After a very cold night we wake to a crisp winter morning of frosted grass with the bright sun rising over the house tops. This is ‘day’s most sacred hour‘, full of the ‘innocence of a new born day‘.
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As the evening clouds gather round the setting sun, we close the curtains and withdraw into the warmth inside and wonder, with Wordsworth and Mahler, what the future holds for our troubled world.
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Earlier in November on a peaceful day by the Arun river, autumn's beautiful, but fading, embers warm us with their season of contentment and mellow wisdom. Advent hope is in the air.Continue reading “November’s Embers”
Spring’s ‘proud pied April, dressed in all his trim,’ is putting a ‘spirit of youth in everything’. Clothed in the white ‘vestments’ of Easter it heralds a season of hope for a sad and suffering world.
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A Listening Heart 