Boston’s Castle
27 de Novembro de 2016, 6:35
Guest Post
by Christopher O’Keefe
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Why is there a stone castle, complete with a tower and moat, in the heart of a modern US city? Were these high walls the home of royalty or noblemen?
In a sense, yes….and no. In the late 1800s, the nobles of Boston, the wealthy elite, grew concerned about civil unrest among the masses (which would have included my ancestors). Fearing attacks against their families if riots should occur, they raised funds to build this armory. It was designed much like a castle, to withstand a siege, including gun slits along the top from which marksmen could shoot. The tower is not decorative; it is tall enough to allow soldiers at the top to communicate with the state capital via signal flags.
Today, most of the moat is filled in and the building functions as a restaurant and…
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SUNDAY…………………………….
27 de Novembro de 2016, 6:34
Keep that magic going…………..Sunday is special !!
Go ahead, make your wish………….& believe, today tomorrow and always
Beyond Fear
27 de Novembro de 2016, 6:33
Fearless, stoic he stands above me on the hill. As majestic in his stillness as in a walk or trot. The black horse is one of a pair I regularly encounter on my walk whilst in Sweden. At times they deign to come near the fence, but never too close; other times they’ll stand afar, then glance up. Often I stop to observe their grand stance, their all-knowing demeanour, their fearlessness.
Fear seems to be all pervasive in our society in recent times, not only on a global political level but on on a personal, emotional one too. Fear rules so much in our lives.
Seeing the silhouette of the horse against the ethereal sky I feel its courage emanate from its very being. Fearless. A saying I used to comfort my son (and myself) comes to mind and with so few words A. A. Milne’s encapsulates the motto on…
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Dancing Flames
27 de Novembro de 2016, 6:31
Yesterday I republished a post from the early days of this blog which states that I could not remember the details of the car break down dream. All these years later, as this post from February indicates, I found my original notes on the dream. It seems only fair to put the two posts together in this way.
I was breviting through a drawer in my desk the other day, looking for an old diary to check something out, when I glimpsed at the bottom of a pile of notebooks a clump of papers with these words scribbled on the front: Dancing Flames Dream 21/04/80. I was amazed. I had no recollection of writing it. I never remembered seeing it before even though I go into this drawer quite often.
Yet it was something so important.
Why though?
Well, not least because I have always remembered the core of…
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