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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John Clare, always a champion of the underprivileged, introduces us to the gypsy culture of his day and gives us a chance to hear a sample of traditional gypsy music.
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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”
My February Spring Dawn daffodils herald the slow, cautious approach of spring full of pauses and hesitation, but the onward progress of an irresistible change has begun.
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A Listening Heart 