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Anyone Still Remember The Good Old Days?
So last night the lock down was extended. By another three weeks.
It's Spring Jim, But Not As We Know It
Even in black and white times it is hard to resist a splash of colour when you find one.
That Magic Idyllic Button Was Pressed Again
It's happened again. Out in the countryside, taking in the beautiful wild flowers in Sussex at the weekend, I heard those words.
Brown-Signing Is Very Much A Thing
I like those the best. Where we just do something on the spur of the moment and live with the consequences, whatever they may be.
Grease To The Wheels Of Exploratory Thinking
Inspiration often appears, or so they say, quite unexpectedly. A look, a word or simply a thought and there it is. From nothing to something. Direction and purpose.
It's A Finite World, This Home Of Ours
We have such a beautiful home, this planet of ours, why can’t we share it and love our neighbours?
Nature Calls At Times Of Crisis
These are the times when I feel I should not be around people. No matter how good or inspirational or kind they may be. And these are also the times when my self-esteem sees only what it chooses to see and finds nothing but its own version of the truth.
A Burst Of Joy In The Most Monotonous Of Months
A flavour of spring in a winter landscape is sometimes all it takes to fill a heart and to raise a face towards the glorious sunshine.
We Used To Believe In Rain
We have had no rain here for seven or eight weeks. Probably longer. It's almost impossible to remember the last time it rained.
That Way Happiness Lies
The posts on the blog will tell you that there were good times. But I also tried to share some of the challenging moments and use the writing process to try to help me understand what was happening and why.
Solace
There will always be challenges for us to face as human beings and we frequently struggle to engage with each other in positive or respectful ways.
Summer In April
So our weather does once again what our weather is good at doing. It plays with our emotions, it drags us down and then builds us up, gives us hope only to laugh in our faces as it changes its mind and decides “as we were”.