28 Sunday Feb 2021
Posted in Community, Poetry, Psychology, Religion, Writing
Lammermuir shepherd Aidan’s translation earthly resignation
plague visitation
lapsed pagans Whitby Synod spiritual reputation
Pictish voyage
eyewitness miracles contemplative anachoresis preferred solitude
Lindisfarne assignation
Easter marginalia
nocturnal devotions
inner demons
remote oratory
strict denial
divine worship
incorrupt corpse
contemplative shepherd earthly solitude Lindisfarne miracles
spiritual voyage
09 Saturday May 2020
Posted in Community, Fashion, History, Nostalgia, Personal, Photography, Social Comment
celebrations of yesteryear
Photos by Candia Dixon-Stuart
11 Saturday Apr 2020
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Buscot Church. Photo by Candia Dixon-Stuart
07 Tuesday Apr 2020
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30 Thursday Jan 2020
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over the centuries… By Candia Dixon-Stuart
02 Monday Sep 2019
Photo by Candia Dixon-Stuart of taxidermy example in Kelvingrove Museum
05 Monday Aug 2019
Posted in Architecture, art, Community, Environment, Nostalgia, Personal, Photography, Social Comment, Summer
according to The Telegraph an uber-cool place to be.
Photos by Candia Dixon-Stuart. All Rights Reserved.
18 Thursday Jul 2019
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Chefchaouen, Morocco by Candia Dixon-Stuart
Influenced by Dufy
31 Friday May 2019
Posted in Community, History, Literature, Nature, Nostalgia, Poetry, Social Comment, Writing
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Adlestrop, chicory, Edward Thomas, Evenlode, Gloucestershire, Jane Austen, Napoleonic Wars, Syrian refugees, wistaria
Adlestrop Church
Photo by Candia Dixon-Stuart
The Post Office is closed; a flyer pokes
out of a letter-box; thin rivulet
trickles down a bridleway, aiming for
the Evenlode. A profusion of blue
chicory shivers in the breeze. The church,
sanctified by its topiary cross –
reminiscent of Jane Austen’s necklet
which she wore as she left the rectory
on merciful missions to village poor –
stood firm during Napoleonic Wars.
Its roof vault is as azure as that sky
the poet contemplated on his brief halt,
when his depression lifted on hearing
birdsong, which trilled above the hiss of steam.
From trenches, could he see that cloudless square?
When someone failed to set the station clock,
did Time itself revolt at what would come?
Could we also be on the brink of war?
Yet pale Wisteria seems to conquer
fear and heraldic tulips blazon hope.
A yellow poster in the bus shelter
promises that all money raised
from a talk on Edward Thomas will fund
Syrian refugees – will help those ‘wontedly,‘
or wantonly, driven out of their homes.
Who will attend? Some wealthy weekenders?
Thomas never actually made it here,
although his spirit is ubiquitous.
Pervasive silence invites us to pause,
in the name of Poetry and Beauty,
before all clocks are permanently stopped
and there are no more birds in Gloucestershire.
21 Sunday Apr 2019
Thoughts and prayers for all affected by the Sri Lankan attack earlier today. Our happiness is mingled with grief and outrage at the inhumane treatment of our fellow human beings. Father forgive them, for they know not what they do…
Photo by Candia
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Candia Comes Clean 