Tag Archives: love

Light the Way: Beltane, 2017

Posted on April 30, 2017 by Sheila N

Feel the power of the earth, wherever you are. It may be your garden; it may be a friend’s, or, perhaps, your local park. Better still, a wood, a meadow, a glade. Even, perhaps, a hill or mountain side, with … Continue reading →

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Like Wheat that Springeth Green: Easter

Posted on April 16, 2017 by Sheila N

Most adults accept that, even after great loss, in some form at least, love will come again. After bereavement, though grief never truly leaves us, there is always love enough out there for new friendships, perhaps a new partner, or … Continue reading →

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30 Years Amongst the Brits

Posted on August 17, 2016 by Sheila N

Thirty years ago today, I was walking through Heathrow Airport, when I saw a policeman, and thought to myself, They really do wear those hats. Does Eng-a-land swing like a pendulum do? Do bobbies on bikes ride two by two? … Continue reading →

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“Survivor”: a Poetic Blog

Posted on December 13, 2015 by Sheila N

Women aren’t from Venus, and men aren’t from Mars. Unless of course the woman in question really is from the planet Venus, and the chap is from Mars. In which case, that’s got the potential for one hell of a … Continue reading →

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“For the Love We Bring”

Posted on June 2, 2015 by Sheila N

Warning: possible sweariness, certain soppiness. “Don’t treat your blog as your best friend.” Which is sound advice. Because this blog is never going to buy me a drink at the pub tonight, or ring up unexpectedly, and suggest we go … Continue reading →

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