For skies of couple-colour as a brinded cow;
For rose-moles all in stipple upon trout that swim;
Fresh-firecoal chestnut-falls; finches’ wings;
Landscape plotted and pieced – fold, fallow, and plough;
And áll trádes, their gear and tackle and trim.
All things counter, original, spare, strange;
Whatever is fickle, freckled (who knows how?)
With swift, slow; sweet, sour; adazzle, dim;
He fathers-forth whose beauty is past change:
Praise him.
– Gerard Manly Hopkins
The resonance of church bells across Europe, and indeed across the world has become a rare and rarer occurrence. This is been deliberate as the bells carry specific frequencies for healings. Let us bring back these amazing tools into the collective.
I’m having a wonderful trip around the Iberian Peninsula at the moment. My first stop was Sintra Portugal where I hosted a retreat and now I’m in Spain, visiting Andalucia. Please forgive my absence for not being on social media the last few weeks. I look forward to sharing more with you in the coming weeks
