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Living ethically, green and given the state of the world trying not to lose hope or a sense of humour
In a very troubled world a wintry walk does wonders
January 5, 2026 at 7:43 AM
In a very troubled world a wintry walk does wonders
Early Winter
December 4, 2025 at 5:53 AM
Early Winter
It is always worth celebrating a beautiful sky and landscape
October 23, 2025 at 6:23 AM
It is always worth celebrating a beautiful sky and landscape
Direct evidence that DJT wants to be a King
October 19, 2025 at 3:07 AM
Direct evidence that DJT wants to be a King
Currently this book is serialised on BbC Radio 4 ( United Kingdom of Great Britain and Northern Ireland).
September 30, 2025 at 3:13 PM
Currently this book is serialised on BbC Radio 4 ( United Kingdom of Great Britain and Northern Ireland).
Lady's Mantle - (Alchemilla Mollis)
Water beads on the leaves due to their dewetting properties. These beads of water were considered by alchemists to be the purest form of water. They used this water in their quest to turn base metal into gold, hence the name Alchelmilla
Water beads on the leaves due to their dewetting properties. These beads of water were considered by alchemists to be the purest form of water. They used this water in their quest to turn base metal into gold, hence the name Alchelmilla
September 24, 2025 at 6:02 AM
Lady's Mantle - (Alchemilla Mollis)
Water beads on the leaves due to their dewetting properties. These beads of water were considered by alchemists to be the purest form of water. They used this water in their quest to turn base metal into gold, hence the name Alchelmilla
Water beads on the leaves due to their dewetting properties. These beads of water were considered by alchemists to be the purest form of water. They used this water in their quest to turn base metal into gold, hence the name Alchelmilla
I’m posting a photo of a rose that I can’t remember the name of that grows into my neighbours house. Also the world is being run by evil men, I’ve got Covid and can’t go on my holiday.
September 20, 2025 at 8:21 AM
I’m posting a photo of a rose that I can’t remember the name of that grows into my neighbours house. Also the world is being run by evil men, I’ve got Covid and can’t go on my holiday.
Out beyond ideas of wrongdoing and rightdoing,
there is a field. I’ll meet you there.
When the soul lies down in that grass,
the world is too full to talk about.
Ideas, language, even the phrase each other
doesn’t make any sense
The Great Wagon, Rumi
there is a field. I’ll meet you there.
When the soul lies down in that grass,
the world is too full to talk about.
Ideas, language, even the phrase each other
doesn’t make any sense
The Great Wagon, Rumi
August 30, 2025 at 5:33 AM
Out beyond ideas of wrongdoing and rightdoing,
there is a field. I’ll meet you there.
When the soul lies down in that grass,
the world is too full to talk about.
Ideas, language, even the phrase each other
doesn’t make any sense
The Great Wagon, Rumi
there is a field. I’ll meet you there.
When the soul lies down in that grass,
the world is too full to talk about.
Ideas, language, even the phrase each other
doesn’t make any sense
The Great Wagon, Rumi
I felt that I have no right
to withdraw from the
responsibility of being
an advocate. It is my
duty to voice the
sufferings of men, the
never-ending sufferings
heaped mountain-high.”
Käthe Kollwitz (1920)
German artist, refused to leave Germany when threatened by the Gestapo for speaking out.
to withdraw from the
responsibility of being
an advocate. It is my
duty to voice the
sufferings of men, the
never-ending sufferings
heaped mountain-high.”
Käthe Kollwitz (1920)
German artist, refused to leave Germany when threatened by the Gestapo for speaking out.
June 4, 2025 at 7:45 PM
I felt that I have no right
to withdraw from the
responsibility of being
an advocate. It is my
duty to voice the
sufferings of men, the
never-ending sufferings
heaped mountain-high.”
Käthe Kollwitz (1920)
German artist, refused to leave Germany when threatened by the Gestapo for speaking out.
to withdraw from the
responsibility of being
an advocate. It is my
duty to voice the
sufferings of men, the
never-ending sufferings
heaped mountain-high.”
Käthe Kollwitz (1920)
German artist, refused to leave Germany when threatened by the Gestapo for speaking out.
This being human is a guest house.
Every morning a new arrival.
A joy, a depression, a meanness,
some momentary awareness comes
As an unexpected visitor.
Welcome and entertain them all!
Even if they're a crowd of sorrows,
who violently sweep your house
empty of its furniture,
(The Guest House)
Every morning a new arrival.
A joy, a depression, a meanness,
some momentary awareness comes
As an unexpected visitor.
Welcome and entertain them all!
Even if they're a crowd of sorrows,
who violently sweep your house
empty of its furniture,
(The Guest House)
May 27, 2025 at 5:32 AM
This being human is a guest house.
Every morning a new arrival.
A joy, a depression, a meanness,
some momentary awareness comes
As an unexpected visitor.
Welcome and entertain them all!
Even if they're a crowd of sorrows,
who violently sweep your house
empty of its furniture,
(The Guest House)
Every morning a new arrival.
A joy, a depression, a meanness,
some momentary awareness comes
As an unexpected visitor.
Welcome and entertain them all!
Even if they're a crowd of sorrows,
who violently sweep your house
empty of its furniture,
(The Guest House)
Aurora 10th May 2024 Wales
May 10, 2025 at 9:05 PM
Aurora 10th May 2024 Wales
If nothing else goes well today -I have this
April 24, 2025 at 6:55 AM
If nothing else goes well today -I have this
Independent Newspaper UK ( Saudi owned) front page
February 22, 2025 at 4:23 AM
Independent Newspaper UK ( Saudi owned) front page
Also independent newspaper ( UK Saudi owned) has this on front page.
February 22, 2025 at 4:21 AM
Also independent newspaper ( UK Saudi owned) has this on front page.
Sadly - this doesn’t get old
January 29, 2025 at 6:37 AM
Sadly - this doesn’t get old
The wet dawn inks are doing their blue dissolve.
Winter trees - Sylvia Plath , 1971
Winter trees - Sylvia Plath , 1971
January 25, 2025 at 4:43 PM
The wet dawn inks are doing their blue dissolve.
Winter trees - Sylvia Plath , 1971
Winter trees - Sylvia Plath , 1971
