Tuesday, 26 January 2016

Listen


Listen. How the soul whispers. 


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  1. Make sure you slow down sometimes and listen to it.

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    1. Thanks Rachel. Hope you are on the way to recovery. I picked up a nasty cold in November. Had to have a few days in bed. I'm hoping I've built up an immunity to see me through the February fogs, and the next couple of months.

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    2. I am feeling very ill this morning. This must be flu.

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    3. Oh dear. Flu is awful. You have my sympathy.

      Have only had flu twice in my life, the Asian flu and the Hong Kong flu epidemics. and I don't want it again.

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  2. Thank you for this. It's lovely.

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    1. Thank you Shawn. Pleased you like it. Snapped it on the run. When doing the weekly long-slow-distance I often take the camera along.

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  3. __Fine thought Gwilym; with eased steps, Rachel, we listen.

    in the limbs
    soul words say of the morrow
    a zephyr

    _m

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    1. What is life if full of care
      With no time to stand
      and stare . . .
      - W H Davis (I think)

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  4. Yes, Gwil, WH David indeed - my father's favourite poet - and his favourite sentiment too. We all need time to just take in the world around us - the farmer is much better at doing it than I am. I envy him.

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    1. Farmers are pretty good at this. One time I found 3 lof them leaning on a gate near Llanberis. They were looking at sheep in the rain.

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    2. One was chewing a stalk of grass. The farmer I mean, not the sheep.

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  5. "Always raising the baa" - I like that immensely!
    My dear friend Anne (four beautiful grown-up daughters) has not only renovated an old mill to live in, and created a big garden - she also has four sheep, (in another part, not in the garden) and I love them.
    Listening (without the chorus of "bäh") is rare - but very nourishing.

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    1. This sheep, now demoted to the post above this one, is the sheep the others follow. I know that because of the trail of footprints in the snow. It's almost heavenly to sit atop a grassy hill in Wales in the summer and listen to the chorus all around. It's how I imagine God to be occupied.

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