“Don’t you imagine the leaves dream now how comfortable it will be to touch theearth instead of the nothingness of the air and the endless freshets of wind?”Mary Oliver, from Song for Autumn ...
May your prayers be answered well today. It cannot happen unless you ask – and there always is something to pray for if you look around and within you. ...
Yes, you are in service – but what does it mean? Often it is misunderstood, for in truth it is much more about being than doing.The spiritual Law of Service says that it is all about living, being and working in the world with an awareness for the needs of others, a wish to do your best and without attachment to getting personal gain or benefit from it. Keep it simple and remember, with a loving heart whatever you do you cannot fail. ...
In the early morning dawn today bats flew happily through dripping trees and wind-tossed leaves as the warm damp weather encouraged a multitude of insects to flourish and feed them. Grey and mysterious yet rich with the promise of autumn colour, the natural world rejoiced. ...
People have stopped pretending now. Certain world leaders have abandoned their claims of upholding truth and right clearly for political and personal self-service, but it will backfire. When weakness is visible vulnerability is exploited, while the pursuer of good becomes strengthened.What interesting, fragile times we live in. ...
Outside my home the River Wye falls steeply into its valley, cascading noisily as it does so over great and ancient stones on the river bed, reminders of the seas and ice that once covered this land. The river, at this point in the Upper Wye Valley is never still and always vocal as it […]
For three wet days, a mole ran up and down the soggy drive looking for food and gathering nesting material, her tunnel flooded but a nest needed. Creatures of the dark, moles only rarely emerge into the light.
Many wonders come with winter, among them bird visitors such as redwing, waxwing, and fieldfares sweeping across our cold skies in search of fruits and berries.
The sun was late to rise this morning, and it was good to see the long night penetrated, at last, by light. We would miss the sun if it were not there: where there is light there is hope, and the knowing that all is well.
The path from my home to the world beyond winds through billowing hedgerows and ancient oak trees, past wild-bee tree hives and sleepy bat roosts until it joins a long yew hedge leading down to the lane and the great River Wye below. Civilisation is not so far away, but it feels far distant and […]
It is sobering to consider how far the movement of cosmic energy corresponds with what happens in our human world. I wonder sometimes if our lives are a shadowy, illusory reflection of the immense complexity of divine design or, more prosaically, a physical reality influenced by the position of celestial bodies. The truth may be […]
