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Emily Charlotte Powell's avatar

The first words from my mouth after listening and reading this post, are words I will not share verbatim (and I did, indeed voice them aloud). Mainly because the first was a rather strong expletive that escaped unbidden and might be misinterpreted negatively, when it was anything but. My vocabulary in that moment was not sufficient to express how utterly astounded I am, each time I read your words Chloe. These are sacred incantations arriving each fortnight where I worship at the feet of Death, and Birds, and Life and Love. I exited organised religion in my early twenties, never to return, but I do wonder whether here, in this place, we might organise our own religion, where Gloria might be our great teacher.

Many years ago, we (my husband and I) adopted chickens, including a beautiful, affectionate hen called Ginger. She would flap up onto our laps when we sat in the garden, lauding her status over the other hens, enjoying neck scratches and rewarding us with her purring (honestly no idea what to call that noise they make that you can feel reverberating through their slight bodies). I had forgotten, but Gloria has reminded me. Thank you always for your beautiful words x

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Veronika Bond's avatar

reading your description of Gloria, running towards you, wings flapping, spreading joy and excitement, I am reminded of our grandchildren, with whom we spent the past week in the Algarve. You are absolutely right ~ "To elicit genuine, joyful enthusiasm in another simply by being...." is truly a blessing.

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