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

Thursday, 13 October 2016

31 Days of Halloween....Day 13

Today's page for the 31 days challenge features this wonderfully gruesome image from the fabulous Rick St. Dennis. I had two quotes that I wanted to use but couldn't I put them both on. I do love the one that says only in darkness can you see colours. I don't know why but it really appeals to me.I find that sometimes when you are going through a really hard time do the colours seem brighter. It's as if the hard time that you're having makes everything seem differently in the world and you are sometimes so raw that every thing else seems to be in high definition. I remember after I lost Henry, it was as if I was disconnected to the rest of the world and it seems almost wrong that the world and life was continuing without my Henry in it. I remember looking out of my window and watching the colours changing in the landscape..and they did seem so bright compared to my world that seemed to be grey. Now I am happy to say it is that very landscape that makes my life a little brighter. I get so much pleasure watching the seasons change and feel privileged that I am here to see it. 

The sun is shining here in the mountains but I have to say that it is bitterly cold. A sign in itself that the seasons are changing. The leaves are falling already..and Raven loves it. She can be seen on the studio roof chasing after them. For some reason Simon and Gannie love to carry holly leaves in and make a collection. Why holly I cannot fathom. You would think that they would find pleasure in something less I am glad to say that Nicademus is a lot better today. He spent the afternoon and half the evening on the couch and then went out for an hour. He is back on the couch today and it is only the bald patch that tells of his incident. All the rest of the tribe are outside. It may be a time to do some painting if only I could find the paint I looked and looked for it last night and still couldn't find must be in a very safe place. Goodness only knows how in this small room I could manage to lose the paint..mind you it has probably gone to the same place as my metal Christmas charms. I bought them really early this year, put them into a box ready for when I began Christmas crafting..and can I find them..not a

Well the coffee is calling and then it will be time to get down to some serious sorting. Enough of putting it off...there are 8 A4 boxes of paper that need to be sorted and put away. You never know what treasures will turn until tomorrow..take care and happy crafting
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  1. You will probably find lots of things
    that you didn't even know you had
    misplaced. that's my usual problem.
    the ghost looks like he's going to
    fly out of the picture.
    thanks for sharing.

  2. That is one seriously scary ghoul.

  3. Yikes, that's a scary fellow!
    So happy to hear Nicademus is doing better.