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  This Sunday evening across Scotland and native Scottish lands, There will be a fair few Burns night celebrations. It is the Scottish tradition known as Burns night. A Burns supper is a celebration of the life and poetry of the poet Robert Burns, the author of many Scots poems. The suppers are usually held on or near the poet's birthday, 25 January, known as Burns Night also called Robert Burns Day or Rabbie Burns Day. With haggis the main feast food eaten.   I think I only ever tried haggis once, I'm not scotish or have as far as I know  no Scottish anstestry.  Heres what I learnt about  it; Haggis is a traditional Scottish savoury pudding made from sheep’s offal (heart, liver, lungs), minced with oats, onions, suet, and spices, traditionally cooked in a sheep's stomach. It has a crumbly texture and nutty, peppery flavor. It is famously served with "neeps and tatties" (mashed swede and potatoes) on Burns Night. Um yes I can understand why not now. ...

I wrote this poem before I read my morning devotion. I also intended to join the early morning church prayer meeting.But God granted me sleep last night and a sleep in this morning, so I never made it to the prayer meeting,  Yesterday I was told I needed to be more joyful, I wasn't sure how to take it so I just parked it.  I guess the poem today reflects on yesterday's statement. I am trying to be positive in this current season, I've felt no anger and yesterday there were no tears.  Today's Bible devotional from 'Our daily bread' felt relevant to the current circumstances.  I wanted to share it with you as a blessing and encouragement. https://www.odbm.org/en-GB/devotional/devotional-category/comfort-of-god I don't know the relevance of the image, I saw it on the Oswestry Facebook book page and it just intrigued me. I know the photographer and have been granted permission to use it.  Church bells primarily call people to worship and mark significant moment...

*This is the first piece of writing I am able to physically share in my present situation, warning tissues are essential*  THROUGHOUT THIS SEASON  By Sarah Joy Holden  God hold onto my hand  Catch my every tear Wisdom to understand  Remove whatever I fear  Lord, Hold me close  Never ever let me go God of faith and love  Anchor in the storm Take from me any guilt  In this I am not to blame  Give me peace in the night  One small step at a time  God my ever present light  With you I am never alone  Cast out the shadows of doubt  Grant over me your peace There is an unseen reason  One I shall not wallow  Throughout this season  There's a brighter rainbow  Let this be my daily prayer  Wherever I am found to be  Whatever is now ahead   Allow me space and time  May I continue to serve you  To show your love and grace  In the best way I'm physically able  This i...

  THE BACKGROUND TO THE STORY: You may have read this story sometime ago by author Sarah Joy Holden (16 June 2025). It was written in Sarah's infancy as a writer and at a time she realised that she was not a story writer as a story writer should be.  Over the Christmas period Sarah rediscovered this piece of writing and now with a better experience in writing has updated it, mainly grammer and creating the characters profiles. It is not going to be published as in a story book format, just for our pleasure.  STRANGER ON THE TRAIN : Written by Sarah Joy Holden  It was a chilly late morning in February, and the railway station at Bayern has just witnessed the early morning rush hour. Arriving at the station just after the rush hour commute is a young lady called Bernadette. She is a single lady in her mid -forty’s, medium build and jet-black curly hair. Bernadette works in the civil service, often working full four hours days a week. She regularly has to commute by pu...