For a cheering pick-me-up after a prolonged period of winter ‘blues’, come out into the garden and see what it’s been up to in the cold weather.
Seen from a distance you soon see why this ancient seat of learning is justly named the ‘City of dreaming spires’. But Oxford is also a city of dreams and dreamers. Continue reading “City of Dreaming Spires”
The responsive chord in our imagination needs re-awakening. We need to hear again that new ‘music’ we have faintly heard before – Nature’s Unfinished Symphony. Continue reading “Nature’s Unfinished Symphony”
Are there any wild places left in our over-populated islands? Robert Macfarlane’s book ‘Wild Places’ shows that there are indeed. In fact they’re everywhere. Continue reading “Wild Places”
What is it that links landscape so closely with the human heart? We’re all aware of a ‘sense of place’ at times, but which is too deep for words. Continue reading “A Sense of Place”
All is still, and quiet as the early winter sun appears over the rooftops. The freshness of a new day is so welcome when the sun’s warmth is rising. Even in the cold a sunny day makes so much difference. A new day comes pristine, hopeful and full of possibilities. This is ‘day’s most sacred hour‘ – a daily gift of grace, Continue reading “A Winter Dawn”
The death of his mother when he was only 9 devastated his happy childhood. In his own words, it seemed that “the great continent had sunk like Atlantis beneath the sea.” He was left with a life of meaninglessness and despair. Continue reading “December Turned to May”