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Love, light and Italy
Have just spent the third evening of the month of May enjoying the film of the 1922 novel by Elizabeth Von Arnim entitled “The Enchanted April“…and so am a little too late to achieve the synchronistic...
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Towering poppies
Having just made the long-planned trip to see Paul Cummins ceramic poppy installation at the Tower of London, my challenge is now to adequately describe how overwhelming the experience was (and in ways...
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Love swept
My final painting of 2014 felt like it had saved itself up for last at the end of a year that was all about shift and transformation. This one came directly from the soul and took on an almost surreal...
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Take off
My recent reading-stalemate (referred to a couple of posts ago) was interrupted last week when I decided to delve deeper into the backlog of Richard Bach and I don’t know why I didn’t think of it...
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…and then the sun burst through
For several years, I lived in an old Victorian house with a buddleia tree in the front garden. It grew thick and very tall, right up beyond the height of the bedroom above, and its leaves were darkest...
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Twinning with my self
Some people feel passionately that they are in search of a soul-match, a twin flame; and though I know what it feels like to connect very deeply with others, I’ve never had the feeling that I am...
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The blossom opened early…
Did the tree know something I didn't, had it heard the starting pistol, received the signal, been slipped the secret cue that something big was underway; something that could contain itself no longer...
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Out of the shadows
We can even become deeply afraid of losing that which is most holding us back us, afraid of who we will be and what will become possible when we are without the long-standing antagonists of our...
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A walk in the park: healing the deepest wound of all
So, we chose our own life...but, if so, why would we choose yet another lifetime with the same old trauma “in it” that we’ve been through before, knowing that we are going to experience it all over...
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Choosing a trajectory
Does a butterfly, on the brink of that first flight, with nothing but an instinct as her guide to something she has never done before, suddenly decide not to jump? Could anything persuade her that...
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Uncommon alchemy: a Glastonbury tale
Repeatedly bumping into one or two people that you feel that you know and yet never saying a word to them (except with your eyes), knowing that they feel it too...these are the kind of clues to your...
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Larger than life
When we believe we only have one life, the pressure to get it right can be interminable and sometimes we bow down to that weight, giving up on everything beneath our heavy grey blanket of hopelessness....
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Intact
Because I have had no label to give to what was going on with my health for so very long, I was able to swallow its bigness and swim through it even when I was bone-weary; drawing on a reserve of...
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The long slow yawn
...Just looking at the everyday evidence, quite apart from all the enhancement in life’s minutest details, all the beauty noticed and so much clarity, its as though time has speeded up to a whole other...
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