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, 19 October 2014

Gentle Vintage

Todays card is one I made a while ago but it's just one that I love. I think it's just the real vintage type of card that I love to play around with. The pictures are from the Aspire range. The backing paper is from Joanna Sheens Age of Elegance cdrom which features some stunning William Morris designs. How I wish I could afford some William Morris designed wallpaper or fabric. Maybe that's something I could save for...maybe for the bedroom...maybe for the parlour..but not until next year. I'm still recovering from the week of legs don't want to move and my back is hurting alot. In fact I'm such a moaning minny today, I think that even the cats have had Really though I feel as if I will have to have a couple of days off moving and then I'll be able to do something else. My friend the electrician is coming on Monday to sort out the finishing of my new electrics in the kitchen. On the chimney breast wall I'm going to hang Henrys guitar and I'm having a spotlight put over it. And just as exciting is the fact that I am having a bank of electrical sockets, so that all my kitchen machines will finally have plugs of their more extension leads for me..yipee. I will be having new cupboards and another side of worktop as well..I really won't know I can't believe that it's took me 20 years to get to this point. Life just got in the way and Henry was always more important than a new kitchen. I have some wonderful memories of the old kitchen...even with all the chaos...happy christmas dinners, friends round and mad cats landing on the dinner table but I suppose things change..and they have really done that this year. At least the cottage will always be filled with happy memories of Hen and the joy that he brought to my life. From now on my intentions are to always honour his memory by doing the best I can do and remembering to count my blessings.

Here in the mountains today, the wind is blowing round and  round the valley. We have had many a green bin taking itself down the The poor tree in the front is taking a battering and most of the cats are not venturing out.As I'm writing this I'm listening to the sounds of the eighties..gosh it takes me back. First it was Through the Barricades by Spandau Ballet and now it's When Doves Cry by Prince...I loved them both. I'm showing my age Isn't it strange how music takes you back to a time and a place. Sometimes you get a remembrance of the person you were then and how your life has changed...and how much you have changed as a person. If someone had told me back then that I would be where I am now, doing a job I love so much, living in a place that I love as much..I would not have believed I often say that I feel the same as back then..but I'm just a little bit wiser in the ways of the world. I certainly don't feel like a middle aged

Well the coffee is calling my name and seeing as the legs are not in the mood for's the perfect day to craft. So until tomorrow...take care and happy crafting.

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