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

Saturday, 22 November 2014

Candy cane santa


Todays card features this lovely topper, which makes me smile every time I see it. The image is decupagedand I mounted it onto some toning green paper. I edged the paper with a glittery peeloff I'm still up to my knees in christmas crafting and for the first year ever I'm finding it really hard.People tell me all the time that the first christmas after losing Henry would be the hardest..but I could never imagine the feelings that erupt at the strangest times. You see..christmas was our special time..we loved all the planning and we had a lot of traditions..some passed down from my own childhood and at this time of year we would be caught up in all the excitement. It seems so wrong not to be planning what I would surprise him with and looking forward to it all .Over the years I have lost so many people and christmas has got to be smaller and smaller. Now as it stands there is really only me. I have no family left and if it wasn't for friends I wouldn't have anyone. Memories of christmas past flood my mind...and today..seeing all the adverts on the television, the films on all the channels and talking to people planning their own christmas..it's as if I'm seeing it all through a wall of glass. I can see it all but can't touch or engage with it all. Perhaps I need to count my blessings..I know that Henry would want me to carry on and make the most of it. When I've been making cards this week, I've found it all so hard. So I think that I've got to get a grip..I need to be thinking of all the good
times, all the wonderful memories and most of all..the happiness that I was lucky enough to know.

I'm planning to have a christmas dinner with a friend..so at least that will keep me busy. I think that, that may be the answer..to keep so busy that I don't have time to think. I've been organising things for a tombola in the village hall and that has been fun. Finding a place to put the stuff away from Jeffrey has been a nightmare. At this very moment the box is on the couch with 2 cushions and a teddy on top. It seems to be the best bet because if it was in a room I couldn't see it..the chances are he would be in it. What is it with cats and boxes?

Well the coffee is calling and I'll be giving myself a good talking to..lol. A friend has just brought me a box of chocolates..so I may have one while I count my blessings. After all I'm truly blessed with my friends and animals..so until tomorrow..take care and happy crafting
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