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a lovely helpful random ♥ rabble:
and proud of it. . .
life is short - break the rules: forgive quickly, kiss slowly, love truly, laugh often, cry sometimes... but never regret anything that made you smile...
no! but let's celebrate together:
I'd like to share it with you
be my guest, but there's a queue
*waves* ;-)
(no, I'm not calling you a cherry, it's French for sweet one)
HEPWORTH
. . .I am in need of a helping hand
all night. . .
with thanks to dave!
with love from mig!
one lost soul - wish you were here
. . .why didn't you tell me!
happy or positive = everything
how I'm getting by. . .
. . .you'll believe anything!
on Valentine's Day, kisses win over being someone's ex. . .
this box can hide a secret inside
- I, Like The View
- no man is an island, a woman might be
- start in the middle and spread out in all directions - like the view; the beginning is too long ago and the end is too far away: start now. . .
THE WISEST WORDS
these are just the circumstances
of today - they are not your destiny... with thanks to mel
of today - they are not your destiny... with thanks to mel
while you're here, please feel free to feed my fish!
oh, what a day!
I can't describe it all went astray, so I decided to get away, some where nicer; just me and you - we'll go together, take in the view: why it looks much better, oh my god, it's true! it's brighter later. . . in my darkest nights I just remember lying by your side, oh my god, you're right! it's brighter later. . .
happy blogging with iltv
a lovely helpful random ♥ rabble:
girls and boys come out to play, go on - you know you want to. . .
circle of clues camper
and proud of it. . .
what a to do. . .
festivities on a friday:
get the feeling!
a fruitful friday
. . .and for mel
(I'm growing vegetables!)
frets but no regrets
life is short - break the rules: forgive quickly, kiss slowly, love truly, laugh often, cry sometimes... but never regret anything that made you smile...
FOUR letter
WORD
SWAK
BTDT
KWIM
AFGO
WORD
SWAK
BTDT
KWIM
AFGO
guiseppe ungaretti
when we become accustomed to a subject, we forget the knowledge which made us know its very secret: and it is at this stage of forgetfulness that it is reborn for us and becomes naive and poetic
word?
does santa need a helper?
no! but let's celebrate together:
join in the festive fun @
jingle shells
so who's up for an advent calendar. . .
forgetfulness. . .
if you could travel within you own life time and that of a loved one, as a casual observer, nothing more or less, on the unerstanding this would mean that you could not change the course of your life or theirs in anyway, would you wish to experience that?
how old are you?
THE RICHES OF A RAINBOW?
HEY! I have a glass. . .
YOU CALLED?
some sauce. . .
a true friend gave me this
I'd like to share it with you
like a clock whose hands are spinning
the love hearts never lie, but did they tell the truth?
when we try to pick out anything by itself, we find it hitched to everything else in the universe
JOHN MUIR
JOHN MUIR
"hitched to everything else"
need to borrow this?
be my guest, but there's a queue
rock paper scissors?
can you keep a secret. . .
with love from france
there has been a request for "it all"
when push comes to shove, courtesy of Rascal Flatts
- PASSION
- DETERMINATION
- COURAGE
- GRACE
- DESIRE
j is for jack-o-lantern
guess what the tide washed up? ME!!
*waves* ;-)
a bientot cheri(e)s
(no, I'm not calling you a cherry, it's French for sweet one)
ILTV is shortly to go on her hols. . . should she:
holes
HEPWORTH
the time has come. . .
. . .I am in need of a helping hand
love after love
The time will come when, with elation you will greet yourself arriving at your own door, in your own mirror and each will smile at the other's welcome, and say, sit here. Eat. You will love again the stranger who was your self. Give wine. Give bread. Give back your heart to itself, to the stranger who has loved you all your life, whom you ignored for another, who knows you by heart. Take down the love letters from the bookshelf, the photographs, the desperate notes, peel your own image from the mirror. Sit. Feast on your life.
DEREK WALCOTT
DEREK WALCOTT
I could have danced
all night. . .
 | 91 As a 1930s wife, I am |
with love from mig!
So, so you think you can tell Heaven from Hell, blue skies from pain. Can you tell a green field from a cold steel rail? A smile from a veil? Do you think you can tell? And did they get you to trade your heroes for ghosts? Hot ashes for trees? Hot air for a cool breeze? Cold comfort for change? And did you exchange a walk on part in the war for a lead role in a cage? How I wish, how I wish you were here. We're just two lost souls swimming in a fish bowl, year after year, running over the same old ground. What have you found? The same old fears. Wish you were here. PINK FLOYD
one lost soul - wish you were here
feeling kinky?
Thank you for the days, those endless days, those sacred days you gave me. I’m thinking of the days - I won’t forget a single day, believe me. I bless the light, I bless the light that lights on you, believe me. And though you’re gone, you’re with me every single day, believe me. Days. I remember all my life. Days when you can’t see wrong from right. You took my life but then I knew that very soon you’d leave me. But it’s alright. Now I’m not frightened of this world believe me. I wish today could be tomorrow, the night is long it just brings sorrow, let it wait. And though you’re gone, you’re with me every single day - believe me.
Every single day. Believe me.
Every single day. Believe me.
god only knows
I may not always love you, but long as there are stars above you, you never need to doubt it, I'll make you so sure about it, God only knows what I'd be without you; if you should ever leave me, though life would still go on believe me, the world could show nothing to me, so what good would living do me
ILTV wonders whether (or not) to 'av' a change of avatar
is it better or worse to be
tied up?
tied together?
tied down?
if u know who they r. . .
. . .why didn't you tell me!
thank you, mig
I'm knackered & in need of a break - where shall I go
busy busy busy
Koyaanisqatsi
this Thursday: you are cordially invited to a fancy dress party - rsvp!
language. . .
Picture yourself in a boat on a river, with tangerine trees and marmalade skies. Somebody calls you, you answer quite slowly, a girl with kaleidoscope eyes. Cellophane flowers of yellow and green, towering over your head. Look for the girl with the sun in her eyes, and she's gone. Follow her down to a bridge by a fountain where rocking horse people eat marshmallow pies, everyone smiles as you drift past the flowers, that grow so incredibly high. Newspaper taxis appear on the shore, waiting to take you away. Climb in the back with your head in the clouds, and you're gone. Picture yourself on a train in a station, with plasticine porters with looking glass ties, suddenly someone is there at the turnstile, the girl with kaleidoscope eyes.
i like the view!
and I love typography
my best ever read
blind date
blind date - update: anything you want to know?
| I'll Get a Tattoo of Initials |
 proud of who I am & who ♥s me! |
you have unpicked the stitches I so carefully placed around my heart
it's my blog but. . .
a life in only six words
she likes listening to the lyrics
someone told her: ignore the words
she never understood the whole story: eventually, unburdened, she will go forth
atonement and/or forgiveness? who knows: then, she finally forgave herself! *sigh*
someone told her: ignore the words
she never understood the whole story: eventually, unburdened, she will go forth
atonement and/or forgiveness? who knows: then, she finally forgave herself! *sigh*
paper scissors stone
(various interpretations. . .)
fancy a game. . .
Henry W Longfellow
The rocky ledge runs far into the sea, and on its outer point, some miles away, the lighthouse lifts its massive masonry, A pillar of fire by night, of cloud by day. Even at this distance I can see the tides, Upheaving, break unheard along its base, A speechless wrath, that rises and subsides in the white tip and tremour of the face. And as the evening darkens, lo! how bright, through the deep purple of the twilight air, Beams forth the sudden radiance of its light, with strange, unearhly splendour in the glare! No one alone: from each projecting cape And perilous reef along the ocean's verge, Starts into life a dim, gigantic shape, Holding its lantern o'er the restless surge... The sea-bird wheeling round it, with the din of wings and winds and solitary cries, Blinded and maddened by the light within, Dashes himself against the glare, and dies. A new Prometheus, chained upon the rock, Still grasping in his hand the fire of love, it does not hear the cry, nor heed the shock, but hails the mariner with words of love. "Sail on!" it says: "Sail on, ye stately ships! And with your floating bridge the ocean span; Be mine to guard this light from all eclipse. Be yours to bring man neared unto man."
having saved myself ££££s on the curtains, what should I now spend the money on:
To give your all to life says Will within you keeps yourself, more ever, still. So battle not the wrinkles, but live life, make war with Time, that tyrant, for in doing so shall thy life be fulfilled..
Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone, Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone, Silence the pianos and with muffled drum, Bring out the coffee, let the mourning begin.
Let aeroplanes circle moaning above, Scribbling on the sky the message He Was Love, Put crepe bows round the white necks of the public doves, Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves.
He was my North, my South, my East and West, My working week and my Sunday rest, My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song; I thought that love would last for ever: I was wrong.
The stars are not wanted now: put out every one; Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun; Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood. For nothing now can ever come to any good.
with many apologies to WHA
Let aeroplanes circle moaning above, Scribbling on the sky the message He Was Love, Put crepe bows round the white necks of the public doves, Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves.
He was my North, my South, my East and West, My working week and my Sunday rest, My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song; I thought that love would last for ever: I was wrong.
The stars are not wanted now: put out every one; Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun; Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood. For nothing now can ever come to any good.
with many apologies to WHA
fancy a new poll/quiz?
something random. . .
a true man* never frets about his place in the world, but just slides into it by the gravitation of his nature, and swings there as easily as a star; Edward Chapin
(*but what about a true woman?)
(*but what about a true woman?)
with thanks to mig :)
Start in the middle
and spread out
in all directions.
Like the sun.
The beginning is too long ago
and the end is too far away.
Start now.
and spread out
in all directions.
Like the sun.
The beginning is too long ago
and the end is too far away.
Start now.
it's all right
Here comes the sun,
here comes the sun,
and I say it's all right.
Little darling, it's been
a long cold lonely winter.
Little darling, it feels like
years since it's been here.
Here comes the sun,
here comes the sun
and I say it's all right.
Little darling, the smiles
returning to the faces.
Little darling, it seems like
years since it's been here.
Here comes the sun,
here comes the sun
and I say it's all right.
Sun, sun, sun, here it comes...
Sun, sun, sun, here it comes...
Sun, sun, sun, here it comes...
Sun, sun, sun, here it comes...
Sun, sun, sun, here it comes...
Little darling, I feel that
ice is slowly melting.
Little darling, it seems like
years since it's been clear.
Here comes the sun,
here comes the sun,
and I say it's all right.
It's all right.
THE BEATLES
here comes the sun,
and I say it's all right.
Little darling, it's been
a long cold lonely winter.
Little darling, it feels like
years since it's been here.
Here comes the sun,
here comes the sun
and I say it's all right.
Little darling, the smiles
returning to the faces.
Little darling, it seems like
years since it's been here.
Here comes the sun,
here comes the sun
and I say it's all right.
Sun, sun, sun, here it comes...
Sun, sun, sun, here it comes...
Sun, sun, sun, here it comes...
Sun, sun, sun, here it comes...
Sun, sun, sun, here it comes...
Little darling, I feel that
ice is slowly melting.
Little darling, it seems like
years since it's been clear.
Here comes the sun,
here comes the sun,
and I say it's all right.
It's all right.
THE BEATLES
Had I the heavens’ embroidered cloths, Enwrought with golden and silver light, The blue and the dim and the dark cloths Of night and light and the half-light, I would spread the cloths under your feet: But I, being poor, have only my dreams;
I have spread my dreams under your feet; Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.
WB YEATS
I have spread my dreams under your feet; Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.
WB YEATS
the cat's mother
money, money, money
true minds
Let me not to the marriage of true minds admit impediments. Love is not love which alters when it alteration finds, or bends with the remover to remove:
O no! it is an ever-fixed mark that looks on tempests and is never shaken; it is the star to every wandering bark, whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken.
Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks within his bending sickle's compass come: love alters not with his brief hours and weeks, but bears it out even to the edge of doom.
If this be error and upon me proved, I never writ, nor no man ever loved.
O no! it is an ever-fixed mark that looks on tempests and is never shaken; it is the star to every wandering bark, whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken.
Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks within his bending sickle's compass come: love alters not with his brief hours and weeks, but bears it out even to the edge of doom.
If this be error and upon me proved, I never writ, nor no man ever loved.
happy or positive = everything
Hope is the thing with feathers
That perches in the soul,
And sings the tune without the words, and never stops at all,
And sweetest in the gale is heard;
And sore must be the storm
That could abash the little bird
That kept so many warm.
I've heard it in the chilliest land
And on the strangest sea;
Yet, never, in extremity,
It asked a crumb of me.
That perches in the soul,
And sings the tune without the words, and never stops at all,
And sweetest in the gale is heard;
And sore must be the storm
That could abash the little bird
That kept so many warm.
I've heard it in the chilliest land
And on the strangest sea;
Yet, never, in extremity,
It asked a crumb of me.
how I'm getting by. . .
what would YOU do?
What would do think
if I sang out of tune,
Would you stand up
and walk out on me.
Lend me your ears
and I'll sing you a song,
And I'll try not to sing out of key.
I get by with a little help from my friends, I get high with a little help from my friends, I'm gonna try with a little help from my friends.
What do I do when my love is away? (Does it worry you to be alone?) How do I feel by the end of the day? (Are you sad because you're on your own?)
No, I get by with a little help from my friends, Mmm, I get high with a little help from my friends, Mmm, I'm gonna to try with a little help from my friends
Do you need anybody?
I need somebody to love.
Could it be anybody?
I want somebody to love.
Would you believe in a love at first sight? Yes I'm certain that it happens all the time. What do you see when you turn out the light? I can't tell you, but I know it's mine.
Oh... I get by
with a little help from my friends,
I'm gonna try
with a little help from my friends
I get high
with a little help from my friends
Yes, I get by
with a little help from my friends,
with a little help from my friends...
if I sang out of tune,
Would you stand up
and walk out on me.
Lend me your ears
and I'll sing you a song,
And I'll try not to sing out of key.
I get by with a little help from my friends, I get high with a little help from my friends, I'm gonna try with a little help from my friends.
What do I do when my love is away? (Does it worry you to be alone?) How do I feel by the end of the day? (Are you sad because you're on your own?)
No, I get by with a little help from my friends, Mmm, I get high with a little help from my friends, Mmm, I'm gonna to try with a little help from my friends
Do you need anybody?
I need somebody to love.
Could it be anybody?
I want somebody to love.
Would you believe in a love at first sight? Yes I'm certain that it happens all the time. What do you see when you turn out the light? I can't tell you, but I know it's mine.
Oh... I get by
with a little help from my friends,
I'm gonna try
with a little help from my friends
I get high
with a little help from my friends
Yes, I get by
with a little help from my friends,
with a little help from my friends...
if I can't get on line, whilst I'm on my hols: what's the theme tune gonna be?
and if you believe this. . .
. . .you'll believe anything!
on Valentine's Day, kisses win over being someone's ex. . .
X?
There's no time for us
There's no place for us
What is this thing that
builds our dreams
yet slips away
From us
Who wants to live forever?
Who wants to live forever?
There's no chance for us
It's all decided for us
This world has only
one sweet moment
set aside for us
Who wants to live forever?
Who wants to live forever?
Who dares to love forever?
When love must die
But touch my tears with your lips
Touch my world with your fingertips
And we can have forever
And we can love forever
Forever is our today
Who wants to live forever?
Who wants to live forever?
Forever is our today
Who waits forever anyway?
words and music by
Brian May
There's no place for us
What is this thing that
builds our dreams
yet slips away
From us
Who wants to live forever?
Who wants to live forever?
There's no chance for us
It's all decided for us
This world has only
one sweet moment
set aside for us
Who wants to live forever?
Who wants to live forever?
Who dares to love forever?
When love must die
But touch my tears with your lips
Touch my world with your fingertips
And we can have forever
And we can love forever
Forever is our today
Who wants to live forever?
Who wants to live forever?
Forever is our today
Who waits forever anyway?
words and music by
Brian May
chocolate box
Got a black magic woman
I got a black magic woman
Yes, I got a black magic woman
Got me so blind I can't see
But she's a black magic woman
And she's tryin' to make a devil
out of me
Don't turn your back on me baby
Don't turn your back on me baby
No, don't turn your back
on me baby
You're messin around
with your tricks
Don't turn your back on me baby
'Cause you might just
break up my magic stick
You got your spell on me baby
You got your spell on me baby
Yes, you got your spell on me baby
You're turning my heart into stone
I need you so bad
Magic woman
I can't leave you alone
Yes, I need you so bad
Well, I need you darling
Yeah, I need you darling
Yes, I want you to love me
I want you to love me
I want you to love me
Yes, I need your love
Oh, I need your love so bad
I want you love me
as sung by SANTANA
I got a black magic woman
Yes, I got a black magic woman
Got me so blind I can't see
But she's a black magic woman
And she's tryin' to make a devil
out of me
Don't turn your back on me baby
Don't turn your back on me baby
No, don't turn your back
on me baby
You're messin around
with your tricks
Don't turn your back on me baby
'Cause you might just
break up my magic stick
You got your spell on me baby
You got your spell on me baby
Yes, you got your spell on me baby
You're turning my heart into stone
I need you so bad
Magic woman
I can't leave you alone
Yes, I need you so bad
Well, I need you darling
Yeah, I need you darling
Yes, I want you to love me
I want you to love me
I want you to love me
Yes, I need your love
Oh, I need your love so bad
I want you love me
as sung by SANTANA
ramdom rabble?
needles?
Three little birds,
Sat on my window.
And they told me
I don't need to worry.
Summer came like cinnamon
So sweet, little girls
Double-dutch on the concrete.
Maybe sometimes,
We've got it wrong,
But it's alright
The more things seem to change,
The more they stay the same
Oh, don't you hesitate.
Girl, put your records on,
Tell me your favourite song
You go ahead,
Let your hair down
Sapphire and faded jeans,
I hope you get your dreams,
Just go ahead,
Let your hair down.
You're gonna find yourself
Somewhere, somehow.
Blue as the sky,
Sunburnt and lonely,
Sipping tea in the bar
By the roadside,
(just relax, just relax)
Don't you let those other boys
Fool you,
Got to love that afro hair do.
Maybe sometimes,
We feel afraid, but it's alright
The more you stay the same,
The more they seem to change.
Don't you think it's strange?
'Twas more than I could take,
Pity for pity's sake
Some nights kept me awake,
I thought that I was stronger
When you gonna realise,
That you don't even have to
Try any longer?
Do what you want to.
Girl, put your records on,
Tell me your favourite song
You go ahead, let your hair down
Sapphire and faded jeans,
I hope you get your dreams,
Just go ahead, let your hair down.
Oh, you're gonna find yourself
Somewhere, somehow
Corinne Bailey Rae
Sat on my window.
And they told me
I don't need to worry.
Summer came like cinnamon
So sweet, little girls
Double-dutch on the concrete.
Maybe sometimes,
We've got it wrong,
But it's alright
The more things seem to change,
The more they stay the same
Oh, don't you hesitate.
Girl, put your records on,
Tell me your favourite song
You go ahead,
Let your hair down
Sapphire and faded jeans,
I hope you get your dreams,
Just go ahead,
Let your hair down.
You're gonna find yourself
Somewhere, somehow.
Blue as the sky,
Sunburnt and lonely,
Sipping tea in the bar
By the roadside,
(just relax, just relax)
Don't you let those other boys
Fool you,
Got to love that afro hair do.
Maybe sometimes,
We feel afraid, but it's alright
The more you stay the same,
The more they seem to change.
Don't you think it's strange?
'Twas more than I could take,
Pity for pity's sake
Some nights kept me awake,
I thought that I was stronger
When you gonna realise,
That you don't even have to
Try any longer?
Do what you want to.
Girl, put your records on,
Tell me your favourite song
You go ahead, let your hair down
Sapphire and faded jeans,
I hope you get your dreams,
Just go ahead, let your hair down.
Oh, you're gonna find yourself
Somewhere, somehow
Corinne Bailey Rae
life is short
break the rules:
forgive quickly,
kiss slowly,
love truly,
laugh often,
cry sometimes...
...but never regret anything that made you smile...
forgive quickly,
kiss slowly,
love truly,
laugh often,
cry sometimes...
...but never regret anything that made you smile...
life is short: your rules?
which you rather find. . .
I don't like
Throw your heart over the fence and the rest will follow
Norman Vincent Peale
(1898 - 1993)
Norman Vincent Peale
(1898 - 1993)
over the fence
at some stage I will endeavour to make this slightly more interesting; please bear with me in the interim period. . .
please bear with me
14 comments:
Friday??? I thought it was still Thursday! Happy Friday and yes please.
It's Friday somewhere, eh? I'll have a go...the baking I typically do is to open package, place on cookie sheet and bake for 12 minutes at the prescribed temp.
BUBBLES!!!!!!!
:-)
And I'll have you know that MOON SAND is gluten free! Woooooohooooo!!!!!
So WHAT if play-dough isn't.
I have MOON SAND!!!
AND I have bubbles and sidewalk chalks AND--dangit, where's that nerf-ball gun?!
AND!
AND!!!
Yup.
FAT FLAKES!!
Omgosh....it's snowing to beat the band.
OH!!!!!!
Mr. Snowman-in-a-bucket!
<--is horribly excited for near midnight on a Thursday
(k.....mighta had too much coffee..LOL)
(((((((((( ILTV ))))))))))))
You're too cool. :-)
In a week's time it will be Boxing Day!! Huzzah!!!
Will we have cold turkey sandwiches next week?
would you like me to cook a ham as well, Dave? I actually watched the tv last night and saw Nigella rustle up some festive treats
didn't look that tricky, "I could manage that" I thought after years of thinking it was really complicated and sticking to what I know
given that there's only going to be three of us for Christmas lunch (The Teen will be elsewhere) this year I almost chose duck, but the children wanted their traditional lunch so I managed to find a very small turkey
so I'll be serving up said turkey and all the trimmings (I'm the only one who eats the trimmings - that'll be a slightly wasted effort)(and there will be lots of everything left over for sandwiches, I suspect)
they also want me to do Christmas cake, pudding and mince pies (even tho neither of them eat any of those - and neither do I) and M-T wants me to light brandy and pour it over the pud so it flames . . .
so yes, there will be
and altho I haven't made my own seasonal chutney this year I do have some silverskin onions, gherkins and assorted pickles
will you be around next Friday to have left-overs then? when are you going to tell us where you're going!
I'm not cool, dear Mel, not really - just easily inspired!
shot my children far prefer shop bought cakes and biscuits, even the cookie dough bake at home variety, to my own
and I'm a fair cook
it's always been very disappointing
they don't even like the icing!
has never stopped me baking tho!
Mig I will go and get my mother's cookery notebook and write a piece obout Pepakaka then!
(-:
I'm going to Australia to play cricket - and so are you. Carol's lent you her bat.
my cricket whites have been washed at an un-environmentally friendly temperature and are almost sparkling with brightness, the team jumper has been knitted, I've brushed up on my Aborigine art (just in case anyone wants to learn something when we're down there), have been genning up on Men At Work lyrics. . .
have I forgotten anything?
Oh, I'm not particularly fond of sweets or frosting or cookies anyway.
But I want the bowl when it's done. Cuz it's too fun from fingers!
And I wanna play with the gingerbreadmens and make 'em walk and skip and talk!
And, of course, I wanna find out their names before someone bites their heads off.
So I can make the offending party feel guilty.
*nodding*
Did that one year and himself told me he'd never eat another gingerbread man.....LOL
Gawwwddddd...he's sooooooooo neurotic....LOL
Oh!
OH!!
Six inches and STILL counting!!!
That makes for a foot of snow on the ground already!
:-)
<-- now going to make angels!!
Ooh! Pepakaka sounds such fun. even more than gingerbread :)
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