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Jul.15.2013
'In my beginning is my end...               In my end is my beginning.' Thomas Stearns Eliot     Minutes off the beaten track it hides, an unassuming parenthesis in what we call civilisation, but now a...
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Jun.24.2013
  I remember midsummer, its suspended, airy plane finding expression in lark song and the low-toned reverie of bees, the shadows shortest, the gifting of reflected light upon light, hazel-tanned skin, cool cotton frocks, blowsy as dog roses spangling the hedgerows, wild strawberries,...
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Jun.02.2013
'Adversity is the diamond dust Heaven polishes its jewels with.' Thomas Carlyle   Last week, a Red Room colleague, whose blog posts come highly recommended, mentioned how fascinated she was by the similarities and differences in accounts of life on either side of the Atlantic. Well, it's...
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May.19.2013
John Constable (above) Image below courtesy of Chris Ceaser   Imagine an English country lane, in an era before articulated transported, when to own a car is the privilege of a few and tractors are the size of an average 4 x 4. It doesn't matter where you are going, the venue isn't that...
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May.01.2013
Hawthorn - May Day, 2013     She is stark to the bone, gaunt in Gethsemane, like fibrous lightning honed by tungsten winds against inconstant skies, still tall among her peers, still proud among the juvenescent hazel sprigs and serpent's tooth brambles straining for sunlight, frantic for...
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Apr.22.2013
The word 'dream' shimmers with nuance and promise as no other. From the inspiration to succeed, the nocturnal roaming of the soul through weird and wonderful spaces, the hypnagogic visions on the brink of sleep, the imaging of hopes and memories in daylight hours, to the very nature of our human...
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Apr.15.2013
In the wake of my recent post about being a twinless twin, the shades have stirred and many half-forgotten episodes have come home to roost. Puzzling situations, branded in memory at the time, have fallen into context. In a way I can't adequately convey, it's as though the curvature of my life has...
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Apr.03.2013
The Old Vicarage where I was born This post has developed from a conversation with orna B Raz who is interested to hear about being a twinless twin.   During Lent, I've thought a lot about loss. It's that time of year. Last year's palm leaves scorched to soot. Last year's thorns not yet...
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Mar.31.2013
From The Poetic Bible (compiled by Colin Duriez) SPCK 2001 © ColinDuriez 2001     There was no grave grave enough to ground me to mound me I broke the balm then slit the shroud wound round me that bound me   There was no death dead enough to dull me to cull me I snapped the snake...
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Mar.21.2013
  The Rosary on the Second Day of Spring   Primavera, first truth baptism of rebirth heaven's windows wide, laundered light shedding amnesty promised, earth's hallowed wedding to a transfigured kingdom   Jordan's stale river cleansed Holy Water Cana's brackish springs become vintage...
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Feb.19.2013
  Why do the charmed play hide and seek and flee the story in the wings, as if disporting on the stage could set alight the curtain fringe?   Illusion's limelight's highly prized and channelled sentiment extolled If structured context cramps the style, another's script makes players...
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Jan.23.2013
'I hope that Susan Cain (with the book and her Ted talk) would be able to convince real and closet introverts to feel proud of who they are. I also pray that educators would stop insisting on group work for every assignment as many children could get much better results thinking quietly and...
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Jan.06.2013
  On the Twelfth Day of Christmas, in the very dead of winter, the Epiphany... Random reflections celebrating the paintings of Caspar David Friedrich, whose transcendent luminosity transports us to its source. There are two ways of spreading light; to be the candle or the mirror that...
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Dec.21.2012
Teach your children poetry; it opens the mind, lends grace to wisdom and makes the heroic virtues hereditary. Sir Walter Scott   One of my clearest memories in primary school was of writing a poem. It must have been my first. I loved poetry because it was fun and fascinating on a variety of...
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Dec.10.2012
A poem for Hanukkah and Advent   Wisdom does not court shadow, nor marled truths of its inhabitants who lose their loss in philosophy, who scent death at eventide when moons subside and noons are vanished dreams offering no transfiguration whose lantern shines the way.   They consume...
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