There is an emanation from the heart
which cannot be described,
but is immediately felt and puts
the stranger at his ease.
Gratitude unlocks the fullness of life.
It turns what we have into enough...
It turns denial into acceptance,
chaos to order, confusion to clarity.
It can turn a meal into a feast,
a house into a home,
a stranger into a friend.
Don't be satisfied with stories,
how things have gone with others.
Unfold your own myth.
Saturday, 27 October 2012
|Turl Street, Oxford|
|Stuart's fire and my chair.|
Packing window boxes with freezing cold soil is a chilly business. I've managed to get most of the planting done though, in between running back into the house to get warm, drink something hot, and then back out into the wind again. Luckily Stuart lit his first fire of the season this morning, so I can sit by his fire--and maybe my toes will finally warm up.
Saturday, 20 October 2012
After writing about 'Downton Abbey', my mind kept wandering back to a set of four books called Parade's End by Ford Maddox Ford, and wishing as many people were aware of these books as they are of 'Downton Abbey'. The books are similar to 'Downton' in that they're set in the same period and historical background, but Parade's End has the weight and heft of the human soul carrying it much further into the human spirit than 'Downton Abbey'.
If I could have one Cinderella dream come true, it would be to have been married under her rose arbour in June.