Sit and be quiet for a while, or walk in the garden.
What do you hear? I heard the wind blowing around my head and catching the pages of my book with a flick. A cock crows. A baby cries. A car hums by on rubber wheels.
What thoughts come into your head?
I think of a friend of mine who is very far away.
I think of other Good Fridays, queuing with my mother for fish and hot cross buns, walking through the city of Jerusalem, walking up a mountain in the Lake District.
I think of hens. How they like to peck in the dirt. How friendly and funny they can be.
Ten minutes. What can you hear? What thoughts come into your head?
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