l don`t know anything much except always see the creator in nature.

 In Psalm 139, the Psalmist praises God whom he says “created my inmost being … [and] knit me together in my mother’s womb”.8 God’s knowledge of the Psalmist goes back to his creation in the womb when he “was made in the secret place”.9 God saw his “unformed body”, that is, God saw the Psalmist as an embryo.10

It follows that the human soul must be present from conception. Body and soul cannot be separated until death.

Then walked along cliff.. rain came.. it poured heavy, stopped then this thing of beauty appeared.

Shone brightly... l don`t know anything much

except always see the creator in nature.

• Secularisation is where religious ideas and institutions lose their social significance.

SO How do you value nature and such beauty if don`t recognise a maker behind the image.l feel that huge part of our responsibility under God is to look after the earth he created as God’s under-managers (Genesis 1:28).

Everything 

appears 

to be dying

as winter arrives.

Well dying is to strong a word,changing seasonally, Birds flown south, weather changed, some people l know hankered down for sharp winter season.

`Christmas's calls` going out from the shops.TV schedules changed, warm clothing's required.

Funny place to be, rural community as seasons change, lot of cafes closed, harbour is empty. Days slower, People communicate differently.

its just strange..noticed it more after pandemic..feel far few,enjoyed isolation. 

Autumn

Alexander  In the dreamy silence Of the afternoon, a Cloth of gold is woven Over wood and prairie; And the jaybird, newly Fallen from the heaven, Scatters cordial greetings, And the air is filled with Scarlet leaves, that, dropping, Rise again, as ever, With a useless sigh for Rest—and it is Autumn.

Took a while but worth getting wet to picture this view for you!