Wednesday, 29 July 2009

a favourite poem


by: W.B. Yeats

      WENT out to the hazel wood,
      Because a fire was in my head,
      And cut and peeled a hazel wand,
      And hooked a berry to a thread;
      And when white moths were on the wing,
      And moth-like stars were flickering out,
      I dropped the berry in a stream
      And caught a little silver trout.
      When I had laid it on the floor
      I went to blow the fire a-flame,
      But something rustled on the floor,
      And some one called me by my name:
      It had become a glimmering girl
      With apple blossom in her hair
      Who called me by my name and ran
      And faded through the brightening air.
      Though I am old with wandering
      Through hollow lands and hilly lands,
      I will find out where she has gone,
      And kiss her lips and take her hands;
      And walk among long dappled grass,
      And pluck till time and times are done
      The silver apples of the moon,
      The golden apples of the sun.

Saturday, 25 July 2009

Random thoughts

some more important than others......

and in no particular order.........

- Stargate jumped the shark(for me) when Jack O'Neill left(much as I adore Colonel Carter)

- I really really enjoyed the Tour de France this year; always do, but this year much more so; more than Wimbledon......

- I had a psychic connection with my dear husband today which showed me the fear he is feeling.......don't wish to go into detail, but I wished I could hold him close and just comfort him; unfortunately that is not his thing, so I couldn't: but it gave me a big insight......and I'm very grateful for that......he is, was, and always will be the love of my life, and we have been to hell and back together; I consider myself extremely fortunate to have this connection.......

- I want/need/intend to get(when appropriate) a kitten: still grieving for my glorious beautiful Duchess, never to be replaced, and have her two lovely old lady sisters: but I have a need to be a caregiver to a new young life too: only when appropriate, and I have no idea when that will be(very likely not for some time) but just knowing that that is there for me will be such a good feeling. A wee feline spirit, waiting for me, somewhere out there.........will also help me deal with the letting go process of old age, knowing that I can give a loving home to a wee one ......and this may sound daft, but I know 'the one' is there, waiting, waiting.........

- so.......make a start on tidying up, and kittenproofing the, that's what I call an incentive.......

and to all who have ever visited and read here, thank you from the bottom of my heart.......

Thursday, 16 July 2009

The Question: How am I doing?

The answer: The Four of Cups

In some situations, you must focus on yourself. When life is too stressful, you need to devote time and energy to yourself or you will feel swamped. The Four of Cups can represent a positive period of self-reflection and renewal. By taking the time to go within to dream, muse and reflect, you restore your emotional balance.

with thanks to: T

Friday, 10 July 2009

100th blog entry

just realised that yesterday was my 100th blog entry. Wow.....that is a lot, for me :)

Thursday, 9 July 2009


There must be some way out of here
Said the joker to the thief
There's too much confusion
I can't get no relief

from "All Along the Watchtower" (Bob Dylan)

Monday, 6 July 2009

Dorothy Parker


Razors pain you; Rivers are damp;
Acids stain you; And drugs cause cramp.
Guns aren't lawful; Nooses give;
Gas smells awful; You might as well live.

1919-1929 By Dorothy Parker