I often talk about inspiration.
Inspiration for writers, for lovers, for carers, for life, and of course, for wildlife.
Inspiration for our beautiful planet and all with whom we share it.
Last week Maya Angelou left, and I discovered a friend I didn’t know I had.
I remember discovering Gerald Durrell, as a child.
Carers. Lovers of life in all its forms.
When we discover a truly inspirational book, theology or person; there is a feeling of the world pausing as they enter.
Do you agree?