Christmas

The most beautiful bit of christmas blogging i've found is at
www.hazelnutcottage.typepad .com
go view it!

Friends for the journey

This gift is beautiful to me on many levels.

One because it is beauty itself and feels so delicious to wear.

......because my nearly sister Jackie gave it me and come what whether, come what may. We are in it together, for the journey.

......because Jesus is my saviour and I am on a journey through life with Him.

......because me and miss Hazelnut cottage( the jewel's creator-see other succulent sites) have struck up a nice little email friendship.

......because all three of us believe in Jesus and journey together.

......because I love the film Lord of the rings and the sentiment behind this piece is one of the bits in the film which just gets me!

......because.........

Many journeys,

Many lives,

Sharing dreams,

Sharing drives,

Naked we enter,

Naked we leave,

Sharing the warmth,

As our ways we weave.

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I am so excited about the potential of my own creativity that I feel I may explode!

Once I have learnt this image making machine.

It is like learning to drive!

No comments please, yes, I remember it took me four attempts, but hey I did it!!!

Watch this space.........

up and down like a brides nighty

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Sometimes it's sad

Sometimes it's happy

It's all hit and miss hearts among the snappy happy

oh the incandescent womb of life. In all the excitement my nap routines all over the place. One minute i'm happy; the next i'm in tears and still happy , then i'm sad.

eeh christmas

there'll be tears before bedtime as nana would say. (i dont think i made it to breakfast, as for tomorrow..........................)

the treeeeeee

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The tree is up

the lights are on

curious kittens

fairies in mittens

dances of pearls

swirlings and twirls

Christmas merry christmas

and to all a bonne noel

xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx

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One more sleep till the birth of the saviour

is celebrated fully in floods of flavour

the gluttonous west

making merry of the best

even so

with or without snow

the love rolls over

from africa to dover

from heaven to hawaii

from preston to parii

the best giver of gifts

is given tomorrow

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Need I say more!

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With christmas money from thee
we bought ourselves a fine tree
it waits out doors
for tomorrows applause
because then there will be two wee sleeps

Chez Erica

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As i walked up to your house today

i saw my self in a peculiar way

all orange and wobbly

surrounded by green

its christmas

knock knock

please let me eeeeeen

moimeme

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I am an artist and shall take as many images as I like through my image capturing machine.

Per day, per hour, per sleep, per wake.

Thank you.

My two mums xxxxxx

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I love being an artist with artist friends!

Everything is so interesting with a kink on life at every turn.

i bet this took hours my two gorgeous hearted mums!

Christmas for me......

is about Easter

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HOW MANY????????

Il fait froid

minus 7
and dropping!!!!!!
stay in!!!!!!

spot the garden?

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HOW MANY SLEEPS?????

A very busy day

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Job club, blue skies, freezing weather, physio kiné massage mmm and owww, picture taking, shopping, tea making,friend making and keeping, life!

I'm knackered, but happy.

How are you?

fellow ezers and wild species of males?

Thank you

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Thank you friends, thank you family for the constant stream of parcels and post passing through my door. ;)

Les Fleurs

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Lavender and Lavendin,

Open your hearts and let me in,

In I step all warm and cosy,

loving hurts,

let me fill you with roses.

My little ones I love

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Dancing along in a lifetime of hugs,

From one to the other,

My sister, my brother,

To you, to me, to him , to her,

Life in its fullness,

lifetime all rich.

Dramatic, it plays out,

stitch after stitch,

one two three and four,

three four and six,

giving our hearts,

throw and catch,

show and tell.

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waiting

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text, me as per usual.

Hmmmmn How many sleeps till the taste of true northern noel arrives in the post!???

and how many sleeps till Santa comes?

(9, I am counting!)

snow snow its the season of snow

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It's days like these I wish I'd brought the washing in yesterday. But it makes for a pretty picture.

mm snow fresh sheets!

We are having a little flurry!!!!

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Alone in the garden,

all by herself,

through flurries of snow

she found a little elf!

purrrre kittyness

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French post boxes look like this

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Ooh the parcels are starting to come in!
"Curiouser and curiouser" says Alice, mmm and I?!

Morning Reflections

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Yin, Yang and Yip!

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Yin and Yang all curled up,

shortly joined by Yip.

The perfect equilibrium,

of a cosy, comfy kip!

Pansy watches dawn

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Here's my little Pansy,

looking out onto my street.

Is anyone coming?

Can she hear your feet?

je m'suis levée

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I love to get up first, to put the kettle on. Feed the welcoming commitee of kitties. Watch darkness turn to dawn. Savour that first coffee and give God the firstruits of my mind.

How incredibly fortunate I am to be here.

The Christmas factory continues........

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I went to the post office again yesterday for the nearly last time. I put my little parcels in the little swing door cabinet they have to check in your parcels.
"Hawaii!!!"
declared lovely Mademoiselle la poste.
"do you know everyone all over the world!"
(actually she said it in french and not exactly that but if i write it in french it would be nonsense for the non french speakers)
"nearly" said i "and two stamps for Canada please!"

I feel shit- scuze me french

I feel crap today, sore throat, sore ear, sore face exits, dry skin, grumpy, grumble grumble, me hairs crap. yellow and dry and broken.

Any way I tootled intoGoudargues in my faithful bellissimo wooky bella , to do the veg shop and catch mr post with me christmas boxes.

and lo and behold i was hugged, kissed, welcomed and declared beautiful ,in my what i thought ridiculous, skirt that id pulled on in a flurried hurry before leaving our cosy nest.

So yes now i feel better

It is so nice to be loved and enjoyed and to amuse people in ones own way, even when one feels shit and grumpy.

Then my beloved welcomed me when i got home.

I'm going to have honey biscuits, honey, lemon and ginger drink then a nap.

Have a nice day.

Imagine that, not even a picture.

The little nutbar!

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Since Pierrot's unfortunate three days in the neighbours shed, she's gone all out for being wild and extravagant.

Cuddle me now!

Feed me now!

I attack you now!

I play with you now!

Me me me now mow!

She's even took to scratching at our bedroom door if it's closed and she has started sleeping on our bed or rug at night.

Bless her furrycotton kittypants.

I think her life priorities changed during her isolation.

Poor little mite.

She has certainly come out full of life. She is currently attacking a thin length of material I've made into a toy for her, and diving across the chairs in a crazed and wild eyed fashion.

My tiny tabby tortoiseshell princess. The little nutbar is going to love her christmas present.

Ah, she has now exited through the catflap and her serene sister is snuggled contentedly next to me.

Pierrot has become quite clingy with me since the shed incident.

Jamie thinks that she has found in me a kindred spirit.

She eats little and often and becomes quite cross when she has run out of biscuits. She needs lots of cuddles and likes to be very cosy when she is tired. She mows till you settle her to sleep at night. She is playfull. She talks all the time and is generally very demanding. She always likes to know what you are doing and she watches you out of the window when you leave the house.

Hmm should I be offended?....

My big likl bruv

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He's out my precious Sambo!

Free! My little bruv is free in time for christmas.

WAHOOOOO!!!!!

He's free!

ooops!

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Well it had to happen!

I had my first unfortunate roadkill. A tiny bird. My friend Sarah who was with me at the time said it was obviously suicide as it hit the front twice. Her son JeanSé in the back of the car didin't notice as he had already passed out with fatigue. Or possibly fear. I wanted to go back but Sarah said we'd never find it. Poor pet.

It's little downy feather still lays upon my windscreen wiper.

I was only doing thirty.

I hope its little family is ok.

So, then I dropped them off at their warm cosy home in the middle of nowhere and while reversing out of the little spot smacked into the wall newly built by Jamie and not yet filtrated into my tiny mind. There I was reversing looking around for their little kitty so I didn't run her over and instead I hit the wall.

JeanSé said that in France they teach you to look behind when you are reversing.

Minimal damage to the car, none to the wall, I'm fine (if not a little Martini'd- shaken but not stirred) and not a kitty in sight. Maybe I should go and check my wheels.

Oh well here ends another day. What could tomorrow hold?

Terrible snapshot

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This one is not going on the christmas cards but what a cutie. My pretty, demanding little tuna faced biscuit muncher.

Tangible

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My mum. She feels so close to me at the moment. It's wierd. Maybe it's the season. I almost feel her warm tangible intense love. On an everyday level, she remains in my heart and thoughts but just today it's almost like she is here. Her smiling, laughing self, with her beautiful brown eyes. I can almost feel her wisdom, her strength. ¨

Probably it's just because it's christmas soon. Although I haven't been forcing my thoughts onto her.

I've just awoken this morning with her nearness of her spirit. She was so brilliant at bringing laughter into heavy serious situations.

The loss is different after ten years. I thought in the beginning I'd never be able to live without her. Never truly breathe. That I would never get over it.

But I have.

I live.

I breathe.

I have achieved many great things. Without her here.

I have used the gifts she gave me when she truly did breathe. And all those years of prayer she put in for me, even before I was born. God answered her. He continues to answer her.

I like to imagine she is having a cup of tea and a cream cake with Jesus and their friends in a beautiful garden full of blue flowers and fresias. Her favourite way to pass the time.

Thank you Lord for the life you have given me, the mother you chose for me, the father you chose for me, and all the love you constantly surround me with.

Thank you for giving her and for taking her.

My heart is yours forever.

Funny how real she is to me today.

If anyone is passing or has the time, I'd love some little blue flowers or fresias on her grave. Hand picked daisies even, she would love that, or blue wild flowers. Thank you.

Now I breathe deeply, heartily and walk into my day. Hand in hand with our Creator.

Marché de Noel

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There was a cute little french christmas market in our village today.

I won't complain about my difficulty in parking (grrrr) in support of the community loveliness.

We had a little wander. (not for long my lovely man is still a little peaky and spent the afternoon sleeping off the excitement.)

I avoided the tres smelly cheesy stall (oh how christmassy?) and found myself on a little craft stall full of things I could make and some things I have made.

I got so caught up with the gorgeous old lady who had made all the little things that I made some little purchases for the season.

Nana will love her new little surprise.

She will mostly be surprised that she hasn't got the usual jo-made lavender bag. But I think she will adore her replacement.

Joyeoux Noel!

ooh its nearly here!

How many sleeps? (thats not including naps).

Kitty?

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One of my little darlings has rather mysteriously managed to cover himself in glitter!

Perhaps he watched me making some christmas cards then attempted to make us one.

I shall await my green glittery envelope???!!!!!!

His warrior Princesses.

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From Hawaii to heaven,

From here to Preston,

warrior Princesses.

Take heart ,

He is risen!

Lift up your spirit,

Lift up your hearts.

Take up your swords,

With skirts, loves and all!