Stories about humility, willpower, hope, grace, love…
It is a pity that people are discouraged from reading;
some form of oppression
I seem to have achieved a kind of stability at work following a great deal of persistence and hard work. It seems to have plateaued.
The Coronavirus lockdown was very hard in the beginning. They supplied one of the biggest beetroot that I had ever seen along with many other vegetables then.
Looking forward to a peaceful year.
It is quite depressing.
Still reeling from the early morning walk from last week, the very spirit of the place was astounding, the long walk took me through the ancient landscape, still wet from the dew from the night before and through structures of the modern era and through the wilderness of the new forests of modern making.
Have always found the morning light fascinating, much of this could be lost with the concrete obsession.
On other occasions I had to walk many miles to find the pristine solace of the wilderness. Quite happy to have found a good route.
Being a modest morning person the contrast with the evening light was again sublime, with majestic birds resting atop the trees in the evening glow of pink and amber. The night was again quite a thrill looking in to the clusters around Orion’s belt. A desolate place changes into a glorious starscape.
One wonders what those wild bunnies and rare foxes are upto in the bushes.
Bright days blue skies and a chance to look at the yellowing grass.
Missing many of our school mates from ages past. The good ones.
Days like this took us through play in the yellow grass. Sliding on the smooth trails.
In conversation with folks we remembered many of our schoolmates, the other day.
Coming to terms with how small our group really is.