Coming down out of the freezing sky with its depths of light, like an angel, or a Buddha with wings, it was beautiful, and accurate, striking the snow and whatever was there with a force that left the imprint of the tips of its wings — five feet apart — and the grabbing thrust of its feet, and the indentation of what had been running through the white valleys of the snow — and then it rose, gracefully, and flew back to the frozen marshes to lurk there, like a little lighthouse, in the blue shadows — so I thought: maybe death isn’t darkness, after all, but so much light wrapping itself around us — as soft as feathers — that we are instantly weary of looking, and looking, and shut our eyes, not without amazement, and let ourselves be carried, as through the translucence of mica, to the river that is without the least dapple or shadow, that is nothing but light — scalding, aortal light — in which we are washed and washed out of our bones. Author

Monday, 16 September 2013

A Robin in the holly

This is a card that I'm asked to make every christmas. It is from a very unlikely source...Joanna Sheens Ivory Cats cdrom. I've matted the image and the backing paper onto a christmas red card. The image itself I've glittered. I've embellished using holly leaves from the Signature die range. It is a great christmas in the country image. It is very similar to a view that I see every day. I am very lucky to live here in Snowdonia and when I look out of my windows all I can see is the mountains. Today the tops are covered in mist, the rain is falling and all my cats have decided that the couch is the best
place to be. It's an ideal day to spend crafting. So whatever the weather is like with you..take care and happy crafting.

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