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    Tuesday, 08 May 2018

    The second of two passages from Next Year In Jerusalem   Frustratingly, my eagerness for adventure was no measure of my ability to keep pace with the high spirits of the rest. Dr. Jennings had forbidden me to dance. At Christmas, I danced solo in t...
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    Thursday, 29 March 2018

              Inside Out Modern translations of St Paul said 'puzzling reflections' in describing perception, with a taunting, haunting interplay of light and shadow, never the same for two minutes together, which m...
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    Thursday, 08 March 2018

    The first of two passages from Next Year In Jerusalem     Photo courtesy of Getty Images   Snow fell unexpectedly in my hopeful seventh spring. It made shadows of the bare boughs. It sent shivers down the spindly spine of young...
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    Wednesday, 10 January 2018

      Image courtesy of Diane Romanello     ...For time to heal and feel and breathe free air unlaced with taint of death, to ponder skies of patent blue and kindled clouds of sunset hue, to savour moments where life lives and know ...
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    Tuesday, 21 November 2017

          'I thought how unpleasant it is to be locked out; and I thought how it is worse, perhaps, to be locked in.' Virginia Woolf     I know why the caged bird doesn't sing And why God-given feather falls in spring The ruthless month bespea...

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Rosy Cole We Don't Say Goodbye
23 June 2018
Much deep wisdom here. Thank you!To be honest, I'd rather never say goodbye... No matter what plans ...
Stephen Evans We Don't Say Goodbye
15 June 2018
Sound advice Ken.
Ken Hartke We Don't Say Goodbye
13 June 2018
I may have posted this before -- I sometimes need to revisit it. I occasionally need to give myself ...
Katherine Gregor Rise
12 June 2018
I like it!
Katherine Gregor R. R. R.
12 June 2018
I hope you're right. Thank you for your comment.

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