:09 UTC

Behind the Scenes at Soulton Hall —

James D. Wenn on the code of the hall, the old altar stone from St. Paul's Cathedral, and the resting place of the relics of St. Erkenwald.

BBC Radio Shropshire August 2026

https://youtu.be/u-iXVLSpzHs

#History #Archaeology #Symbolism

#history #archaeology #symbolism

Matthew Malthouse @[email protected] · 2026-09-04 · 08:09 UTC

Behind the Scenes at Soulton Hall —

James D. Wenn on the code of the hall, the old altar stone from St. Paul's Cathedral, and the resting place of the relics of St. Erkenwald.

BBC Radio Shropshire August 2026

https://youtu.be/u-iXVLSpzHs

#History #Archaeology #Symbolism

#symbolism #archaeology #history

Matthew Malthouse @[email protected] · 2026-09-04 · 08:09 UTC

Behind the Scenes at Soulton Hall —

James D. Wenn on the code of the hall, the old altar stone from St. Paul's Cathedral, and the resting place of the relics of St. Erkenwald.

BBC Radio Shropshire August 2026

https://youtu.be/u-iXVLSpzHs

#History #Archaeology #Symbolism

#history #archaeology #symbolism

Claudia Ciardi @[email protected] · 2026-09-03 · 14:03 UTC

Knowing sensitivity. The Faces of Sibilla ✨📖🌌

#poetry #symbolism #art #synchronicity #Sibilla #Sibyls #youtube #multimedia #youtubeshorts #healingart

https://youtube.com/shorts/JT8BzTxczAo?is=vhskYWqcfU-WBOV2

#poetry #symbolism #art #synchronicity #sibilla #sibyls

Claudia Ciardi @[email protected] · 2026-09-03 · 14:03 UTC

Knowing sensitivity. The Faces of Sibilla ✨📖🌌

#poetry #symbolism #art #synchronicity #Sibilla #Sibyls #youtube #multimedia #youtubeshorts #healingart

https://youtube.com/shorts/JT8BzTxczAo?is=vhskYWqcfU-WBOV2

#poetry #symbolism #art #synchronicity #sibilla #sibyls

Claudia Ciardi @[email protected] · 2026-09-03 · 14:03 UTC

Knowing sensitivity. The Faces of Sibilla ✨📖🌌

#poetry #symbolism #art #synchronicity #Sibilla #Sibyls #youtube #multimedia #youtubeshorts #healingart

https://youtube.com/shorts/JT8BzTxczAo?is=vhskYWqcfU-WBOV2

#poetry #symbolism #art #synchronicity #sibilla #sibyls

Claudia Ciardi @[email protected] · 2026-09-03 · 14:03 UTC

Knowing sensitivity. The Faces of Sibilla ✨📖🌌

#poetry #symbolism #art #synchronicity #Sibilla #Sibyls #youtube #multimedia #youtubeshorts #healingart

https://youtube.com/shorts/JT8BzTxczAo?is=vhskYWqcfU-WBOV2

#healingart #youtubeshorts #multimedia #youtube #sibyls #sibilla

Claudia Ciardi @[email protected] · 2026-09-03 · 14:03 UTC

Knowing sensitivity. The Faces of Sibilla ✨📖🌌

#poetry #symbolism #art #synchronicity #Sibilla #Sibyls #youtube #multimedia #youtubeshorts #healingart

https://youtube.com/shorts/JT8BzTxczAo?is=vhskYWqcfU-WBOV2

#poetry #symbolism #art #synchronicity #sibilla #sibyls

Slow Mover @[email protected] · 2026-08-28 · 14:04 UTC

Casting into Dark Waters

During this time, when I have been troubled by thoughts that lead me down shadowed pathways, when my nights have been filled with dreams that disturb even my waking hours, I have found myself standing again and again on the shores of ponds.

I cast into the dark water.

Then cast again.

And again.

Places that earlier this summer yielded fish after fish have gone strangely silent. I use the same bait. I cast into the same places. I work the shoreline where I remember the splashing, the sudden tug, the frantic reeling as something alive fought beneath the surface.

But now my line keeps returning empty.

And because my mind is already inclined toward such things, I begin to wonder whether the universe is somehow responding to the inner landscape of my disquieted soul.

I know how strange that sounds.

Perhaps the fish simply aren’t biting.

Perhaps the water has changed, the temperature shifted, the season moved almost imperceptibly onward.

And yet there are times when the world outside seems so closely joined to the world within that I cannot keep myself from wondering.

Why now?

Why the silence?

Why do the places that once seemed so abundant suddenly refuse to give anything back?

This morning I followed a friend to a pond I had not fished for many days. Earlier in the summer the surface had become so thick with algae that casting was nearly impossible. I stopped coming.

That pond had spoiled me at the beginning of the season. For a while it seemed as though wherever I cast there was a bite. Fish splashed in the shallows. The line tightened. I reeled frantically, laughing sometimes, trying to bring them safely to shore.

Abundance everywhere.

This morning, when I arrived, the algae was gone.

The water was open again.

Immediately something in me lifted.

Maybe today.

Maybe this place had been waiting.

Maybe the season of silence was ending.

I cast.

Nothing.

Again.

Nothing.

I changed directions, changed distance, worked the shoreline.

Nothing.

The same bait that once brought fish after fish came back untouched.

And once again I found myself standing there staring at the water, wondering why.

But before I reached the pond this morning, something else happened.

Driving down the dirt road, I saw a hawk sitting on a telephone line.

As I approached, it lifted itself into the air and flew away.

I don’t entirely understand what happens inside me when I see these birds. Hawks, eagles, the great winged raptors—I have encountered them at different moments of my life, and somehow they have become signs of hope to me.

Not omens exactly.

I don’t know that the universe sends hawks specifically for me.

But sometimes the heart recognizes a symbol before the mind knows what to do with it.

As that hawk lifted from the wire this morning, emotion rose unexpectedly inside me.

By the time I reached the pond, I was almost in tears.

Then I stood beside the newly cleared water and cast into it.

And caught nothing.

Still nothing.

Yet perhaps that is not the whole story of this morning.

I came looking for fish.

Perhaps what I needed was the hawk.

Perhaps I needed the moment when something resting quietly above an ordinary dirt road suddenly opened its wings and rose into the sky.

Perhaps hope does not always arrive as a tug on the line.

Sometimes the water remains silent.

Sometimes the bait comes back untouched.

Sometimes the thing we were hoping would return does not return, at least not yet.

And still something flies.

I leave the pond without a fish.

My hands smell faintly of bait and pond water. The line is reeled in. The surface closes behind my final cast as though I had never disturbed it.

But somewhere inside me there remains the image of that hawk lifting from the telephone wire.

And with it, fragile as it may be, a thought:

perhaps today is not the day when everything becomes clear.

Perhaps it is only the beginning of calm.

A small clearing of algae.

A little open water.

A winged hope rising into the morning.

A quiet, gentle place where, for a little while, my spirit might rest.

#casting #ContemplativeWriting #darkWaters #Dawn #disquietedSoul #dreams #faithAndDoubt #Fishing #fragileHope #gothicSpirituality #hawkSymbolism #Healing #innerLandscape #mentalLandscape #natureAndSpirit #peaceWithin #poeticProse #pond #signsOfHope #silence #SpiritualReflection #stillness #surrealReflection #Symbolism #wildernessSpirituality

#casting #contemplativewriting #darkwaters #dawn #disquietedsoul #dreams

Claudia Ciardi @[email protected] · 2026-08-25 · 08:10 UTC

Views from the Peak 🌄🌅🐚
Visioni dal picco

#poetry #painting #symbolism #nature #soulscapes #landscapes #stateofmind #multimedia #journeyreflection #youtube #youtubeshorts

https://youtube.com/shorts/RpR2ZNsBX0Q?is=7IzgRTkrWiOdtc6J

#poetry #painting #symbolism #nature #soulscapes #landscapes

Bytes Europe @[email protected] · 2026-08-21 · 02:48 UTC

Growing Procurement Scandal Overshadows PM Magyar’s Symbolic St Stephen’s Day https://www.byteseu.com/2293748/ #20August #AkosHadhazy #controversy #Fidesz #Hungary #NationalHoliday #PatronageNetwork #PeterMagyar #Procurement #PublicProcurement #StStephen’sDay #symbolism #tender #TiszaParty #ViktorOrban

#viktororban #tiszaparty #tender #symbolism #ststephen #publicprocurement

Hungary @[email protected] · 2026-08-20 · 19:29 UTC

Growing Procurement Scandal Overshadows PM Magyar’s Symbolic St Stephen’s Day

Péter Magyar’s first St Stephen’s Day as prime minister has been overshadowed by allegations that the company organizing…
#Hungary #HU #Europe #Europa #EU #20August #ÁkosHadházy #controversy #Fidesz #hír #hungary #Magyarország #nationalholiday #patronagenetwork #PeterMagyar #Procurement #publicprocurement #StStephen'sDay #symbolism: #tender #TiszaParty #ViktorOrbán
https://www.europesays.com/3205524/

#viktororban #tiszaparty #tender #symbolism #x27 #ststephen

People @[email protected] · 2026-08-20 · 17:20 UTC

https://www.europesays.com/people/195801/ Growing Procurement Scandal Overshadows PM Magyar’s Symbolic St Stephen’s Day #20August #ÁkosHadházy #Controversy #Fidesz #Hungary #NationalHoliday #PatronageNetwork #PeterMagyar #Procurement #PublicProcurement #StStephen'sDay #symbolism #tender #TiszaParty #ViktorOrbán

#viktororban #tiszaparty #tender #symbolism #ststephen #publicprocurement

Claudia Ciardi @[email protected] · 2026-08-13 · 21:46 UTC

Sibilla in the Sky with Diamonds 🪐🌌🌐

💫✨📜 #poetry #art #books #booktube #symbolism #synchronicity #multimedia #youtubeshorts #bookstodon #Sibyls

https://youtube.com/shorts/jwY2r_VMTAM?is=OnRdR_PzSCbRk2_k

#poetry #art #books #booktube #symbolism #synchronicity

Slow Mover @[email protected] · 2026-06-13 · 04:16 UTC

The Kintsugi Man

A Story Told In Tanka Form

Once I was broken,
a man of many pieces,
cracked beyond repair,
so many tiny places 
scattered like leaves in the wind. 

Healing was a dream.
Restoration was elusive.
Much of me was lost. 
I could not find the missing,
my eyes dry from the seeking.

Then mercy found me.
The Great Artist touched my heart,
gathered me to me,
glued the pieces one by one
until I was whole again.

Why do the cracks show?
My question rose to the sky. 
The scars are ugly.
Must they remain forever?
I wondered if I was healed.

Wait, you gently said. 
Dipping your finger in gold,
your love traced the scars.
beauty in my brokenness.
The cracks let the soul's light out.