Harmonising with others...

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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fqXQ-hn1TTc&index=21&list=PLfE85nSc6Y4wCCF4wsMoErjsUJscEu28A

This week I've been learning to sing Russian harmonies with a group of 20 adults at Cortijo Romero in southern Spain. I feel a deep  kindship with this music. It resonates with some of the words of 2016 I want to bring forward into 2017:







Some of  the most poignant words and ideas of 2016 (for me), surge forward with this music:


'What would your situation (your Life/current challenge) look like if you looked at it though your kindest eyes?’
Rene August.

‘Quiet thoughts mend the body.’ Anon.

‘Quiet minds cannot be perplexed or frightened, but go on in fortune or misfortune at their own private pace, like a clock during a thunderstorm.' R.L.Stevenson.



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