You are the voice that speaks

in the chaos of the day.

You are the hand that holds

in the darkness of the night.

You are my going out and coming in,

You are my waking and resting,

You are the heart of me.

Powerful, compassionate,

refreshing, renewing,

peacebringing,

healer.

God's in the detail as well as the bigger picture..

A splash of colour at Wallington last Sunday.

My world is forever Denby!

Cragside upper car park last Thursday. Winter is reluctant to leave despite the sun.

Spring

I'm surprised that such a small thing can lift my spirit. Just one glimpse of fragile growth can make Spring a reality. The day is brighter, the darkness of winter driven back, the soil takes on new life.

The hope of days to come when those first green shoots become many. Their green-tipped white petals merge into glorious yellows followed by the luxury of pinks and reds.

A time of hope. A time to come out of winter rest. A time to grow.

Druridge on a winter's day. perfection.

A new venture, a different kind of wild place, a new year.