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

Thursday, 12 December 2013

Sitting with the Snowman

Todays card is from the charming Giordano Christmas cdrom brought to us by Joanna Sheen. I have mounted the image onto some christmas red card and added a backing paper from my stash. I seem to collect papers like most ladies I know collect shoes. I have crafting friends who also love collecting papers and they often say for every paper that you should have 3 pieces of it. One to use, one to keep and one to love the Giordano cdroms. The every day one and the christmas one have really lovely images of animals on both. They play a useful role in my crafting library.
I thought that I would never get to blog today..blogger didn't want to play and when it decided it would computer played up. I shall have to look into one with a bigger memory in the new year. But I won't be telling Son. He has been telling me all year that I need a new one and I would hate to prove him As much as I love him sometimes he has a really annoying habit of doing the I'm a man and I'm right. Sometimes I'm amazed that I managed my life at all without his imput...such is his teenage view on The real trouble is that I can remember back to when I was a teenager..and I was so much perhaps I should just keep quiet.
Today is a miserable rainy day here in the mountains..we are back to living in Brigadoon...the mists are down and the rain is constantly hammering. Even the cats look depressed today. And now it's dark as well. I'm still hoping for a white christmas. Even a bit of frost would be pleasant today. I think I shall have to glitter something to lift my
So the coffee is calling...wherever you are I hope you are having a good until tomorrow..take care and happy crafting.

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