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Where the wind blows

In this little corner of South West Wales, after the rain comes the wind. And wind is extraordinary. You can only see it by its impact, the way it changes whatever is in its path. How the still body of water becomes a turbulent landscape. Or the way normally sedate and stately trees dance in …

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On the cusp of time

Where is the pathon the cusp of time?The invitation to walk fromknowing to unknowing. To see the change in seasonripening before our eyes,while whispering farewellsto lives once lived. Nothing is held formore than a moment.These are just spaceswe dance within. ~ After feeding the alpacas, I climbed up the hillside, watching the flow of seasons …

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Hymn to Time

This is the title of a profoundly beautiful poem by Ursula K Le Guin. Part of her last collection of poetry, she gathers a lifetime of wonderings in these words: HYMN TO TIME Time says “Let there be”every moment and instantlythere is space and the radianceof each bright galaxy. And eyes beholding radiance.And the gnats’ …

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