This is a book to be read and savoured over time. From her poustinia, (a place of prayer), a simple wooden hut at the bottom of her garden, through her own poetry, insights and faith Judy sheds light on what it often means to be human.
In the front of her book she has the following words from Maya Angelou:
A bird doesn’t sing because it has an answer;
It sings because it has a song.
And Judy has a song – a song, honed out of a lifetime’s experience. A song that resonates with many of us. Honed out of shattered dreams and disappointments, illness and depression, out of love and support from Dave, her husband and the community of Tymawr amongst others, Judy invites us in the words of Kahil Gibran, to ‘accept the seasons of our hearts’.
Month by month Judy invites us to accompany her through the changing seasons of the year until in the final chapter she writes: ‘now there is an awareness that not only is there treasure at the bottom of my garden, but I am part of that treasure – as are you’. In the words of Richard Rohr: ‘the ultimate lesson is always resurrection’
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