Our table in the kitchen  is...

Dawn breaks! Sunrays reach out and touch ...

Flowers of sun. Of Spain...

Can each of us a blessing be I ask? Do we recognise the shape it takes? Or do we let it pass?

“God lives within you as you! You of the empty space waiting to be filled You of the song nor sung or words not spoken. You of the heart waiting to be healed Within you.

“Oxford is beautiful Tread gently”