Well these photographs are too good (breath-taking) to miss. And I am proud to say I took the banner photo on the warpandwoofknitting blog. The 27th was a special anniversary day for the author and what better thing to do than go hike up a mountain.
Being up high, climbing up to a high point and look out around, is what I love to do. Inspiring and a time when insights break free in unexpected ways. Ah! Happy memories of climbing a Tor on Dartmoor years ago – which is where I may well be in a few days time.
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Who knows how and where
the sweet dew
of mortal life
will…make manifest.
In life do we notice?
Yes! But life is eternal
Isn’t it?
Right now never ends!
With a crash or a thud
or a slow dribbling
away.
Life breath stops
Eternal night? – a fantasy.
Opening palms skywards
the sweet dew
remains
in our deepest Heart.
This is for Rosie who met a tragic end the other day and for Grant, My Luminous Friend, who took his last breath a year ago. My thoughts for those who watched the breathing stop. And still the ‘sweet dew’ remains. In the words of Neil Sedaka, Breaking up is hard to do.
And thanks to Mark, once again, for his photograph.
How it was from the air in 1984.
There is a new photo gallery ‘How it was in the early 1980’s’ on the Throssel website showing how it was in the early 1980’s. It takes my breath away to think of the amount of work done by the monks and guests during this time. The ceremony hall was finally completed in 1985 as I remember. And soon after that the old barn was pulled down and construction started on what is now the monks meditation hall with rooms and offices below.
Every body gave there all to make this place possible. And that has not ceased…..
Found sprouting in the coal bunker at Throssel last spring. Planted. Nurtured. Transported to Leicester in the East Midlands. Where it is now. Nurtured. And appreciated.
