This old barn has seen better days. Weather -beaten boards and thatching with a collection of old cart wheels leaning against the walls. Looking rather forgotten it stands, full of character, as a reminder of bygone days.
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It’s nearly Christmas. The snow has fallen and we are in a quaint little street in the centre of 18th century Gloucester. A lone figure leaves his shop and walks home through the snow. There are all the elements for a story here!
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Christmas reminds us of the tragedy of being homeless, a refugee, one of the ‘left outside people’ and the ‘unloved’. We all need ‘home’ where we can be loved. It’s lonely and cold outside.
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Mull and little Iona nearby, like so many parts of the Scottish Highlands, are places of mystery, at times dark and wet, but always possessing a sense of grandeur and majesty. This is a ‘thin place’ – where heaven and earth seem to meet.
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A Listening Heart 