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Seeing the Wood for the Trees: Whoops there goes the last tiger
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Seeing the Wood for the Trees. Left over from the Middle Ages. Clinging to existence in a spinney by the ring-road: the last of the woodwosen talks of God, life and abandoned sofas. Monday, 20 September 2010. Whoops there goes the last tiger. A happy scientist announces that he has discovered a group of tigers living at altitude in the Himalayas. This is good news, he tells us, as the Indian tiger is going to be extinct everywhere else shortly and at least they'll be safe up in the Himalayas. I am prepar...
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Seeing the Wood for the Trees: An appearance
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Seeing the Wood for the Trees. Left over from the Middle Ages. Clinging to existence in a spinney by the ring-road: the last of the woodwosen talks of God, life and abandoned sofas. Saturday, 18 September 2010. Somebody has thrown a bike frame in the brook. Bicycles don't pollute. They leave us fresh air. They don't dump heavy metals on the road. They're quiet. So why has a cyclist chosen to pollute the brook? 18 September 2010 at 22:26. Brian Blessed should have confined himself to being Tiberius and Ti...
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Seeing the Wood for the Trees: Rabbits and the Rapture
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Seeing the Wood for the Trees. Left over from the Middle Ages. Clinging to existence in a spinney by the ring-road: the last of the woodwosen talks of God, life and abandoned sofas. Sunday, 19 September 2010. Rabbits and the Rapture. Strange creatures, rabbits. And surprisingly varied in their ecclesiastical behaviour. The foxes and kites, of course mostly reckon this is all just a giant rabbit myth designed specifically to encourage them to attack other animals instead. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom).
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Seeing the Wood for the Trees: On Vacation...
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Seeing the Wood for the Trees. Left over from the Middle Ages. Clinging to existence in a spinney by the ring-road: the last of the woodwosen talks of God, life and abandoned sofas. Wednesday, 6 October 2010. In a wood in Husborne Crawley. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Letting go of the need to suceed. I am preparing for Church Council meetings, it is an ongoing thing, and I guess I should not be surprised that the same questions of what we are going to d. The Church Mouse Blog. Frogs - and Rugby W...
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Seeing the Wood for the Trees: Atheists and Nazis
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Seeing the Wood for the Trees. Left over from the Middle Ages. Clinging to existence in a spinney by the ring-road: the last of the woodwosen talks of God, life and abandoned sofas. Friday, 17 September 2010. The Nazis, a mixture of Catholics and pagan revivalists, have really this in common with the Communist monsters - that they should both have read the Magnificat with fear:. He hath shewed might in his arm:. He hath scattered the proud in the conceit of their heart. And hath exalted the humble. Subsc...
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Seeing the Wood for the Trees: October 2010
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Seeing the Wood for the Trees. Left over from the Middle Ages. Clinging to existence in a spinney by the ring-road: the last of the woodwosen talks of God, life and abandoned sofas. Wednesday, 6 October 2010. In a wood in Husborne Crawley. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). Letting go of the need to suceed. I am preparing for Church Council meetings, it is an ongoing thing, and I guess I should not be surprised that the same questions of what we are going to d. The Church Mouse Blog. Frogs - and Rugby We took t...
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Seeing the Wood for the Trees: Autumn
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Seeing the Wood for the Trees. Left over from the Middle Ages. Clinging to existence in a spinney by the ring-road: the last of the woodwosen talks of God, life and abandoned sofas. Wednesday, 15 September 2010. Season of wasps and mouldy fruitiness. The apple tree was so promising in the spring, covered in pinky-white blossom so feminine it was almost embarrassing. And then at June the little apples were so perfect, so full of potential. The promise is there. One day, one day it will be right. Letter to...