Nest

  Can you imagine a warm, round nest, the setting sun and warmth of feathered companions. At first light of day to sing creation’s song of how the world began. No wonder you sing. 

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                    When I was a chid, I couldn’t imagine where the world began, or ended. There was magic in a rainbow, the friendliness of trees, countless days to play, to dream, until fear, shame, guilt, pain, shadows cast, and the child was lost. Was love ever here? Did it … More Play

The Hawthorn Hedge

Flower beds, climbing beans, cabbages, crisp and clean, the narrow ditch where nettles sting. Snail tracks glisten like silver threads on the pile of stones at the garden end. On hands and knees I hold my breath, gaze through the gap in the hawthorn hedge, to the meadow, where white horses tread. And everywhere I look, is … More The Hawthorn Hedge

Listening with Michael

Kookaburra’s start the morning chorus, accompanied by the dove, bringing echoes of another age when the world was still young. The song is haunting. Michael says birdsong heals the world. He believes that birds sing every morning to redress the balance inflicted on nature by the wrong-doing of mankind.  It’s a comforting thought. I believe … More Listening with Michael