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, 28 June 2014

Tea in lilac

Todays card is another from Halcyan Days from Crafters Companion. There really is something about this cd that makes you want to get all your fabric embellishments and have a play. On this card I've added some ribbon and some fabric flowers.Whilst I was working with this card I spent some time looking through my other cds from Crafters Companion. Sometimes when you have a lot of cds you can sometimes forget which ones you do have. Since the shelf collapse, I've sorted all my cds into different now it is really easy to see what I have. For some reason I had forgotten the Moreheads cd from CC. I always have loved these cute yesterday saw me printing some pages out. So a nice crafting time later me thinks.

As I was wheeling Reg today..we stopped traffic once first car came along and Milky decided to sit in the middle of the road and just stare at the car. I'm calling her and apologising to the car driver until she decides to move. The second car came along and she did the same I ended up talking to the couple and they were interested in the houses. They were after a holiday home and seemed to like the area. But you can never many times people move here expecting to live the rural idyll and when things don't go the ways of their dreams, they hate the place and leave. I think the village is a little like either love it or hate it and there is no middle ground. What really annoys me is the people that move here and expect everyone else to fall into their way of thinking what country life should be. They moan about the amount of rain, the animals and everything that doesn't fall into their rural idyll image. Some of them have read too many country living books...not allowing for the fact that other people have their own way of living. Yesterday when I took Reg for a wheel there was a couple walking their 'fierce' dogs. They are here on holiday and really didn't like the fact that the cats came for a walk as well. They obviously thought that I was deaf because I was in the wheelchair and continued to talk and moan about the cats right behind me. As they passed me I said don't worry about the cats as they were used to dogs. You would think that I'd swore at them in seven different languages the way that they looked at me. Well each to their own I think.

I haven't forgotten about posting some zentangle but I will do it tomorrow as I have a lot of pictures to take and might as well do it altogether.The music for today has been a bit of Otis Reading and saw me singing least the cats don't seem to

Well a coffee has arrived at my side so happy days. I hope you have a really good weekend. I've got athletics to watch tomorrow so I will be extra happy. So until tomorrow..take care and happy crafting

1 comment :

  1. Lovely card-one a very good friend of mine would like.

    Your comments about the couple with the fierce dog made me chuckle-I can just picture the scene!!