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frosted over :: on loving the world
Jan 3, 2023
poetry, darkness and light, grief
frosted over :: on loving the world
Jan 3, 2023
poetry, darkness and light, grief
Jan 3, 2023
poetry, darkness and light, grief
the fabric of things :: notes from isolation
Mar 26, 2020
paying attention, notes from isolation
the fabric of things :: notes from isolation
Mar 26, 2020
paying attention, notes from isolation
Mar 26, 2020
paying attention, notes from isolation
a psalm of sorts :: june
Jul 18, 2019
faith and doubt
a psalm of sorts :: june
Jul 18, 2019
faith and doubt
Jul 18, 2019
faith and doubt
equinox :: a returning
Mar 20, 2019
darkness and light, spring
equinox :: a returning
Mar 20, 2019
darkness and light, spring
Mar 20, 2019
darkness and light, spring
notes from a train journey 1 :: a trick of the light
Nov 15, 2018
notes from a train journey, thoughts
notes from a train journey 1 :: a trick of the light
Nov 15, 2018
notes from a train journey, thoughts
Nov 15, 2018
notes from a train journey, thoughts
strawberries :: by edwin morgan
Oct 6, 2018
poetry, paying attention, mindfulness, food
strawberries :: by edwin morgan
Oct 6, 2018
poetry, paying attention, mindfulness, food
Oct 6, 2018
poetry, paying attention, mindfulness, food
goodbye September
Oct 2, 2018
letters to the month, darkness and light
goodbye September
Oct 2, 2018
letters to the month, darkness and light
Oct 2, 2018
letters to the month, darkness and light

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23|03|2020 Before I fell very behind in my ‘read 15 pages of War and Peace a day’ plan. _______________________________________ #aprillove2020 #moodofmywindow #hellofavouritefoxmug #documentyourdays #flowersgivemepower #poetryofsimpleth
22|03|2020 My favourite tree - we always pass it on our daily walk. I think it’s probably a dead tree because it never seems to turn green, but it is full of living things: mostly birds who will swoop in, their small wings purring, and then lan
22|03|2020 Poems and notes to the ones I love. The hardest thing is not being able to go and hug them right now. (‘it is a serious thing/just to be alive/on this fresh morning/in this broken world...’ - Mary Oliver) ______________________
22|03|2020 Morning view (I saw this big flower in a shop window back in my first year of my undergrad. I walked past it and then double backed, hesitated outside the shop, then went inside - the bell jingling* on the door - and bought it. It’s
19|03|2020 Things to be grateful for: that this is happening as we move into spring rather than the darkness of winter - it’s easier to find light within, I feel, when there’s also light without _______________________________________ #al
19|03|2020 After saying goodbye to work colleagues the day before - not being able to hug each other so just smiling, rather sadly, and offering ‘take cares’ - this was Day 1 of staying home. I haven’t left the village since. Thing
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