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

Friday, 10 October 2014

The Reg and The Rave

Today I thought I would share a picture of faithful hound and of Rave..the computer sitter. I have a great pile of cards to photograph but the weather and light are just so bad that I've decided to leave it until tomorrow. The weather here is being very changeable here at the moment Last night I was woken by the thundering rain on the roof. It was so loud, all the animals ran to me and they all sat on the bed looking at the ceiling.I wouldn't be surprised if it hadn't flooded the roads in someplaces. There are areas around here that seem to flood at the drop of a hat..certain areas of the lanes seem to fill very quickly. Many times when flooding has been reported here, I have had phonecalls to find out that I'm ok and I always say I'm fine as it's all down hill from One of my friends used to live in a cottage in the lower part of the village and everytime it rained heavily the cottage would flood. Thinking about didn't actually flood as such...the water wanted to come in the back door and wanted to go it's own way to the front door, turning a corner on it's The answer seemed to be to open both doors and just let it do it's own thing. It must have been flowing that way for many years.

And here is little homebody. She is the one out of the whole family who really prefers to be at home, sitting by my side..well actually on me...or the computer depending on what I'm doing. She is a very determined young lady and has been since she was born,She is very special to me as I delivered her and the rest of her litter. Her Mother was called Batty and had arrived here as a rescue who was expecting. She was a beautiful black girl and I still miss her. She sadly died about a year after she'd had the kittens. Raven is the only of my cats that makes a barking noise at the birds. We realised just last week that the noise that she makes is very similar to the call of the raven. It seems as if she lives up to her

Well the coffee is calling and I've lots of work to do.I hope that the weather is being kind to you. Wherever you are I hope you keep dry and warm. Until tomorrow..take care and happy crafting.

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