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

Monday, 20 April 2015

JB-Crafting Supplies...House Mouse Decoupage cdrom from Joanna Sheen

Todays card is a design team make for the wonderful JB-Crafting Supplies, using the latest House Mouse cdrom from Joanna Sheen. As most of you know, I just adore House Mouse, Gruffies and Happy Hoppers and they are all featured on this cdrom. Every image has it's decoupage on the same sheet. For this little card, I simply did the decoupage and placed the image onto a card. What a perfect little image for a friend who knits. It brings a smile to my face every time I look at it. I do know however that in my house there would be a group of cats just dying to cause

The sun is shining here in the mountains today and I feel a little bit overwhelmed by what is going on. I had a phone call on Friday concerning Henrys inquest. It is a horrible thing to have waiting. The coroners office called and said that it may be at the end of July but it all depends on whether every one is available. So now we are playing the waiting game. Until everyone has been contacted and confirmed that they are available, we are still in the air. No matter how well I think that I am coping with all this..I know that the inquest is still looming and I think that I really won't know where I am until a final date has been set. So many things are going to come up and you never know how people are going to behave or what they will say. I feel as if Henry is being lost in all this official procedure. They all talk about Henry but they never knew him and what a truly amazing lad he was. At the moment  I feel as if I'm in a food processor with all my emotions and thoughts just going round and round.I am lucky that I know that I will have two friends with me when the time comes....but I would just feel better if I knew when it was going to be. Mind you I may feel worse when I know a date...I can't say. With loving Henry as I do and losing him as I did...I feel as if it's still a nightmare that I get to live. Deep breath..big girl pants on, and count my blessings..that's the only way to go I think.

Well the coffee is calling and I hope that Sparkle will arrive. I haven't seen him so far today and I think it's about time he All the cats are very quiet today..all the full tummies are being slept off I think. It never ceases to amaze me how starving they are every This is despite the fact that they have biscuits to chomp all night. But every morning..there they are...all telling me it must be weeks since they last I'm off to do some work, so until tomorrow...take care and happy crafting.
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