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, 30 November 2014

Angels and a Sprout

Todays card is from one of my favourite christmas cdroms...Victorian Christmas..triple cdrom by Joanna Sheen. I just loved this image of the two little angels. When I was little I was convinced that everyone has a guardian angel. I thought that they spent their days watching over you and even if they couldn't stop bad things happening..they would always be there to make you feel better after the event. Isn't it strange what our younger selves thought was the absolute truth. I'm a great believer that we all still need a little magic in our lives. That it's totally plausible to believe in things we can't see. I always told Henry that people will always find things to bring themselves comfort and that there was nothing wrong with long as it wasn't hurting any other person or creature. Sometimes life can be a hard place and sometimes we all feel that we need a source of comfort and security. It's like when you are safe and warm in bed and there is a storm raging can listen to the storm and just be grateful that you are where you are. Sometimes when I fuss one of my cats and I can see the love and trust in their faces..I'm so thankful for having them in my life.

And with that thought in mind...I thought that today I would share with you all a picture of one of my family...Sprout

 Here he is. He really has come so far.From not even wanting to look at a human being because they had caused him nothing but the bundle of bed hugging cuddle monster that he is now. In the new year I will try and get a picture of all the you will then know who it is I'm rambling on You may think that Sprout is an odd name...maybe not when you think what I've called the others. We called him Sprout because he arrived just before christmas one year  and Henry had just said that you have to have a sprout at christmas..and so we did. When he first came he didn't want to be any where near people and would hide. I will always remember the first time he cameover to me of his own accord...I was reading a book and felt something on my leg..I just supposed it was one of the others and glanced over to see Sprout walking so slowly towards me. I stroked him and he then ran off..but it was the start. you wouldn't recognise him as the same he runs up to you and meows demanding fuss. Bless him. As long as I live I will never understand why people have animals that they aren't willing to look after properly or love. My animals are one of the major blessings in my life and my life would be so much less without them in it

Well the coffee is calling. I must tell you that I managed to get all my cards finished for the fair and my friend the pa has taken them to sell for me...or not depending on the visitors to the fair. Keep your fingers crossed for me..I would like to sell a few. I will let you know how it all went tomorrow. At least it's a nice day for it. The sun is shining and the sky is blue. The very first christmas fair that I was involved with in the village..some 20 odd years was hammering down. The rain was sideways and there was a raging wind. Never had so many women had to run so fast with a tray of mince So until tomorrow...take care and happy crafting.

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