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On the need to take even strokes—A meditation on some words by Henry Bugbee

Even the gods speak of God: The Primacy of Appreciation—a meditation on a poem by David Whyte and some words by Edward F. Mooney

Immediate tactile, visceral answers in the breeze—the mysticism of wide open eyes

A note about Parmenides, Serverino and Kingsley and some photos of Fulbourn and Fulbourn Fen

Some Thoreauvian thoughts on the need for "immersion in places we cherish" and a few photos taken whilst walking through "Parsonage Copse", Devon

Henry Bugbee's "even strokes" and a ‘somewhat absolute’ in experience