Who hath measured the waters in the hollow of his hand, and meted out heaven with the span, and comprehended the dust of the earth in a measure, and weighed the mountains in scales, and the hills in a balance?
Local food movement started in a rather run-down Yorkshire mill town turned into a phenomenon that’s catching people’s imagination around the world
The sweet blue of a winter sky. You might be tricked into thinking it is autumn, but then the cold passionately entombs your exposed face. Alas. You remember February.
The ducks will not wait for swimming season. It is upon them even as the icicle streams move slowly onward, melting and freezing in a winding way.
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24 now. Best birthday gift: peace. Then a fireside lazy night with my people.
My head is barely above the waves. But- it is bobbing still! Almost I go under, under, all the way, and then whoosh! A small whale swims under my feet and nudges my breath upwards. And then I remember how good it feels to breathe, and maybe I can even laugh aloud before the waters threaten again. Those waves, they’re making me stronger.