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, 23 December 2013

Merry Christmas

Are you excited?..or you just worn out?...keep your chin'll be worth it. I' m excited to see what Son makes of his presents. This will be the last blog that I'll make in 2013 ...what a wierd thought. I will be back on the blog on January 1st. 2014
I would like to thank you all for your support and kindness. Your lovely comments have cheered me every day and sharing my blogging journey with you all has been a joy. I'm still learning and looking forward to continuing my journey in the new year
I'd liketo wish you all a very merry christmas and a wonderful new year. I hope you have a really great time.
Well the coffee until next year..take care and happy crafting

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