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, 25 September 2014

Swing me right round

Todays card features another fabulous lady from Jiggery Makery.I just love these sassy ladies and enjoy everything about using them. I love to colour so that's the first hit and then I love to come up with the phrase to use with them. When I was colouring the image the song swing me right round kept going through my head and I thought why I typed the words out and stuck them round the image. I coloured the image using my copics. My only nervous minute was cutting the actual hula hoop but it was surprisingly easy. I mounted her onto a sheet of glitter board.

I'm sorry that I didn't get chance to blog yesterday but I had such a horrible day, I felt like finding a corner and hibernating. But I gave myself a good talking to and now I'm back on track. All day yesterday and the day before was spent talking to the coroner and writing letters to the coroner.It was so hard because I had to go over what happened again and again and it's like living in a nightmare. I was lucky that I had friends to support me and help me go things but it's still a harrowing experience. The coroner still hasn't decided on a date for the inquest. I know now it will be November at the very earliest. At this point he still hasn't decided who he is going to call. No matter how far along I'm managing to get, it still feels like that a black cloud that is the inquest is lurking over my head. I think to myself that I'm doing ok and then have a couple of days like the last 2 and it just brings the horror of it all back. But as always I'll have to get my big girl pants on and deal with it.

When I'm like this..I find that counting my blessings gets me through. My animals are one of my biggest blessings but sometimes they can push Jeffrey. By my chair I have a pile of plastic boxes containing my copics, inkpads and embellishments. They are always a bit precarious..always nearly falling over and I know I should move them but I use the contents every day. Well Jeff has decided that it's great fun to push them over. The worst thing about is that he pushes them over and then looks me straight in the face. As much to say what are you going to do now. He's managed to do it twice today so far and each time, after looking at me, he's run to his cat bed and lay a little angel. The air has been blue..but I shall continue to count him as a think.

Well the coffee is calling. Shepherds Pie for tea and scones again I think. I am hoping to make a ginger parkin sometime soon. Onwards and upwards I think. So until tomorrow, take care and happy crafting.

1 comment :

  1. Lovely card. One step closer to a date for the inquest. Good job you have your pets & crafting to keep you going.