Thursday, 30 March 2017

I've just come back from "my walk" - the regular friend of a walk that both brings me down into the security of its pattern, and also fires me with the newness of the details that change from each day. Its culmination is an old yew tree, its wide canopy sweeping out a large open stage around it: a place of peace and wonder. I found myself also widening: on the bus on the way home I was entering into a gentle conversation with the person next to me  (very "un-english"!).

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