Soulfood Friday

Every Friday I'll be pausing to notice something from the week that has nourished my soul. 
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A special, sacred-everyday moment captured on camera, or perhaps a snippet from a book, a recipe still warm from the kitchen or something whimsical that simply made me smile.
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Here are a few simple things that have fed my soul this week. 

What has inspired/fed/nourished your soul this week friends? 
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"The wild god reaches into a bag
Made of moles and nightingale -skin
He pulls out a two-reeded pipe,
Raises an eyebrow
And all the birds begin to sing."

Extract from the poem  Sometimes a Wild God by Tom Hirons

Sometimes we forget about the wild God and the birds stop their singing in our lives.
We lose our hearing of their call, chatter and chant.
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"But here I have lost
the dialect of your hills,
my tongue has gone blind
far from their limestone roots..."

Extract from the poem "Oh, The Wild Trees of My Home" by Laurie Lee

Far from the Madding Crowd, like Bathsheba Everdene, our true love is close to home; friend of  simple rhythms, and homespun ways, like Gabriel Oak of the story, he is always found guarding the flock and the harvest, though the revelers forget and the storm of the world beyond rolls on unbound.

The cyclical nature of the seasons help us remember these truths, grounding us with their rhythms, traditions and festivities.


 

A copy of Tom and Rima's beautifully illustrated book  can be found here at Hedgespoken Press.

 
   

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