Finding hope in the dark times – my wish for 2023
The Darkling Thrush I leant upon a coppice gateWhen Frost was spectre-grey,And Winter’s dregs made desolateThe weakening eye of day.The tangled bine-stems scored the skyLike
Every Life Matters. Meaning Matters. Moments Matter. People Matter.
The Darkling Thrush I leant upon a coppice gateWhen Frost was spectre-grey,And Winter’s dregs made desolateThe weakening eye of day.The tangled bine-stems scored the skyLike
As we begin to adjust to our new normal, and learn to live in a post Covid world, I have come to appreciate even more