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

Sunday, 5 January 2014

Kanban Swing Rope

Todays card features a card from Kanban..a great card to make for a younger male. The pack features 2 toppers withn decoupage and a sheet of backing card. What doesn't show so well in the photo is the areas that are highlighted with small amounts of gold flashing. The really good thing about this card is that it allows you to make a card for boys of that difficult age. I know from personal experience that at a certain age boys love nothing better than climbing and swinging from ropes. There is a center around here that specializes in rope bridges, zip wires and everything that would scare me to death. But the boys (and many girls) love it. I have come to the conclusion that they are fearless. Even as a little girl, I didn't like heights...I can remember going to visit a local castle and you climbed higher and higher, ending up on a lege looking out...I don't know how they got me
It's still raining here, although I have to say the wind seems to have calmed down. There is a cold snap to the air and I wonder if we are going to have a cold spell. Sons birthday is the first of February and I can remember when I had was snowing outside. I wasn't allowed home for a week due to the bad weather. I always laugh that he was a snow baby. I do so love the snow and one of my cats called Raven loves it as well. She runs about in it like a puppy..even rolling about in it. A lot of my cats take it personally and will do nothing else but sit on the windowsill complaining. But Raven has always been a little different...barking at birds (well the cat equivalent), purtles instead of purring and loves to play with straws. If you have a straw in your drink at the beginning you won't have it by the end...Raven will have headed off with it.
Well the coffee calls...wherever you are I hope you have a good until tomorrow ..take care and happy crafting

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