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There is something happening here

There is something happening here

It’s Holy and Its moving me

From unclear to clear

Enlightening like Bible light  

Breaking through the cold

There’s a knowing from unknowing

Growing in my soul

.

Something is emerging somehow

All my past and my future needs

Melt within the now

Renewing to the depth of me

Love’s sweet balm again

You sooth away uncertainty

 Whisper out my name

.

Breath of Life You’re my beat and song

Your perfume is my DNA

All the lived day long

Powerfully You’re by my side

Make me and mould me

I’ll meet you where my soul resides

Beyond the Beyond.

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Irritated by ageing

These damn wars

This cancer

Oesteo-arthritis

And that political wanker

The lift that’s now broken

And fibro-myalgia

Sky box-sets half chosen

And that slump in the sofa

And another thing

That’s driving me raving

That wrong time on the cooker

Since daylight saving

And LBC phone-ins

With their adverts and trailers

And news on the TV

Strange views in the papers

And this dread filling giddiness

In my fuzzy thick head

And that there’s  no-longer-two-of-us

And this cold space in bed

And the night sweating worry

For you children full grown

And clear memories of my past times

When not ill and alone.

(The first evening on a week’s visit to my mother)

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Beacons of Heart

Kindness in greeting

So thankful to gather

To find less together

Outside-ness and cold
















Friendships received in





Sweet harmonisations





Raptures unwrapping





Both newness and old















Attoning for lost years





Rich music resuming





Creative attunment





In Beacons of Heart.










After years of refurbishment, yesterday saw the re-opening of The Bristol Beacon, a newly beloved centre for live music. It was such a joyful and generous gathering of people, celebrating the vibrancy of this citys creativity, music, togetherness and dance.





And to think only a few years ago those many thousands of people could not, were not, allowed to spend time together in such a way.





Over the rest of Advent, each day, I aim enter and share here a tincture of the grateful Heart.