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, 11 January 2015

A Kiss for Sunday

Todays card is made using another of my favourite cdroms from Joanna Sheen..The Joesphine Wall Collection. I just love this picture of the fairies kissing under the cascading lilac. I could quite happily use any of her images and find a card for anyone. I've kept this card very simple just because there is so much detail in the image. I have matted the image onto some silver mirri and added a greeting with a butterfly. I think that you could use this image for so many different occasions..valentines, anniversary, engagement besides of course birthdays or a just thinking of you card. With valentines day approaching love does seem to be in the air..even in this house.

Don't get me wrong's not me..I've given up on all that..I'm just becoming the cat and card But in the house love is all around. Tankie has taken up with Sprout. I keep finding them together..I think that their love for the electric blanket was what set them off. Now they seem to be always in a The other romance in the house is a long standing one...Twinkle and Icabod. I nearly wet myself laughing at their antics this morning.Twinkle has come on heat and the only way I can describe what she was doing ..was Poor Icabods face looked as if he was trying to disown her antics and she was just dancing to a tune in her own head. It went on for about half an hour and was just so funny. At the moment they are having a little sulk with each other..they are sitting back to back, ignoring each other.

At the moment, the weather seems to be at it's calmest for at least a week. I watched the weather report this morning and accordingly we should be having snow. I can't wait. But are they ever right. If I write on Tuesday that I'm sitting looking at the white stuff..they it did what they Ever since I was a child, the promise of snow has always been enough to send me a little giddy. There will always be to me a magic in watching it be looking at the sky watching the snowflakes, takes me back to being 5 years old asking my Grandmother will it last. I can remember one of her sayings that I couldn't understand when I was little...she said many times it's too cold to snow...which to me as a little one made no sense at all....until one day I found myself saying the very same thing to I can remember Henry and his best friend Pretty going sledging down the hills..when they came back, they used to be both bright red and soaking wet. But they had such a good time. I could sit by my window and here them laughing. Such memories make me smile.

Well the coffee is calling and the cats are driving me to the caffeine. They have all got their silly heads on and are racing around. Raven is sat on my legs of course and Milky is sat on the wing of my chair. All the others seem to be paying tag. I can only hope they play away from me when I start work in a So until tomorrow take care and happy crafting

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