As you can see some blogs are just so readable with a large following....
All the very best in your new surroundings Gleds x Auds and tsuru
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Showing posts with label Blogs. Show all posts
Monday, 28 April 2008
FOR GLEDS HOUSE WARMING GIFT
As you can see some blogs are just so readable with a large following....
All the very best in your new surroundings Gleds x Auds and tsuru
Wednesday, 10 October 2007
COOL FOR CATS
These days its impossible to read a blog
Without running the risk of having my fingers bitten or recieving assistance from these big paws
As for reading a newspaper in peace....forget it the competition for attention is just too great.
Is anybody else watching The pride of Britain tonight. Inspirational and tear jerking, aren't they all wonderful and worthy of acknowledgement and recognition it makes such refreshing change from all the rubbish that can sometimes grace our television screens at times..Pass another tissue please.
Well done to all those special people who were honoured tonight
Do you recognise your blog Gleds, tsuru was quite captivated...lol
Without running the risk of having my fingers bitten or recieving assistance from these big paws
As for reading a newspaper in peace....forget it the competition for attention is just too great.
Is anybody else watching The pride of Britain tonight. Inspirational and tear jerking, aren't they all wonderful and worthy of acknowledgement and recognition it makes such refreshing change from all the rubbish that can sometimes grace our television screens at times..Pass another tissue please.
Well done to all those special people who were honoured tonight
Do you recognise your blog Gleds, tsuru was quite captivated...lol
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Monday, 6 August 2007
A grateful heart is a happy heart
My post today is a simple tribute
In the true beauty of nature is the true nature of beauty
The words written above are not mine, they, I see as the blossom that was once a seed that grew and flowered. They come from a place called Time and a word, a special place Ive always seen as a garden, others who visited it may have their special name for this place that will be just as meaningful to them, as will its creator and author.
This is my tribute, my acknowledgement,my adieu,for I find it impossible to leave without a thankyou,a smile, to walk what some might call the road to Emmaus and not share what I found there in personal terms.
We blog, such a simple,small word isnt it, a little voice inside my head sometimes asks why, do you have one too I wonder. I remember someone I had a great respect and regard for saying to me " Audrey, accept that sometimes, just sometimes, there is beauty in mystery" "sometimes we need to simply accept, stop asking WHY " and smiling I think that this may well be one of those mysteries, so many reasons why, all valid, so whats to question.
As Ive already said when I stumbled across Time and a word it was for me like entering a garden,so many beautiful images capturing a moment in time, such variety and at times very evocative. The words accompanying them had within them a quality that made them more than words, they had that something that turns mere words into a voice that caught my attention and had me sitting silently in the shade for a while, happy to hear, absorbed, interested and a times challenging the who am I, what do I stand for, what do I believe. Time and a word became part of my inner journey too.
In the true beauty of nature is the true nature of beauty
For me at a very deep level everything I ever need to know is contained in this one statement, because for me she has been my best teacher, the wise one, the one who knows the secret to life and living in all its ups,downs, growing,shedding, sprouting, flowering,dark and light each with its own unique and special purpose.
As a child I spent so much time in her company, observing, listening, being educated in the ways of life and not merely caught up in the activities of daily living that make up our lives, for me she was always more than that. My parents fed my body as did the labours of so many others on this planet, but she also fed my soul as no other can and she was constant.
Times when I refused see or could not see but she was always there calling me back in so many ways. "come look and see again, lets talk you and I in the silence of the heart". She, in her ways always has time for me and every now and then I realise how little time I make for her as Ive grown older, the beauty that is hers and hers alone, that she gifts so freely.
She herself provided the antidote to the many nettle stings acquired through taking a risk to reach my goal, usually wild rasperries, a close up look at some small furry animal nestling in the long grass at times wandering aimlessly simply to escape pain or trouble, she providing the breathing space, the nourishment needed to go back and face it.
Lovingly stubborn she finds a way of reaching us, reminding us of her presence even in blogland where we attempt to give words to her ways, through pictures,words symbolism and metaphor but more through our personal experience and daily circumstances.
As I close the cover on Time and a word as if a book, I do so with the knowledge that as with many good books that reach in and speak to me and touch my heart... teach me something about myself and others I will no doubt go back and revisit, they do not fall silent in the heart and mind, those words that carry meaning in that place and time.
What we call the end is often the beginning, for the end is where we start from..T.S.Elliot.
In the true beauty of nature is the true nature of beauty
Listening to the words of Born Free reminds me that though the very nature of life involves caring,responsibility and commitment to working for the best possible, the struggle at times,its not easy to experience that born free ideal, doesnt seem possible,yet it is in those moments when the communion with mother nature allows me to lay it all down for a while, it becomes real, possible if only for a short time and its a beautiful moment to experience.
May we all find the true nature of beauty in our daily lives and appreciate those who remind us of its presence....Thankyou Stewart
In the true beauty of nature is the true nature of beauty
The words written above are not mine, they, I see as the blossom that was once a seed that grew and flowered. They come from a place called Time and a word, a special place Ive always seen as a garden, others who visited it may have their special name for this place that will be just as meaningful to them, as will its creator and author.
This is my tribute, my acknowledgement,my adieu,for I find it impossible to leave without a thankyou,a smile, to walk what some might call the road to Emmaus and not share what I found there in personal terms.
We blog, such a simple,small word isnt it, a little voice inside my head sometimes asks why, do you have one too I wonder. I remember someone I had a great respect and regard for saying to me " Audrey, accept that sometimes, just sometimes, there is beauty in mystery" "sometimes we need to simply accept, stop asking WHY " and smiling I think that this may well be one of those mysteries, so many reasons why, all valid, so whats to question.
As Ive already said when I stumbled across Time and a word it was for me like entering a garden,so many beautiful images capturing a moment in time, such variety and at times very evocative. The words accompanying them had within them a quality that made them more than words, they had that something that turns mere words into a voice that caught my attention and had me sitting silently in the shade for a while, happy to hear, absorbed, interested and a times challenging the who am I, what do I stand for, what do I believe. Time and a word became part of my inner journey too.
In the true beauty of nature is the true nature of beauty
For me at a very deep level everything I ever need to know is contained in this one statement, because for me she has been my best teacher, the wise one, the one who knows the secret to life and living in all its ups,downs, growing,shedding, sprouting, flowering,dark and light each with its own unique and special purpose.
As a child I spent so much time in her company, observing, listening, being educated in the ways of life and not merely caught up in the activities of daily living that make up our lives, for me she was always more than that. My parents fed my body as did the labours of so many others on this planet, but she also fed my soul as no other can and she was constant.
Times when I refused see or could not see but she was always there calling me back in so many ways. "come look and see again, lets talk you and I in the silence of the heart". She, in her ways always has time for me and every now and then I realise how little time I make for her as Ive grown older, the beauty that is hers and hers alone, that she gifts so freely.
She herself provided the antidote to the many nettle stings acquired through taking a risk to reach my goal, usually wild rasperries, a close up look at some small furry animal nestling in the long grass at times wandering aimlessly simply to escape pain or trouble, she providing the breathing space, the nourishment needed to go back and face it.
Lovingly stubborn she finds a way of reaching us, reminding us of her presence even in blogland where we attempt to give words to her ways, through pictures,words symbolism and metaphor but more through our personal experience and daily circumstances.
As I close the cover on Time and a word as if a book, I do so with the knowledge that as with many good books that reach in and speak to me and touch my heart... teach me something about myself and others I will no doubt go back and revisit, they do not fall silent in the heart and mind, those words that carry meaning in that place and time.
What we call the end is often the beginning, for the end is where we start from..T.S.Elliot.
In the true beauty of nature is the true nature of beauty
Listening to the words of Born Free reminds me that though the very nature of life involves caring,responsibility and commitment to working for the best possible, the struggle at times,its not easy to experience that born free ideal, doesnt seem possible,yet it is in those moments when the communion with mother nature allows me to lay it all down for a while, it becomes real, possible if only for a short time and its a beautiful moment to experience.
May we all find the true nature of beauty in our daily lives and appreciate those who remind us of its presence....Thankyou Stewart
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