The Dark Months Eighteen
As heaving dark grey clouds yawn open, light hits yellow lichen on a wooden rail, causing colour to ripple in intense succession before giving way to hope and renewal.
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The Dark Months Seventeen
As we reach the shortest day of the year with the Winter Solstice, it seems all hope is extinguished. But is it really?
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Imagine the world from a different vantage, and you’ll see its falsehoods and lies clearly. Or will you?
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Despite discouragement, we can sometimes see things for the better, and in that, we are the magic. This is the twelfth in the series ‘The Dark Months’.
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There’s a magic to the sunlight in the dark months. #TheDarkMonths #Sunlight #Moods #Meditation #Hope
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Bridges, like gateways, are things we must pass. Are they a metaphor for something else? No. 10 in ‘The Dark Months’ finds out …
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In this ninth missive from #TheDarkMonths series, the word turns upside down.
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Remembrance of things past, grows an appreciation of things present and future in the eighth in the series, ‘The Dark Months’
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The seventh in the series of ‘The Dark Months’ is an exercise in observation written on one of those foggy, cold mornings where everything is still.
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In the sixth of the series, ‘The Dark Months’, sun cuts through the fragile frost. But who, or what, summoned it? What does it mean?
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