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, 27 October 2013

Chatting at the barn



Hello everyone..I hope you can all hear me over the roaring wind. Here in Snowdonia the winds are battering the trees in my front garden and it can't decide whether to rain or not. Because nature can't decide, the rain is coming in great swathes and then stops as suddenley as it starts. The wind is definately in charge today. According to the weather reports we are only in a yellow zone so goodness knows what it is like if you're in a red zone. Just stay safe.
Todays card is from the magical Christmas Moments by Creative Crafting World. Alot of the time with the images from this cd..the image is so beautiful that I add very little to the card. On this one I have just added some glitter and a row of diecut snowflakes. Really the only thing that I have added is some twinkle.
I know that I have used this cd a lot this christmas but if like me..you love animals then this is the cd for you. There is not one image on here that I wouldn't use. I remember the old tale that at 12p.m. on Christmas Eve all the animals can speak. When I was a little girl the story seemed to be perfectly reasonable to me. I always wanted to go and hear them but no matter how hard I tried I just couldn't stay awake. But the memories of that magical time will stay with me and I can remember telling my son the same story when he was little.
Well the kettle is boiling and the crafting is calling. Wherever you are today take care and keep safe. Happy crafting
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