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, 28 September 2014


Todays card is another from the fabulous Waters Edge brought to us crafters by Design House. Everything I have used on this card prints out on one sheet. I have mounted the image onto some green card, as well as the border.The backing paper is also on the matching set. The images on this cd are all beautiful and work well for ladies or gentlemen. A really nice cd to have in your library. I was looking at my cds yesterday and am always astounded by the variety of images that I have contained in it. I also realised that I have a whole shelf of christmas themed ones. Perhaps it is the fact that I'm a christmas nut. I have been planning with my friend, spending a weekend doing all the die cutting ready for festive card making. Last year I must have cut out at least 500 I plan to get organised this year, putting all the different ranges in separate boxes.

The sun is shining here in the mountains today and all the cats are stretched out on the studio roof. It's definitely getting cooler at nights now and all the furbabies were in last night. As the weather gets colder and colder, I always end up with less and less bed. Reg always sleeps on the bed and all the cats as it gets colder,want to be nearer him. I end up on the edge. It doesn't seem to matter what size bed I have either. At one time I had a king sized bed, now I have a single..and I always end up on the At the moment Reg is hoping for some dog treats and is giving his pathetic face to my friend..trying to convince him that he's going to fade away if he doesn't have another gravy bone.Anyone that knows Reg knows what a rotund little boy he is. When I first got Reg, the vet told me always to keep him that I could feel his ribs, as he has an extra long spine with very short legs and th vet said if his weight wasn't kept down , he could have real problems in later life. Well it has been years of convincing Reg that he doesn't need any more treats. He always has been a greedy little boy and the battle about the extra gravy bone has always But I'm glad to say that he has never had any problems with his back..bless him..but he can't half do a pathetic face.

Well the coffee is calling and lots of work to do. I hope you have a great until tomorrow..take care and happy crafting

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