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, 19 June 2014

Rabbit in the Daisies


Todays card features this fabulous rabbit from Pollyanna Pickerings dvdrom British Wildlife. This dvd rom is brought to us crafters by the wonderful team over at Creative Crafting World.This is a very simple card to make as the imagery is so vivid and detailed that I didn't do anything but mount the image and backing paper on a toning card and added a greeting and ribbon. Sometimes when I look at Pollyannas artwork it is amazing to think that it is a painting and not a photograph. The detail that she captures really takes your breath away.

As I wheeled Reg today I wondered as I wheeled, about people who say how quiet it is in the country. I have never thought that it is quiet here. Yes there are no sounds of traffic but there are plenty of other sounds. As I sat I listened and there was not one quiet moment...the birds sank. the local magpie chattered at the cats...the sheep baaed and the cows were mooing. The wind rustled through the trees and the bees were buzzing on the wild raspberry bush. The longer that I sat the more sounds I could hear. And I came to the conclusion that it is because the sounds that we hear are gentle sounds. There is no harsh traffic noise. I suppose that the lane here has sounded the same as it did this morning for many a year. I am really blessed to be able to live in such a beautiful place. And yet there are people who prefer to live in built up places and they love the sounds of city life. I have a friend who loves to watch the motorway from her house. Especially at night...she says it looks like coloured ribbons. Each to their own. I have spent some time in my youth in towns and cities...when I looked out of the window all that I could see were other buildings...no green to be seen. And I always said that I would go back to live in the country and I did. And I'm grateful every day.

Well the coffee is calling and I'm glad to say that today I intend to craft away for a couple of hours. I have some design team cards to do and a couple of orders...my mojo has decided to come back. So until tomorrow..take care and happy crafting.
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