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She’s sitting outside her hut, cross-legged on dried grasses and pine needles, when she hears the sound of hooves: clip clop clippity clop clippity clop clip clop. She’s got a basket of purple mushrooms that she’s stringing up for drying. A basket of apples for storing in a stone lined hole in the…
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Tending the Soul

One Saturday morning I was listening to a gardening programme on BBC Radio 4, Gardeners Question Time. In it they talked about onion blight in an allotment (in the UK this is a plot of land rented by an individual for growing vegetables or…

Letting It Come Through

It seems that most people I’ve met who say they are no good at drawing, usually admit to having been told this by a teacher at school when they were very young. It’s a shame we tend to grow up fulfilling other’s expectations of our…

The Self and the Guru

At the centre of each and every one of us is a solid island untouched by the outside world, where the spirit resides, the all-seeing, all knowing powerful self which is linked to everyone and everything. It is beyond space and time. It…

What Would YOU Do?

We walked together, along the shoreline. He, skipping pebbles over the shoulders of breaking waves. Me, just looking at him, thinking that he looks like any other guy, playing by the sea. I throw a few pebbles too, and manage to show off…

At the Speed of Life

Shakespeare rightly remarked the world’s a stage and we are all actors playing our parts outlined by destiny, for us. It’s difficult to assess the range and quality of human emotion those bearing a joyful countenance may have grieves…

The Beads of Life

It's been said that Angels can really only see in metaphors, and this fact tends to be as inconvenient for Heaven, as it is for the people many of us attempt to help in life everyday. Each and every Angel has a very unique and complex …

A Merry Miracle

Our son, his wife and 3 grandkids had made their usual hurried, visit to our small camper where we now live with our small herd of 5 chihuahua rescues. Our son relocated his family here because there simply were not many employment…

The Beginning of Greatness

An inquisitive young boy called Evontae walked into his Year 4 classroom with an intriguing question for his teacher: “What purpose do wasps serve on this Earth, Sir?” he asked. “Well Evontae, without wasps we would be overrun with…