Writing
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High classical trees that cool people who visit the science museum of Benjamin Franklin in the summer season and who loll on the grass with homeless people like lionesses while grand children play on the swans and the giant First Nation people at Logan Circle more»
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John's Gospel is famously unique for its seemingly 'loose' treatment of history.... more»
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This is Camelot, the Isle of Avalon, a place of disappeared kingdoms, myth, intentional well-being, religious and New Age pilgrimage. more»
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I never knew my mother was a dancer and a lover... more»
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My mother used to say she didn't know why she carried me for nine months when my father could have
 spat me out in one day.
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...why did this speak to you? This stone, or shell, or piece of glass - its shimmer, shape or hue? more»
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this feast of joy is working hills and clouds and trees like me are celebrating more»
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...'But it is the year's shortest day when anything can happen, miracles 'not a problem'. more»
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IntercessionI intercede for you who needs an encounter,with Christ.I intercede for myself; may I know todayJesus as lover of my soul.I intercede for my world; may it bedrawn to unityI intercede for more»
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Lord, when my season is joy, let me celebrate and be thankful; When my season is pain, let me discover you healing me... more»
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Sundays at granny's - full of healing hospitality... more»
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Travelling is in the DNA of most New Zealanders. Over a million of them live overseas and thousands holiday around the world each year. Families love nothing better than packing up the tent, caravan or camper van and hitting the road to enjoy some R and R. If you've got an iconic V Dub, all the better. more»
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A visitor from New Zealand comes to call and eggs are cooked on a makeshift stove... more»
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'...soon it was all moving mountains from here to there more»
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I got my hair cut On Saturday felt I had a winner... more»
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The heavy cries of the swooping seagulls fell silent and a chill crept into the air as the Moon came between us and the Sun. The deep shadow, which formed first in the North Atlantic, swept up into the Arctic and at the North Pole became no more. As the recent solar eclipse reached totality and the irridescent crown of the corona surrounded the sun, words from Pádraig Ó Tuama's poem, In-between the sun and moon came to mind... more»
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Hilary finds an antidote to unpredictable weather... more»
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the starry cathedral sky scattered sparks of desert sand merged into an orange molten hand fingers coloured the gleaming night... more»
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it's a dead tree talking warming the living saying love is complete... more»
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Darkened sky, torrential rain, roiling thunder exploding overhead, road corner flooding within minutes... more»
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New Zealand has a history of criminal trials and subsequent resolutions exposing miscarriages of justice. more»
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I saw it on the Salisbury Centre stall. It was the shape that drew me - simple and symmetrical. Carefully I picked it up and turned it round to savour its perfection. more»
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Contemplative experience is profoundly personal. The practice is about entering an inner vulnerability that may, mysteriously, reveal a sense of transcendent wholeness. more»
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A first candle: Light, as breath, bringing life to islands, sky and sea. For creations gift, our prayer and praise. more»
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Letting go, hands open, a gentle push and a wicker basket carrying treasured cargo floats down the Nile. more»