Writing
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It is difficult, and often frightening, to let go of what has been received as truth... more» -
It is a story of fragile hope then and now, for we live in unpredictable times. It was ever thus... more» -
At night it was light and from the bed in my grandparent's house, I could look through the open curtains to the ocean and watch the midnight sun. more» -
This will pass like the sun rising.
This will pass like a breath of wind
across the face of a leaf... more» -
No surrender, holding the line of retreat and advance,
countless blades wave in sullied draft declaring
nature's vulnerable defiance... more» -
Falling: Round small, golden light
Nudged from place, purpose done;
riding air in descent like flight... more» -
In a flash, shutter-lie, the mind receives
an image that remains, knowing beauty,
barely held beyond the instant of sight... more» -
In all his years of wonderingacross oceans to far away islandssearching for a place to call homethe man never imagined findingsuch calm in a woman’s eyes.They glimmered like bright starsguiding more»
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There is a kind of wind that blows
during certain days of the year
and it's almost as if it knows
how to stir up our deepest fears. more» -
I now wonder whether the biblical account of Cain and Abel might also be a folk memory... more» -
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The embers of a late Autumn. Morning mists, fruitfulness, golden light, wind in my hair... more» -
We shape our buildings, and afterwards our buildings shape us.[i] Winston Churchill...what we build will, over the years, shape how we understand more» -
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this miro vault
an offering of spring grass
pig-hallowed & rabbit-holy
divine, yet no place special... more» -
three nights in the Hurunui
those were holy days for sure... more» -
