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MaryAb
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Blackthorns and Bumblebees
The hedges are covered with the delicate frosting of Blackthorn blossoms. I love all flowers, but Blackthorn has a special effect on me – a...
Ocean Breathing
Ocean Breathing – a Riddle Storm winds whip water into giant open mouths that lick air onto their tongues and swallow. Drifting down, we...
Edges on the way – a photo journey
There are some special edges I walk through or past on my way out to the place at the edge of the woods. This is...
Find the place at the edge
Find the Place at the Edge A path is disappearing between paths, with remains of a wooden step rotting and sinking into the earth....
The Edge of Spring
The dawn is the edge of the day – and it was like this today. As I walked up the green lane, what first caught...
A walk on the cold edge
Water from the last few weeks of rain still flows down the hollow of the green lane, but the edges are crisp with frost. As...
Rilke on being with the hard edges
Normally, I would only post my own poems on this blog, but this one deeply moves me and relates to the, sometimes, unbearably difficult times...
Feeling the edge between being and doing
I woke up in the middle of last night with what could only be called an anxiety. The fear was one of possibly being overwhelmed. ...
Winter Solstice
This is the winter solstice. Solstice is an edge, a place of change in terms of how the earth is placing itself in relation to...