… and forget-me-nots, and dandelions, and wood anemone, and bluebells… The small things are my miracles, really. I have written it before, and will, no doubt, write it again: it is the small things that give me faith and hope when everything seems a bit bleak. They are my mustard seeds, which help me to…
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On Haikus, Trees and Kindness
Lately, I have been reminded again just how much we need to contemplate nature. Without it, humanity is somewhat prone to losing our collective head. We have recently seen the most ludicrous acts of violence, abuses of power and truly bizarre attempts at reasoning. It is distressing and it must be confronted. This, combined with…
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