I sit planning all the things I should do and be. Then a fluting birdsong reverberates through the morning quiet, piercing every thought, every goal, every belief. It is in that moment I realise that I have missed the point.
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Introduction
"Only that day dawns to which we are awake," wrote Thoreau. This blog, in words and pictures, is my attempt to be awake: to be alive to the mystery of life. It is an exercise in gratitude and wonder, and an open invitation to beauty. Archives
May 2019
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