A voice had begun to sing…… Sometimes he almost thought it was coming out of the earth beneath them. Its lower notes were deep enough to be the voice of the earth itself …..it was beyond comparison the most beautiful noise he had ever heard……it seemed to him that the stars were singing.
The voice of Aslan singing Narnia into being – from C.S.Lewis’s ‘The Magician’s Nephew.
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The Bank of England (to the left), sometimes called the Old Lady of Threadneedle Street, is where the economy is stitched safely together! Today’s modern City towers above. Opposite is The Royal Exchange. The original building was ceremonially opened as a center of commerce in 1570 by Queen Elizabeth I. The Duke of Wellington’s Waterloo memorial statue completes this scene of fame, fortune and financial prudence.
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Recently when asked on BBC’s ‘Desert island Discs‘ which book, apart from the Bible and Shakespeare, would he take if stranded on that imaginary desert island, the writer Robert Macfarlane chose the writing and poetry of Gerard Manley Hopkins. Though virtually unknown in his life-time, today Hopkins has many admirers.
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Early morning in the September garden is a treasured moment of peace. I sit among flowers that seem to laugh and sing in their joyful, playful colour. But change is on the way.
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A Listening Heart 