The last thing my body wants to do on a cold evening is to go for a run, but I warm up my legs and then bare the cold to … Continue reading Run to the cross 12
Some morning I hope I can get to work, just in one piece, calm and alive. Cars and trucks battling for space on the motorway distract our thoughts. Wouldn’t it … Continue reading Day 62 For who of us hopes for something we see?
The scene shows a dark Edinburgh city with Arthurs seat behind. Rather a moody photograph I took last week. The mountain is apparently the site of an old volcano. Today … Continue reading Day 56 He was hungry
There was a light frost, or scatterings of hail on the ground this morning. Getting out of the house for a wonderful bacon bap at Beacon fell cafe was also … Continue reading Day 52 and lo, I am with you always
Water is essential to life. It is a wonderful way to relax, listening to the waves at the coast, or listening to the raindrops on the windows. When your feet … Continue reading Day 49 Whoever desires, let him take the water of life freely.
Sandy brook runs through Fulwood in Preston unseen by most but the occasional dog walker. But its life giving waters feed the surrounding wildlife and vegetation. The green moss and … Continue reading Day 45 If anyone thirsts, let him come to me and drink