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Anne M Scriven

Anne M Scriven

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In the woods

October 15, 2020 Anne M Scriven

October -- a thoughtful month sitting on the cusp of Winter, textured with sharpened mornings and darkening evenings. And, sometimes, like today, strewing our path with such sunlight through shimmering chameleon trees that it twirls our very souls. '... And I feel above me the day-blind starswaiting with their light. For a timeI rest in… Continue reading In the woods

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A lesson

October 3, 2020October 3, 2020 Anne M Scriven

The Latin scholars, or Evertonians amongst you, will be familiar with the meaning of nils satis nisi optimum -- which (roughly) translates as 'be satisfied only with the best'. This week, having stretched for a promoted post which would have afforded more responsibility and significantly more financial remuneration, I noted that when I heard I… Continue reading A lesson

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A Day Oot

September 6, 2020September 6, 2020 Anne M Scriven

Being married to a skilled Dog Listener has its advantages. While he worked his magic on stressed owners (the dogs knowing what they were doing all along), I whiled away the hours on a Fife beach, walking, watching, delighting in the whip of the wind and people at their Saturday play. The opening of Alastair… Continue reading A Day Oot

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A gift

August 22, 2020 Anne M Scriven

Brambles is the word I would call them, especially as we gathered these beauties locally, but will allow the late and great Seamus to call them as he wished.  Late August, given heavy rain and sun For a full week, the blackberries would ripen. At first, just one, a glossy purple clot Among others, red, green,… Continue reading A gift

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Drookit

August 4, 2020August 4, 2020 Anne M Scriven

'[Rain] came off the grey vastness of an Atlantic that threw itself against the land like a lover once spurned and resolved not to be so again. It came accompanied by seagulls and smells of salt and seaweed. It came with cold air and curtained light. It came like a judgement, or, in benign version,… Continue reading Drookit

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