This morning when I woke up, I thought of the people who about two weeks ago or more was in the category who was told, “Stay home.” This morning...
[Continuing the hymn-for-Sundays series] If your fears, frustrations fester lift your heart to prayer for faith – not a mindless, empty ritual – finding One who rules the earth. …
Paul Biggerstaff and Liz Bradshaw were staying on a camp site in the Finchbottom Vale that was once a working railway station before it fell afoul of Dr Beeching and his cuts, in a place called Sharpinghead.
She bumped into Eric Jespersen, in the park one night and they ended up having a rather prolonged kiss up against an old oak tree.
[Continuing the hymn-for-Sundays series] Fear of illness, fear of … [take] shelter in the wildest storms. Though he lets foundations shake … one day …
From the spot where they collided they headed towards Shoe Buckle Falls, so named, so legend had it, after a 17 th century fugitive Cavalier who was pursued into the forest by parliamentarian soldiers but disappeared in the vicinity of the falls and all they ever found of him was his shoe buckle.
the cosmic egg within the twilight tonight, between the eyelids of dusk and dawn, comes the equinox:
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