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On many an idle day have I grieved over lost time. But it is never lost, my lord. Thou hast taken every moment of my life in thine own hands.

Hidden in the heart of things thou art nourishing seeds into sprouts, buds into blossoms, and ripening flowers into fruitfulness.

I was tired and sleeping on my idle bed and imagined all work had ceased. In the morning I woke up and found my garden full with wonders of flowers.

(81 in R Tagore's Gitanjali)


Over the years your words in person, on a page and now online and MP3, have richly blessed me and enriched my thinking. Happy happy birthday wee Stocki! Look forward to reflections on your 60th, 70th, 80th and all future birthdays!! Dx

Hermes kelly Birkin

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