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

Tuesday, 31 March 2015

Hydrangeas for my Grandmother.

Todays card is another from the 'One Summers Day' cdrom from Joanna Sheen. I have mounted the baking paper, main image and greeting onto some silver holographic card. The main image is decoupaged. I love this image of the hydrangeas..just because it brings memories of my Grandmother. My great great uncle was well know for growing them and my Grandmother always had some in a vase. Sometimes fresh and sometimes dried. I have the vase still...on my bathroom windowsill . The vase is from the 30's I has blue and lilac streaks and catches the light. Sometimes I find it strange that one object can bring so many memories..a chance glance back in time. 
The wind and rain have battered the mountains all night. I spent a cosy night curled up in bed with my furry little friends..I just wish sometimes that they'd give me a little more room. For a large lady, I seem to manage with only a small piece of the The rain has finally stopped for a while but the wind continues. When I was little, I always loved to be out in the wind. I loved the way it blew around me and somehow it made me feel like a wild creature.I loved to roam the fields with the wind blowing my hair everywhere. I really was an outdoor girl and was never happier than when I was out in the fields with my dog...we covered many miles..I remember picking wild flowers..sitting hidden in a corn field, with the corn blowing above my head. I can remember spending hours lying on my back in the corn field, watching the clouds go by. Oh the dreams I used to have. Sometimes I think when you're older it's important to find a new dream to follow and I think that is what I need to do. I need a purpose..a way ahead and I'm still searching. Since Henry, the hardest thing has been to find that purpose, for in there lies hope. When all your dreams for the future are swept away, it's hard to find the new even think that you have the right to a dream..but I hope I do.
Well the coffee is calling and I think a caffeine hit would be a good thing. Virgo man has just visited with Jack the dog. He didn't come in the house because Jack and the cats are yet to meet. The wind had blown lots of papers into my path and when he looked at them, they were from an address about 4 miles away..from a village that lies over the mountain from us. So goodness just how hard the wind blew last night,,lol. So I'm off to finish a couple of canvases and make a list of the next months work. So until tomorrow...take care and happy crafting
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