Ronald Blythe was a creative writer with a simple life-style, born and bred in Suffolk, the voice of a vanishing past in these shires of old England. I pay my own tribute to this chronicler of a slower, more gentle way of life who died this year aged 100.
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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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Coming into the peace of wild things in disturbed times.
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A Listening Heart 