| Sun |
Jul 26, 2007 3:06 pm
Mood: gloomy, 357 Views |  | I have a dream; it involves a beautiful beach, white sands sifting through my bare toes, sun, drenching me with warmth....the reality is England has had rain now for almost 2 months, with barely a glimpse of sun. It's making me feel depressed. Then I think of all the people in the world who do not have enough water to drink and I feel a bit guilty.
But still, I just want some sun......please!!! Anyone who wants to send me some by red cross parcel, just put your names on here ....lol! |
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| The Christmas Concert |
Jul 23, 2007 4:53 pm
299 Views | Make my way to the stage
Stand in front of the mic
And take a deep breath
Try not to notice the 300 people
Sitting in front of me
Oh No! I think my voice will waiver
The nerves are still there, in my throat
My legs are wobbly, can hardly stand
The music starts and I feel different
Solemn in my endeavours to tell
This story to the best of my ability
The room is silent; the spotlight is on me
I wish it were on someone else!
I start to sing and the nerves evaporate
And I feel invincible
It's the high note next and gosh, I hit it!
I'm on a roll now, immersed in the story
Of the child Saviour of the world
That wondrous tale, that makes me
Weep with joy, but not tonight
I'll save the tears for later. | |
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| Reflecting |
Jul 22, 2007 2:36 pm
335 Views | I've been thinking about my children today. I remember my eldest son as a baby, such a good baby, the scent of him was wonderful, to hold him close to me. He was a beautiful child, blonde, and he had to wear glasses from the age of 24 months, gosh it was hard to keep them on him lol. My second son, was beautiful too; he didn't sleep well though, so I was pretty exhausted and so was he. I love to think back to those times, yet there is a tinge of sadness, that I was ill when my second son was tiny. I did my best to look after him, was on my own though when he was 14 months old.
I didn't think I would have children, I was scared that I wouldn't be a good mother to them because of the traumas that I had been through as a child. I was and am a good mother though. God has shown me that, because of His unconditional love, I was able to show love too, to my children and I shower them with love and hugs and support.
I feel sad today, that my life hasn't turned out as I thought it would and yet I still hold onto the hopes that God promises in Isaiah 61, that He will clothe me in a garment of praise, instead of ashes.....I hold onto God's promises and start each day afresh, doing my best for my boys and knowing that our lives will continue to be enriched by God's unending love.
I am so grateful to God, my Father, for softening my heart and for giving me the gift of my children, who give me purpose and hope. | |
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| Meeting up |
Jul 20, 2007 3:27 am
Mood: excited, 351 Views | Hi all,
I'm meeting up with Frazz and Mary today. Oh my goodness, so excited, we're gonna have soooo much fun ....hehehe! Picking them up from the station soon, then taking them out for lunch somewhere nice. Will tell you all about it when I get back lol....byeeeee! | |
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| Hope |
Jul 18, 2007 11:47 pm
325 Views | A sorrowful day
The end of a longing
The saddest longest day
The next day is better
God has started to heal me
He has clothed me in His peace
And transformed my longing
Into grace
God is good, He is so good
I cannot praise him enough
He has taken my tears
And held me so close
And covered me with His love
Tomorrow is hope | |
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| Thoughts |
Jul 17, 2007 10:01 am
Mood: sad, 284 Views | Release my love
And watch its filigree wings
Hover a thousand times
Lighter and quicker
Than that of a hummingbird
Not that love for its sake is light
The depth of that love
Goes beyond understanding
Though sometimes its tangibility
Is transparent
When others not so but
More like looking through the
Extra eyelid of a reptile and not seeing
How cold the response can be
Love for love is not equal: in my experience
This connection, though so in tune
Can also be the end
We love without measuring, without understanding
We are powerfully impelled to seek out this love
And yet, not know if we truly can be one.
My thoughts are done; I have loved, oh how!
Now it hovers in my heart, sometimes trembling,
Always connected, yet distanced by life
Though never forgotten | |
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| Rolacola |
Jul 12, 2007 8:31 am
350 Views |  | I have just started to read the biography of a comedian called Peter Kaye and Oh man, I laughed so much and so hard it was untrue!
I've decided to let my son read it at bedtime. He has trouble relaxing at night and I thought it would be a good thing for him to go to sleep with a big smile on his face. Even though he has aspergers, he has a wry sense of humour.
This comedian doesn't use a lot of inappropriate words, like some but his stories remind me so much of my childhood ..which was an english, working class upbringing.
I think his humour may be lost on some of our friends across the pond because it's typically British and a bit quirky and it talks about working men's clubs and milk floats and Raleigh choppers lol...don't think you have many workingmen's clubs over there....lol
I used to work in a workingmen's club, many years ago, as a teenager and we had a person called an MD, who had a soup stained tie and wasn't the sharpest tool in the box....he would introduce the 'acts'.....He would say 'Now we have a duo.....there's two of em'...lol
Anyway, know idea why I'm sharing this, just feel like having a bit of fun.......one day I will write a serious blog ....promise! |
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| Add your favourite poem |
Jul 9, 2007 12:18 pm
Mood: thoughtful, 382 Views |  | I thought it would be good if we could all share our favourite poem with one another. Please just add it here. I love poetry and know that many others here do too. It can be your own poem or anothers, it doesn't matter...would just be good to share.
Here's on of my favourites, I have so many of them, it was difficult to choose one:-
Fern Hill by Dylan Thomas
Now as I was young and easy under the apple boughs
About the lilting house and happy as the grass was green.
The night above, the dingle starry,
Time let me hail and climb
Golden in the heyday of his eyes,
And honoured among wagons I was prince of the apple towns
And once below a time I lordly had the trees and leaves
Trail with daisies and barley
Down the rivers of the windfall light.
And as I was green and carefree, famous among the barns
About the happy yard and singing as the farm was home,
In the sun that is young once only,
Time let me play and be
Golden in the mercy of his means.
And green and golden I was huntsman and herdsman, the calves
Sang to my horn, the foxes on the hills barked clear and cold,
And the sabbath rang slowly
In the pebbles of the holy streams.
All the sun long it was running, it was lovely, the hay
Fields high as the house, the tunes from the chimneys,
It was air
And playing, lovely and watery
And fire green as grass.
And nightly under the simple stars
As I rode to sleep the owls were bearing the farm away,
All the moon long I heard, blessed among stables, the nightjars
Flying with the ricks, and the horses
Flashing into the dark.
And then to awake, and the farm, like a wanderer white
With the dew, came back, the cock on his shoulder: it was all
Shining, it was Adam and maiden,
The sky gathered again
And the sun grew round that very day.
It must have been after the birth of the simple light
In the first spinning place, the spellbound horses walking warm
Out of the whinnying green stable
On to the fields of praise.
And honoured among foxes and pheasants by the gay house
Under the new made clouds and happy as the heart was long
In the sun born over and over,
I ran my heedless ways,
My wishes raced through the house high hay
And nothing I cared, at my sky blue trades, that time allows
In all his tuneful turning so few and such morning songs
Before the children green and golden
Follow him out of grace.
Nothing I cared, in the lamb white days, that time would take me
Up to the swallow thronged loft by the shadow of my hand,
In the moon that is always rising,
Nor that riding to sleep
I should hear him fly with the high fields
And wake to the farm forever fled from the childless land.
Oh as I was young and easy in the mercy of his means,
Time held me green and dying
Though I sang in my chains like the sea. |
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| I want to dance the light fantastic |
Jul 5, 2007 5:28 pm
327 Views |  | I want to dance the light fantastic
O'er hill and o'er dale
Skipping, running, hopping, jumping
Salsa rythmns by the Swale
Singing loudly, softly, sweetly
Till the song floats high above
Tapping feet and swinging arms
Whilst thinking of the one's I love
Izzy 2005
Don't you sometimes want to do that? just be totally free to express yourself, to be completely child like.........I do it often..lol |
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| Poem |
Jul 5, 2007 5:21 pm
273 Views |  | My Child
My child was given a precious gift
An insight that I do not have
An inner steely determination
To do what he wants to do
His focus on the prize before him is legendary
Except that sometimes he forgets where he is
Or what he is doing
I admire his elegant vocabulary
He is five years older than his sibling
Yet retains the air of one much older
This facade is like gossamer
So easily broken
I do not worry about the future
For he is in God's hands
He was made as he is
And there is a purpose for him
I have no doubt
Izzy 2004 |
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