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The previous four posts were all from Coastal Connections held this morning.
Our next meetup will be on Wednesday 10th June at 10:00 via Zoom.
It will be facilitated by Lesley.
See you in two weeks!!
Closing words from the congregation of First Unitarian Universalist Society of Exeter (USA)![]()
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Go in peace.![]()
Speak truth.![]()
Give thanks each day.![]()
Respect the earth, and all creatures, for they are alive like you.![]()
Care for your body. It is a wondrous gift.![]()
Live simply.![]()
Be of service. ![]()
Be guided by your faith and not your fear.![]()
Go lightly on your way. ![]()
Walk in a sacred manner.![]()
❤️
To The Sea by Philip Larkin![]()
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To step over the low wall that divides![]()
Road from concrete walk above the shore![]()
Brings sharply back something known long before –![]()
The miniature gaiety of seasides.![]()
Everything crowds under the low horizon:![]()
Steep beach, blue water, towels, red bathing caps,![]()
The small hushed waves’ repeated fresh collapse![]()
Up the warm yellow sand, and further off![]()
A white steamer stuck in the afternoon –![]()
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Still going on, all of it, still going on!![]()
To lie, eat, sleep in hearing of the surf![]()
(Ears to transistors, that sound tame enough![]()
Under the sky), or gently up and down![]()
Lead the uncertain children, frilled in white![]()
And grasping at enormous air, or wheel![]()
The rigid old along for them to feel![]()
A final summer, plainly still occurs![]()
As half an annual pleasure, half a rite,![]()
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As when, happy at being on my own,![]()
I searched the sand for Famous Cricketers,![]()
Or, farther back, my parents, listeners![]()
To the same seaside quack, first became known.![]()
Strange to it now, I watch the cloudless scene:![]()
The same clear water over smoothed pebbles![]()
The distant bathers’ weak protesting trebles![]()
Down at its edge, and then the cheap cigars,![]()
The chocolate-papers, tea-leaves, and, between![]()
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The rocks, the rusting soup-tins, till the first![]()
Few families start the trek back to the cars.![]()
The white steamer has gone. Like breathed-on glass![]()
The sunlight has turned milky. If the worst![]()
Of flawless weather is our falling short,![]()
It may be that through habit these do best,![]()
Coming to water clumsily undressed![]()
Yearly; teaching their children by a sort![]()
Of clowning; helping the old, too, as they ought.
The Seal Lullaby by Eric Whitacre![]()
Oh! Hush thee, my baby, the night is behind us,
And black are the waters that sparkled so green.
The moon, o'er the combers, looks downward to find us,
At rest in the hollows that rustle between.![]()
Where billow meets billow, then soft be thy pillow,
Oh weary wee flipperling, curl at thy ease!
The storm shall not wake thee, nor shark overtake thee,
Asleep in the arms of the slow swinging seas!![]()
Asleep in the arms
Of the slow swinging seas!