by Carol Dixon, As a child I often played in the Pastures by the river Aln opposite Alnwick Castle and I was always fascinated how after the bareness of winter everything…
by Carol Dixon, There is not in the world a way of life more sweet nor more delightful than continual converse with God. (Brother Lawrence) I always enjoy the long…
by Carol Dixon When my youngest granddaughter first started school she loved to play cards with me to help with her numbers and her favourite game was ‘Clocks’ as she called…
by Carol Dixon, photos by Carol Dixon unless specified, People these days often refer to trees as the lungs of the planet but I wonder if they realise how they can…
by Carol Dixon One of my favourite versions of the Prayer of St Ignatius Loyola is a musical version by my friend, Revd. Sheila Hamil, and includes some beautiful pictures of…
by Carol Dixon Ring out, wild bells, to the wild sky, The flying cloud, the frosty light: The year is dying in the night; Ring out, wild bells, and let him…
by Carol Dixon A few years ago, our nativity play was enlivened by a small boy who had been running around getting in the way until one of the Junior Church…
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