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The life and thoughts of Freda Marshall, a retired Church of Scotland minister living amongst the mountains and glens of Argyll.Pages
Category Archives: Poetry
The Art of Ageing
It’s nearly Pre-Birthday-Month time so it seems a good time to dive into The Art of Ageing again. It is one of those little gems that has a great deal of common sense. More than anything, the author, John Lane, … Continue reading
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Tagged ageing, Joy and Woe, philosophy, poetry, William Blake, writing
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Dreams
Hold fast to dreams for if dreams die, life is a broken-winged bird that cannot fly. Hold fast to dreams for when dreams go, life is a barren field frozen with snow. Langston Hughes. Have you any dreams to share?
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Growing older
Grow old along with me! The best is yet to be, The last of life, for which the first was made: Our times are in His hand Who saith “A whole I planned, Youth shows but half; Trust God: see … Continue reading
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Tagged ageing, Birthday Month Treat, birthdays, Robert Browning, spirituality
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What I needed to hear
Today’s Birthday Month gift comes from Paws for thought. Author Unknown If each grain of sand were to say: One grain does not make a mountain, There would be no land. If each drop of water were to say: One … Continue reading
Reflections
Mountains, clouds, sky reflected in dark pools of mystery, enlightening, enlivening, bringing colour and joy. The pilgrim soul seeks inward, looking for purpose, the reward is clarity ever deepening.
At the pond
By Mary Oliver, from Evidence One summer I went every morning to the edge of a pond where a huddle of just-hatched geese would paddle to me and clamber up the marshy slope and over my body, peeping and staring … Continue reading
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