A poor woman walks across the landscape carrying fuel for her fire Stopping and looking, the painter includes her in his masterpiece I carry no fuel: I dream of mountains and summer lakes Can I be included in God’s masterpiece…
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Having a certain fondness for Gavin and Stacey, I was not unhappy to journey down to Barry Island in South Wales on a snowy Sunday recently. The primary reason for going was to transport my wife to a Philosophy4Children training session…
There are runners on the path: my father died today, my mother in two days’ time, nearly 40 years apart and we are all heading in the same direction, downwards and upwards In the end we are memories, dependent on…
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