Our Souls are often defined
as a unique spiritual body,
having its roots in eternity
carrying our thoughts,
activities, experiences
acquired over many
incarnations.
These memories, which,
permeate every cell of our
physical body, making us
a reflection of the
current state of our souls,
as it continues on its
never ending journey
to spiritual perfection.
Our Souls, so aware of the
experiences we need
to deal with, in each of its
lifetimes, it imbues our every
body cell with its mission
to enable us to
accomplish its destiny within us,
its current life.
Our physical self feels a state of
unease, at a deep, difficult to explain,
level, our soul is aware that we have
lost sight of our life plan
creating conflict, illness and loss of self.
Look within yourself,
where is your life heading,
are you at peace with your
own soul?
I don’t believe I have reached
this pinnacle in my life,
I have to keep on trying!
Von© 24th July 2004
Warblings
- Von
- Brisbane, Queensland, Australia
- Widowed 2009. Have the love of my family and close friends to buoy me when needed. Planning to re-join the work force this year. Hopefully my sister will be visiting from UK with her husband for a holiday - I love my family! Would love to re-visit Scotland some time soon.
May 30, 2009
May 21, 2009
Spike Milligan - again..
I must go down to the sea again
I must go down to the sea again,
to the lonely sea and the sky;
I left my shoes and socks there -
I wonder if they're dry?
Eat your heart out John Masefield! :)
I must go down to the sea again,
to the lonely sea and the sky;
I left my shoes and socks there -
I wonder if they're dry?
Eat your heart out John Masefield! :)
Peaceful thoughts
A beautiful aspect of Australia, calm, peaceful scene where one can sit, listen and watch nature doing her work.
May 20, 2009
Drought Broken in Queensland
The longest drought in Queensland has broken today with more than double the amount of monthly rain in one day.
Queensland weather is varied, sometimes unpredictable, heartbreaking at times, glorious, too hot, too wet but it's home :)
My only worry was the drainage system couldn’t take such a huge deluge without dragging leaves and litter so I had a very exciting time trying to remove same so that my house didn’t have water lapping at the steps. I had to call on help from my brother-in-law. We eventually beat it and the water was draining freely. There is more wet and windy weather yet to come.
Our Dams which have all been so far below recommended levels, sometime down to 16% capacity today are over 60% and the Premier of Queensland declared this afternoon that our drought was officially broken. Nevertheless, the price some people have had to pay has been terrible and seeing them on the news with tears running down their faces was very confronting.
Not only damaged houses, and one death so far but also children were cut off from their parents by low-lying areas turned into mini-dams, not allowing vehicles to travel the roads. Schools, in the main are closed on Thursday and a few kids are having to ‘sleep over’ with their teachers to keep the children safe. A huge concern for all parents being separated from their children.
However, back to my spoon drain! I’ve been checking on it regularly through the night as rain has been hammering down and everyone must be wondering what will happen over night and what we will wake up to in the morning.
It’s nearly midnight so we won’t have to wait for long.
Queensland weather is varied, sometimes unpredictable, heartbreaking at times, glorious, too hot, too wet but it's home :)
My only worry was the drainage system couldn’t take such a huge deluge without dragging leaves and litter so I had a very exciting time trying to remove same so that my house didn’t have water lapping at the steps. I had to call on help from my brother-in-law. We eventually beat it and the water was draining freely. There is more wet and windy weather yet to come.
Our Dams which have all been so far below recommended levels, sometime down to 16% capacity today are over 60% and the Premier of Queensland declared this afternoon that our drought was officially broken. Nevertheless, the price some people have had to pay has been terrible and seeing them on the news with tears running down their faces was very confronting.
Not only damaged houses, and one death so far but also children were cut off from their parents by low-lying areas turned into mini-dams, not allowing vehicles to travel the roads. Schools, in the main are closed on Thursday and a few kids are having to ‘sleep over’ with their teachers to keep the children safe. A huge concern for all parents being separated from their children.
However, back to my spoon drain! I’ve been checking on it regularly through the night as rain has been hammering down and everyone must be wondering what will happen over night and what we will wake up to in the morning.
It’s nearly midnight so we won’t have to wait for long.
sitting at his bedside
My Husband sleeps most of the day;
a brain tumour is stealing his life away,
His memory lives from our past years
and oft we wipe away our tears.
He’s in good care, I ‘feel’ it here,
the staff, reduce my stress and fears
I know when David’s life is spent,
they’ll understand when I cry and vent,
For the heartbreaking loss when David’s time,
belongs to him and no longer mine;
To share with him as we have for years,
no more, strong arms to allay my fears.
So many positives if I could but write,
in deepest shadow by our losing fight,
We take all we can from every day,
there seems so much for us still to say.
Our Son, we love, and memories,
and the grief of all our ‘yet to be’s.’
We erred when decisions were made to wait,
until ‘next year’ not knowing our fate
Cancer took rights from our hands,
for reasons we don’t understand.
We’ll say Goodbye in a very short time,
then all decisions will be mine,
One of these as David’s Wife
is to love him always til the end of my life
And when my time comes and he waits for me,
and once again, I then will see
His cheeky smile, his bright blue eyes,
together we’ll travel the bright blue skies.
~~~
For My Darling David 19th June 1950 ~ 6th March 2009
© Vonnie
February 2009
a brain tumour is stealing his life away,
His memory lives from our past years
and oft we wipe away our tears.
He’s in good care, I ‘feel’ it here,
the staff, reduce my stress and fears
I know when David’s life is spent,
they’ll understand when I cry and vent,
For the heartbreaking loss when David’s time,
belongs to him and no longer mine;
To share with him as we have for years,
no more, strong arms to allay my fears.
So many positives if I could but write,
in deepest shadow by our losing fight,
We take all we can from every day,
there seems so much for us still to say.
Our Son, we love, and memories,
and the grief of all our ‘yet to be’s.’
We erred when decisions were made to wait,
until ‘next year’ not knowing our fate
Cancer took rights from our hands,
for reasons we don’t understand.
We’ll say Goodbye in a very short time,
then all decisions will be mine,
One of these as David’s Wife
is to love him always til the end of my life
And when my time comes and he waits for me,
and once again, I then will see
His cheeky smile, his bright blue eyes,
together we’ll travel the bright blue skies.
~~~
For My Darling David 19th June 1950 ~ 6th March 2009
© Vonnie
February 2009
David
To My Husband
Between somewhere where you are
And somewhere where you're going
You will think of me
And know you have been truly loved
Von xxx
(author unknown)
Between somewhere where you are
And somewhere where you're going
You will think of me
And know you have been truly loved
Von xxx
(author unknown)
Spike Milligan
Summer Dawn
My sleeping children are still flying dreams
in their goose-down heads.
The lush of the river singing morning songs
Fish watch their ceilings turn sun-white.
The grey-green pike lances upstream
Kale, like mermaid's hair
points the water's drift.
All is morning hush
and bird beautiful.
If only,
I didn't have flu.
My sleeping children are still flying dreams
in their goose-down heads.
The lush of the river singing morning songs
Fish watch their ceilings turn sun-white.
The grey-green pike lances upstream
Kale, like mermaid's hair
points the water's drift.
All is morning hush
and bird beautiful.
If only,
I didn't have flu.
May 18, 2009
Life wasn't meant to be easy .....
“Life wasn’t meant to be easy, my child, but take courage: it can be delightful!”
George Bernard Shaw
George Bernard Shaw
Alice Guerin Crist
Afterglow
A magic wrought of dying dreams
A wizard light that creeps and glows;
Painting grey hills and sluggish streams
In tints of gold and rose
Staining with fire the cherry-snow
Lighting our hearts with sudden flame
As if the love of long ago
Back from its ashes came
Rose-flushed and radiant everything
And joy and hope are born anew;
Even the darting swallow's wing
Has caught its glowing hue
Ah! swift it dies from hill and plain…
Be wise dear heart and let me go;
Not love that lit our hearts again -
Only it's afterglow!
A magic wrought of dying dreams
A wizard light that creeps and glows;
Painting grey hills and sluggish streams
In tints of gold and rose
Staining with fire the cherry-snow
Lighting our hearts with sudden flame
As if the love of long ago
Back from its ashes came
Rose-flushed and radiant everything
And joy and hope are born anew;
Even the darting swallow's wing
Has caught its glowing hue
Ah! swift it dies from hill and plain…
Be wise dear heart and let me go;
Not love that lit our hearts again -
Only it's afterglow!
May 17, 2009
Prince of Orange Old and New
The tight buds of the new flower as it is about to flourish is truly beautiful
Taigu Ryokan
To My Teacher
An old grave hidden away at the foot of a deserted hill,
Overrun with rank weeds growing unchecked year after year;
There is no one left to tend the tomb,
And only an occasional woodcutter passes by.
Once I was his pupil, a youth with shaggy hair,
Learning deeply from him by the Narrow River.
One morning I set off on my solitary journey
And the years passed between us in silence.
Now I have returned to find him at rest here;
How can I honor his departed spirit?
I pour a dipper of pure water over his tombstone
And offer a silent prayer.
The sun suddenly disappears behind the hill
And I’m enveloped by the roar of the wind in the pines.
I try to pull myself away but cannot;
A flood of tears soaks my sleeves.
An old grave hidden away at the foot of a deserted hill,
Overrun with rank weeds growing unchecked year after year;
There is no one left to tend the tomb,
And only an occasional woodcutter passes by.
Once I was his pupil, a youth with shaggy hair,
Learning deeply from him by the Narrow River.
One morning I set off on my solitary journey
And the years passed between us in silence.
Now I have returned to find him at rest here;
How can I honor his departed spirit?
I pour a dipper of pure water over his tombstone
And offer a silent prayer.
The sun suddenly disappears behind the hill
And I’m enveloped by the roar of the wind in the pines.
I try to pull myself away but cannot;
A flood of tears soaks my sleeves.
Alice Guerin Crist
Himself
Last night, when I was listenin’
Alone, to wind and rain,
He took the chair beside me,
Himself - come home again.
His kind blue eyes were smilin’
Beneath his thatch of grey,
He laid his hand on my hand,
The ould sweetheartin’ way.
I pressed my cheek upon it,
Remembering bitterly
The times he faced his daily toil
Without one smile from me.
And yet, his meals were always good,
His clothes well kept and clean,
The neighbours, sure, will tell you,
The splendid wife I’ve been.
But in Life’s stress and struggle,
We somehow, grew apart,
You know these Irish mothers,
'Tis “the childer” has their heart.
And he grew grim, and close-lipped,
And harder, day by day,
Poor man - too tired for laughter,
Too worried to be gay.
But - how his care enclosed us,
For all he was so grim,
The very rafters of our home
Were cut and laid by him.
And I, that might have cheered him,
The bitter words I said,
Oh! God, that we remember,
Only when they are dead.
But now - my arms were round him,
The room seemed full of flowers,
And Youth came back and sunshine,
That glorious time was ours.
The firelight flamed and flickered,
The embers fell apart,
I woke to empty silence,
With sorrow at my heart.
The wild winds brought the morning,
The dawn was red and chill,
And Himself was lyin’ sleepin’
In the graveyard on the hill!
Last night, when I was listenin’
Alone, to wind and rain,
He took the chair beside me,
Himself - come home again.
His kind blue eyes were smilin’
Beneath his thatch of grey,
He laid his hand on my hand,
The ould sweetheartin’ way.
I pressed my cheek upon it,
Remembering bitterly
The times he faced his daily toil
Without one smile from me.
And yet, his meals were always good,
His clothes well kept and clean,
The neighbours, sure, will tell you,
The splendid wife I’ve been.
But in Life’s stress and struggle,
We somehow, grew apart,
You know these Irish mothers,
'Tis “the childer” has their heart.
And he grew grim, and close-lipped,
And harder, day by day,
Poor man - too tired for laughter,
Too worried to be gay.
But - how his care enclosed us,
For all he was so grim,
The very rafters of our home
Were cut and laid by him.
And I, that might have cheered him,
The bitter words I said,
Oh! God, that we remember,
Only when they are dead.
But now - my arms were round him,
The room seemed full of flowers,
And Youth came back and sunshine,
That glorious time was ours.
The firelight flamed and flickered,
The embers fell apart,
I woke to empty silence,
With sorrow at my heart.
The wild winds brought the morning,
The dawn was red and chill,
And Himself was lyin’ sleepin’
In the graveyard on the hill!
Mewlana Jalaluddin Rumi
At the Twilight
At the twilight, a moon appeared in the sky;
Then it landed on earth to look at me.
Like a hawk stealing a bird at the time of prey;
That moon stole me and rushed back into the sky.
I looked at myself, I did not see me anymore;
For in that moon, my body turned as fine as soul.
The nine spheres disappeared in that moon;
The ship of my existence drowned in that sea.
At the twilight, a moon appeared in the sky;
Then it landed on earth to look at me.
Like a hawk stealing a bird at the time of prey;
That moon stole me and rushed back into the sky.
I looked at myself, I did not see me anymore;
For in that moon, my body turned as fine as soul.
The nine spheres disappeared in that moon;
The ship of my existence drowned in that sea.
May 15, 2009
Brisbane Broncos
Tonight I'm off to yet another game of NRL. Tonight it is the Brisbane Broncos (my team) against another Queensland team - Gold Coast Titans. I'm with 2 good friends so I will be in good company.
Home games, I've now discovered after the International last week, are a different type of game from a spectator's point of view. Even though supporters are 'barracking' for our own teams the 'atmosphere' of country pitted against country is missing. Last week all Aussies were united against Kiwi's - this week we are not. All part of the fun really.
The team members work so hard all week to get to their weekly match and to win for us and their team, it's exciting particularly when the score is so close and sometimes reaches fever-pitch and a nail-biting finish. Almost to the point when the winning supporters almost feel sorry for the losers - NOT!
I'm hoping our Broncos win their game tonight, as always. I'm wearing the colours, as are my friends Joyce and Averyl - Go Broncos! Go Broncos! There is a little dance that goes with this chant but you will have to take my word for it! :)
The image above belongs to Brisbane Broncos - it is their official Logo.
Update: Broncos did win the game BUT I wasn't there! After a heavily emotional day i just couldn't bring myself to face the crowds. C'est la vie`
May 11, 2009
Mothers Day Reflections
My fears and trepidation prior to Mothers day were put to rest early in the morning by my son, daughter in law and 2 dogs all jumping on the bed together to give me good wishes.
Breakfast was prepared for me all I had to do was eventually shower, change and go to lunch. I thoroughly enjoyed myself in the company of family and friends and a beautiful lunch.
My family had to leave about 15.30 hours and it was then I was home alone to reflect on the first of the ‘first anniversaries’ previously mentioned.
I did become emotional, only to be expected when remembering the same time last year when we knew absolutely nothing of what lay in store for us, such a wonderful innocent time that was.
I have yet to put into words our journey as a family from July 2008 onwards but it will come, then all the references made about ‘first anniversaries’ etc will then make sense to you dear reader.
I had a good day, I missed my husbands loving presence but I still count myself fortunate to have people who love me and who openly showed their love for me on Mothers Day.
Breakfast was prepared for me all I had to do was eventually shower, change and go to lunch. I thoroughly enjoyed myself in the company of family and friends and a beautiful lunch.
My family had to leave about 15.30 hours and it was then I was home alone to reflect on the first of the ‘first anniversaries’ previously mentioned.
I did become emotional, only to be expected when remembering the same time last year when we knew absolutely nothing of what lay in store for us, such a wonderful innocent time that was.
I have yet to put into words our journey as a family from July 2008 onwards but it will come, then all the references made about ‘first anniversaries’ etc will then make sense to you dear reader.
I had a good day, I missed my husbands loving presence but I still count myself fortunate to have people who love me and who openly showed their love for me on Mothers Day.
China Doll
This plant grew literally from a stick, I did something wrong with the original pot plant and a stick is all I had left. this is some years old but much better looked after now. :)
Hare's Foot Fern
The original plant was given to my as a gift in 1981. The new growth is the darker frond, a prolific grower in dappled shade with a need for good regular watering. This plant has lots of lovely memories for me personally.
May 10, 2009
broken.....
I’ve asked myself so many questions
about death and why it is so;
why do seemingly contented people
one day decide to go.........
To another plane, another life
and leave us asking why?
So many reasons, too many to count
why a loved one decides to die.
A subconscious desire to right a wrong
or maybe to begin anew;
so many things may have turned around
and they don’t know what to do.
Spirituality is being eroded
and seems incapable of repair;
unconscious decision to end this life
having days and hours to spare.
I think perhaps we have lived our time
in this shell we call our own.
Our purpose has been successful
now has reached its own milestone.
A broken heart can only last
until the cracks, spread open wide
and perhaps the voices of those we miss
are too strong from the other side.
I’m trying to make some sense of this
to help my grief begin;
to shed some light and deliverance
from this unhappy place I’m in.
I need to soothe my broken heart
a heart, sad and in decline,
So if you hear my cries of grief
Help this broken heart of mine.
©
Magic Ring
If i were to wish for just one thing
it would be for a magic ring,
that i could turn whenever sad
back to a time when i was glad……
To go to school, to be a kid,
hugged for good things that i did,
told off at times when things went wrong
hoping it didn’t last too long.
To go to bed, feel safe at night
a kiss from Dad, he turned out the light,
told i was loved by mom each day...
but growing up has a price to pay.
How I feel when I wake each day
After a restless night, nothing to say
The man I’ve loved for all my life
Now looks down on a lonely wife.
A ring like this is just a dream
I feel lonely now, swimming upstream,
loneliness leaves its mark each day
my thoughts sometimes hard to convey…..
To others who care about me now
they smooth the lines upon my brow,
this loneliness will not go away
why do I feel I have to pay…?
For being happy for so long
the love we shared always so strong,
I will see him again, I know, one day
then I’ll throw the ‘ ring’ away.
~~~~
©
it would be for a magic ring,
that i could turn whenever sad
back to a time when i was glad……
To go to school, to be a kid,
hugged for good things that i did,
told off at times when things went wrong
hoping it didn’t last too long.
To go to bed, feel safe at night
a kiss from Dad, he turned out the light,
told i was loved by mom each day...
but growing up has a price to pay.
How I feel when I wake each day
After a restless night, nothing to say
The man I’ve loved for all my life
Now looks down on a lonely wife.
A ring like this is just a dream
I feel lonely now, swimming upstream,
loneliness leaves its mark each day
my thoughts sometimes hard to convey…..
To others who care about me now
they smooth the lines upon my brow,
this loneliness will not go away
why do I feel I have to pay…?
For being happy for so long
the love we shared always so strong,
I will see him again, I know, one day
then I’ll throw the ‘ ring’ away.
~~~~
©
Spike Milligan's Serious Side
If I could write words
Like leaves on an autumn forest floor,
What a bonfire my letters would make.
If I could speak words of water,
You would drown when I said
"I love you."
Spike Milligan
Like leaves on an autumn forest floor,
What a bonfire my letters would make.
If I could speak words of water,
You would drown when I said
"I love you."
Spike Milligan
May 09, 2009
What a Wonderful World Photography
'Sunrise'
A Dolphin in the background made enough impact for the oars to be dropped and to sit, watch this magnificent animal in complete quiet and safety.
Taken at Tea Gardens on New South Wales Coast.
Mothers Day 10th May 2009
Mothers Day
10th May 2009 – my first Mothers Day without my dear Husband David. Looking forward to the day has given me a feeling of trepidation, one of the first Anniversaries we all hear about when a loved one dies. My loved one is my husband of nearly 39 years. David, My loyal and close friend, husband, confidant, protector, we were combined as one person for so long, nearly 42 years in total, that each day without him is different but the ever-present ache in my heart remains the same.
I am the Mother of his son, both so proud of our boy. I will watch over him on earth while his Dad watches over him from his New World; though our son is now a mature adult I honour the role of ‘Mother’ as mine did before me.
I will have a good day tomorrow! I know and I feel that my Darling will be by my side, just like all the years before.
10th May 2009 – my first Mothers Day without my dear Husband David. Looking forward to the day has given me a feeling of trepidation, one of the first Anniversaries we all hear about when a loved one dies. My loved one is my husband of nearly 39 years. David, My loyal and close friend, husband, confidant, protector, we were combined as one person for so long, nearly 42 years in total, that each day without him is different but the ever-present ache in my heart remains the same.
I am the Mother of his son, both so proud of our boy. I will watch over him on earth while his Dad watches over him from his New World; though our son is now a mature adult I honour the role of ‘Mother’ as mine did before me.
I will have a good day tomorrow! I know and I feel that my Darling will be by my side, just like all the years before.
Rugby League and National Anthems
International Rugby League – Australia v New Zealand! Last night’s game was the first I have ever been to and what a difference it was to the usual League games, not that they aren’t exciting games too, the atmosphere at the game last night was different. Adam Harvey, a well known Australian country singer entertained the crowd for a while singing some old Aussie favourites, he also sang our National Anthem, not that I would wish to be disloyal but for powerful music and rhythm it is a pale comparison to ‘ God Defend New Zealand”.
This is a stunning poem/turned hymn: Trivia: written in the 1870’s as a poem by Thomas Bracken who offered a prize of 10 guineas for the best musical setting. John Joseph Woods, schoolteacher of Otago won the prize. The hymn was officially recognised as the National Anthem in 1940. In 1977, after consent from Queen Elizabeth, ‘God Defend New Zealand’ was then given equal status with ‘God Save the Queen’ as one of New Zealand's national anthems.
I sing ‘Advance Australia Fair ‘ whenever the opportunity presents itself and though I am not Australian born I am very proud and emotional when doing so. However, last night along with thousands of other proud Australian I sang with gusto and thoroughly enjoyed myself.
The price paid for this 'poem', in 1907 was much higher than that of ‘God Defend New Zealand’, £100 in fact. Written by Scotsman, Peter Dodds McCormick; he died in 1916 and the year written has not been verified.
It became our Anthem after a poll of the population, organised by Prime Minister Gough Whitlam during 1974. But it was not until 19th April, 1984 (in time for the 1984 Olympics) that Advance Australia Fair finally became Australia's national anthem.
Following mixed reactions since the inception on 19th April 1984 ‘Advance Australia Fair’ continues to be sung out loud around our country. For myself I would like to hear it with a more stirring tune so, by the last verse everybody is singing with lungs ready to burst!
But after all that is said and done, it’s was a great game and Kudo’s to the people who organised everything, the fireworks, artists, trainers and of course the players themselves. Nearly forgot! If you blinked you may not have seen me on the TV – how do I know that – well the chap sitting next to me received a phone call from his Mother to tell him!
Von :)
This is a stunning poem/turned hymn: Trivia: written in the 1870’s as a poem by Thomas Bracken who offered a prize of 10 guineas for the best musical setting. John Joseph Woods, schoolteacher of Otago won the prize. The hymn was officially recognised as the National Anthem in 1940. In 1977, after consent from Queen Elizabeth, ‘God Defend New Zealand’ was then given equal status with ‘God Save the Queen’ as one of New Zealand's national anthems.
I sing ‘Advance Australia Fair ‘ whenever the opportunity presents itself and though I am not Australian born I am very proud and emotional when doing so. However, last night along with thousands of other proud Australian I sang with gusto and thoroughly enjoyed myself.
The price paid for this 'poem', in 1907 was much higher than that of ‘God Defend New Zealand’, £100 in fact. Written by Scotsman, Peter Dodds McCormick; he died in 1916 and the year written has not been verified.
It became our Anthem after a poll of the population, organised by Prime Minister Gough Whitlam during 1974. But it was not until 19th April, 1984 (in time for the 1984 Olympics) that Advance Australia Fair finally became Australia's national anthem.
Following mixed reactions since the inception on 19th April 1984 ‘Advance Australia Fair’ continues to be sung out loud around our country. For myself I would like to hear it with a more stirring tune so, by the last verse everybody is singing with lungs ready to burst!
But after all that is said and done, it’s was a great game and Kudo’s to the people who organised everything, the fireworks, artists, trainers and of course the players themselves. Nearly forgot! If you blinked you may not have seen me on the TV – how do I know that – well the chap sitting next to me received a phone call from his Mother to tell him!
Von :)
May 08, 2009
Rugby League
NRL, or to the uninitiated National Rugby League in Australia has a huge match playing in Brisbane’s Stadium tonight. Australian Kangaroo’s V New Zealand Kiwi’s. Of course, I’m hoping for an Australian white-wash but the Kiwi’s aren’t easy to beat so it’s going to be a great game.
I shall be there cheering for the Aussies, naturally. This is my first live International game, plenty of home games to see Brisbane Broncos (mainly) win against their opposition but I feel tonight is so special plus the fact my friend and I have great seats!!
We Won!!!!! - It was a great game, exciting, edge of seat excitement. The atmosphere was electric. Better luck next time Kiwis !!
I shall be there cheering for the Aussies, naturally. This is my first live International game, plenty of home games to see Brisbane Broncos (mainly) win against their opposition but I feel tonight is so special plus the fact my friend and I have great seats!!
We Won!!!!! - It was a great game, exciting, edge of seat excitement. The atmosphere was electric. Better luck next time Kiwis !!
"Will you forgive me"
"Will you forgive me if I go on?
If you can't make this earthly journey through time with me
Will you then come along in my
Heart and wish me well?"
"When a loved one dies, time itself doesn't heal all wounds.
It's what you choose to do in the midst of grief
that promotes healing and leads to new hope and freedom".
Amaldo Pangrazzi
If you can't make this earthly journey through time with me
Will you then come along in my
Heart and wish me well?"
"When a loved one dies, time itself doesn't heal all wounds.
It's what you choose to do in the midst of grief
that promotes healing and leads to new hope and freedom".
Amaldo Pangrazzi
Imagine
I cannot claim this image as my own and should there be a copyright infringement I will remove it immediately.
This is an image for us all. How precious our World is, how we, as Human Beings hold the future of the Earth in our hands. Something for us to think about especially for the babies and children that we love, the earth needs to be a good place to live for their future and for generations yet to come..
This is an image for us all. How precious our World is, how we, as Human Beings hold the future of the Earth in our hands. Something for us to think about especially for the babies and children that we love, the earth needs to be a good place to live for their future and for generations yet to come..
May 07, 2009
Warblings!
First and foremost, English is the only language I speak or understand. (I have a smattering of Schoolgirl French but I can't count that!)
I mean real English, taught at school, honed and refined over the decades; not the text short-speak that offends my eyes. I adore the English Language as it was meant to be.
I read and write Poetry. I have eclectic tastes but the written word is very important to me. Since my years in Primary School it has been this way. I’m happy to admit to this too.
I fell in love with books during my formative years and this love remains a constant in my life.
Now in my 50's, I'm happy to say that I'm not as 'grown up' as my age may sometimes dictate; I hope to remain this way for as long as I'm able.
I love to laugh, I have a sense of the ridiculous I’m happy to admit I have cried a lot too especially over the last 10 months but I won't touch on that any more right now. I'd like to go into that in detail at a later date, my lifestyle right now is confusing and sad in the main with beautiful windows of laughter and love thrown in when despair overwhelms me.
I am fortunate to have close loving family and friends, I have more than I can count on 2 hands, which, in my opinion makes me rich.
Across the miles between Australia, (my home) and Great Britain, (English born) I am truly blessed with so many family members, Aunties and Uncles who still refer to me as ‘Bonnie’ (hence the name) due to the fact that I was a ‘Bonnie’ child, so they tell me! :) Cousins galore, my lovely sister and her family, I won’t bore you with ALL of their names right now I can do that at a later date!
My new Blog! - I didn't even know what a Blog was until recently - I'm high on technology as you can see :) However, with the help of dear Rachael here it is. (I follow her Blog and I’m sure many people will find it interesting and helpful)
With training and patience, I'm hoping it will grow into something of interest for my friends and family, who knows I might even make new friends along the way. That would be wonderful!
I intend to add my travel news as time goes on, with photographs too, (by the time I go on holiday - back to UK I should have it all sussed out and call myself an Expert) ha ha! - Time will tell.
That’s it for today
Tech-Whiz in training -- Bye!
I mean real English, taught at school, honed and refined over the decades; not the text short-speak that offends my eyes. I adore the English Language as it was meant to be.
I read and write Poetry. I have eclectic tastes but the written word is very important to me. Since my years in Primary School it has been this way. I’m happy to admit to this too.
I fell in love with books during my formative years and this love remains a constant in my life.
Now in my 50's, I'm happy to say that I'm not as 'grown up' as my age may sometimes dictate; I hope to remain this way for as long as I'm able.
I love to laugh, I have a sense of the ridiculous I’m happy to admit I have cried a lot too especially over the last 10 months but I won't touch on that any more right now. I'd like to go into that in detail at a later date, my lifestyle right now is confusing and sad in the main with beautiful windows of laughter and love thrown in when despair overwhelms me.
I am fortunate to have close loving family and friends, I have more than I can count on 2 hands, which, in my opinion makes me rich.
Across the miles between Australia, (my home) and Great Britain, (English born) I am truly blessed with so many family members, Aunties and Uncles who still refer to me as ‘Bonnie’ (hence the name) due to the fact that I was a ‘Bonnie’ child, so they tell me! :) Cousins galore, my lovely sister and her family, I won’t bore you with ALL of their names right now I can do that at a later date!
My new Blog! - I didn't even know what a Blog was until recently - I'm high on technology as you can see :) However, with the help of dear Rachael here it is. (I follow her Blog and I’m sure many people will find it interesting and helpful)
With training and patience, I'm hoping it will grow into something of interest for my friends and family, who knows I might even make new friends along the way. That would be wonderful!
I intend to add my travel news as time goes on, with photographs too, (by the time I go on holiday - back to UK I should have it all sussed out and call myself an Expert) ha ha! - Time will tell.
That’s it for today
Tech-Whiz in training -- Bye!
(a good analogy for Life)
"The tree changes as it grows. It is torn by wind and lightning, scarred by frost and snow. Branches die and new ones emerge. The drama of existence has its way with the tree but still it grows; its roots reach down into the darkness; still its branches reach down into the sap and reach upward and outward into the world."
M.Leunig
(A good analogy for Life)
Butterfly Bush
Delicate flowers of the 'Butterfly Bush'. Quite easy to see how it's common name was derived.
Image dated 03/05/09
Hoya
Taken from a cutting in 2005. Flowers, Pink waxy texture, beautiful leaves.
Photo taken 06/05/09
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