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

Saturday, 7 December 2013

Christmas Dreams


Todays card is another from the 'Tulip' Docrafts decoupage range. This is really a lovely kit and the decoupage is so well worked out...there is real depth and all the little details make it something really special. All I have added is some snowflakes.This is an 8x8 card and as you can see it is a lovely size to make a focal point on a larger card.
Well it's rather chilly here in the mountains..the blanket is over my legs and I keep getting walked on by wet cats. Oh the joy of a wet paw on your I'm thinking of starting the wrapping of the presents today. Oh how I remember when Son was little and I had to wrap in secret. It usually found me on christmas Eve wrapping in the middle of the night. That's what happens when you live in a tiny cottage and most of the christmas presents are in friends houses round the village. But then it was always worth morning and the joy on his face when Santa had been. His very first christmas morning was spent by candlelight. The power went off on christmas eve and stayed off until late christmas day. I have a picture of him in his tartan babygro opening his presents by candlelight and it is one of my favourite pictures. It was such a long time ago but the memory is as fresh as if it were yesterday. One of my favourite sayings is that we don't remember days we remember moments and it's so true. It's all the little things in life that we cherish, as those glimpses can get us through the rough times.
The coffee is calling and I have decided to revamp the christmas wreath for the front door so after the caffeine I shall be searching out some glittery reindeers I think. So until tomorrow..take care and happy crafting.

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