tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-46600731857501282962024-03-12T18:19:58.522-07:00MY...MAGPIE...HEARTMISS PEACH ~(^.^)~http://www.blogger.com/profile/09477572706387339613noreply@blogger.comBlogger61125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4660073185750128296.post-31991124781131235332018-10-12T17:37:00.001-07:002018-10-12T17:37:30.571-07:00HARKEN NOW THE DARKNESS COMES<div dir="auto"><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1cU44AMDnJ0ZBw9ScwzeIrInOywm4zZAw7SAYCD8gDr7CHJlAsNDJJ_0W-A99J2_NGD0ChRhMj2vJU_GjCZ5uZLGYcK4fV8PY3mDJQPlL296p2_5boC5WJr-DWpBGG00e4Mauio8os8h6/s1600/IMG_0795-750576.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1cU44AMDnJ0ZBw9ScwzeIrInOywm4zZAw7SAYCD8gDr7CHJlAsNDJJ_0W-A99J2_NGD0ChRhMj2vJU_GjCZ5uZLGYcK4fV8PY3mDJQPlL296p2_5boC5WJr-DWpBGG00e4Mauio8os8h6/s320/IMG_0795-750576.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_6611634222360311858" /></a></div><br></div><div dir="auto"><br></div><div dir="auto"><div style="color:rgb(49,49,49);word-spacing:1px" dir="auto"><div class="gmail_quote"><span style="color:rgb(255,255,255);font-family:Arial,Verdana,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:0.75rem;letter-spacing:0.23999999463558197px;background-color:rgb(17,17,17)">Mists gather in the valleys and pour down the ancient riverbeds to the darkening sea. Gone the fires of autumn's glory, lost to the legions of cloud-swept days and chilling rains. Gone to wild geese flying southward, gone the last of summer's bounty. Mornings rimed with silver frost, evenings gathering gloom for sitting round the hearthfires glow. Hearken now, the darkness comes!</span><br style="box-sizing:border-box;color:rgb(255,255,255);font-family:Arial,Verdana,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:12px;letter-spacing:0.23999999463558197px;background-color:rgb(17,17,17)"><br style="box-sizing:border-box;color:rgb(255,255,255);font-family:Arial,Verdana,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:12px;letter-spacing:0.23999999463558197px;background-color:rgb(17,17,17)"><span style="color:rgb(255,255,255);font-family:Arial,Verdana,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:0.75rem;letter-spacing:0.23999999463558197px;background-color:rgb(17,17,17)">In the vale under the moor, the village speeds it's frantic pace.Thatcher's finish repairs on thick round roofs to hold out the nows ofwinter. Children bring in the last of the nuts and withered fruits from the woods. The wheat is threshed and winnowed on the chilly breeze. Woodsmoke rises from the hearthfires and axes ring in the clear air. Down from the moors come the cattle and sheep to the winter fields, come too the pigs from the forest glades. The smell of blood is thick in upon the air as those animals chosen for the slaughter are slain and cured against the winter's needs. The planting begun at Beltane is now the harvest. Hearken now, the darkness comes!</span><br style="box-sizing:border-box;color:rgb(255,255,255);font-family:Arial,Verdana,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:12px;letter-spacing:0.23999999463558197px;background-color:rgb(17,17,17)"><br style="box-sizing:border-box;color:rgb(255,255,255);font-family:Arial,Verdana,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:12px;letter-spacing:0.23999999463558197px;background-color:rgb(17,17,17)"><span style="color:rgb(255,255,255);font-family:Arial,Verdana,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:0.75rem;letter-spacing:0.23999999463558197px;background-color:rgb(17,17,17)">In the great forests that lie across the land, the leaves form a thickcarpet upon the ground, upon which treads the King Stag, velvet gone from his crown of horn, challenging all with his trumpeting cries. The bear and the fat squirrels seek their dens. The wolves stir in the cold, and their voices rise in songs to the moon. Now is the time of the Hunter. His shadow flies across the midnight sky, His horn sounds in the wind like thunder, His red-eyed hounds fly on before. Hearken now, the darkness comes!</span><br style="box-sizing:border-box;color:rgb(255,255,255);font-family:Arial,Verdana,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:12px;letter-spacing:0.23999999463558197px;background-color:rgb(17,17,17)"><br style="box-sizing:border-box;color:rgb(255,255,255);font-family:Arial,Verdana,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:12px;letter-spacing:0.23999999463558197px;background-color:rgb(17,17,17)"><span style="color:rgb(255,255,255);font-family:Arial,Verdana,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:0.75rem;letter-spacing:0.23999999463558197px;background-color:rgb(17,17,17)">She who stands guardian now is no longer the soft Maiden of spring, nor yet the fecund Mother full of the heat of summer. It is Cerridwen now, the Crone, the Hag, who stands without. In dreams and trance you see her, holding the cauldron into which all that live must go. Holding the cauldron that is Death. Gone too the young Lord of Spring, the Summer King. Now is the time of Herne the Hunter, wild master of the Winter's night. Harsh he is and full of fire, Lord of Death made manifest. Hearken now, the darkness comes!</span><br style="box-sizing:border-box;color:rgb(255,255,255);font-family:Arial,Verdana,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:12px;letter-spacing:0.23999999463558197px;background-color:rgb(17,17,17)"><br style="box-sizing:border-box;color:rgb(255,255,255);font-family:Arial,Verdana,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:12px;letter-spacing:0.23999999463558197px;background-color:rgb(17,17,17)"><span style="color:rgb(255,255,255);font-family:Arial,Verdana,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:0.75rem;letter-spacing:0.23999999463558197px;background-color:rgb(17,17,17)">And in the turning of the year, the walls of time and space become as air, until life and death are as one and departed souls walk again among the living. Here on this most sacred night, as the old year died and the new was born, around the fires the people gathered in celebration. There was wine and cider from the vines and groves, bread from the fields of winnowed wheat, and meat steaming from the slaughter. A great feast and celebration of life to take into the darkness. Hearken now, the darkness comes!</span><br style="box-sizing:border-box;color:rgb(255,255,255);font-family:Arial,Verdana,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:12px;letter-spacing:0.23999999463558197px;background-color:rgb(17,17,17)"><br style="box-sizing:border-box;color:rgb(255,255,255);font-family:Arial,Verdana,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:12px;letter-spacing:0.23999999463558197px;background-color:rgb(17,17,17)"><span style="color:rgb(255,255,255);font-family:Arial,Verdana,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:0.75rem;letter-spacing:0.23999999463558197px;background-color:rgb(17,17,17)">And as the earth moved onward into the darkness, the veil between the worlds grew thin, and strange beings walked upon the land. See now the pooka shake his tangled mane, the sidhe come forth from out the hollow hills, listen as the bean sidhe sings forth her terrible cry. And against this army of eldritch power, men did wield a greater weapon as fires sprang forth upon the hilltops and lit the standing stones and village greens. Dancing, swirling, leaping past the fires, the people held back the powers of the night with light and music until the dawn came once more. Yet still the darkness comes!</span><br style="box-sizing:border-box;color:rgb(255,255,255);font-family:Arial,Verdana,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:12px;letter-spacing:0.23999999463558197px;background-color:rgb(17,17,17)"><br style="box-sizing:border-box;color:rgb(255,255,255);font-family:Arial,Verdana,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:12px;letter-spacing:0.23999999463558197px;background-color:rgb(17,17,17)"><span style="color:rgb(255,255,255);font-family:Arial,Verdana,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:0.75rem;letter-spacing:0.23999999463558197px;background-color:rgb(17,17,17)">Turn and turn again the Earth did in its endless dance among the stars. Gone now the villages that lay beneath the downs and among the wolds. Gone the straight track and winding sheep path. Gone the King Stag and the shaggy bear. Yet still we hear an echo of that time and place as we sit to honor our blessed dead, as our children dress and monsters and play in the shadows. We hear the whisper of the Goddess in our hearts, and sometimes, late at night we hearken to the cry of the Hunt high in our crowded skies. Hearken, for the darkness comes!</span><br style="box-sizing:border-box;color:rgb(255,255,255);font-family:Arial,Verdana,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:12px;letter-spacing:0.23999999463558197px;background-color:rgb(17,17,17)"><br style="box-sizing:border-box;color:rgb(255,255,255);font-family:Arial,Verdana,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:12px;letter-spacing:0.23999999463558197px;background-color:rgb(17,17,17)"><span style="color:rgb(255,255,255);font-family:Arial,Verdana,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:0.75rem;letter-spacing:0.23999999463558197px;background-color:rgb(17,17,17)">And we, the spirit children of that ancient age, we remember. Though we labor not in the fields of waving grain, yet do we too now bring in our harvest. We gather to ourselves the fruits of our projects begun in the spring of the year and ready ourselves for a time of rest and introspection. We unburden ourselves with that which is no longer needful for our survival through the winter of the year.</span><br style="box-sizing:border-box;color:rgb(255,255,255);font-family:Arial,Verdana,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:12px;letter-spacing:0.23999999463558197px;background-color:rgb(17,17,17)"><br style="box-sizing:border-box;color:rgb(255,255,255);font-family:Arial,Verdana,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:12px;letter-spacing:0.23999999463558197px;background-color:rgb(17,17,17)"><span style="color:rgb(255,255,255);font-family:Arial,Verdana,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:0.75rem;letter-spacing:0.23999999463558197px;background-color:rgb(17,17,17)">We the children of this ancient age remember too our honored dead who speak to us again as the walls of this world grow thin. We pass the Cup of Remembrance as we think upon one who has gone before. We remember the good times and the bright things we treasure from their memories, and we allow them to fly free. We make our peace with She who waits for all.</span><br style="box-sizing:border-box;color:rgb(255,255,255);font-family:Arial,Verdana,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:12px;letter-spacing:0.23999999463558197px;background-color:rgb(17,17,17)"><br style="box-sizing:border-box;color:rgb(255,255,255);font-family:Arial,Verdana,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:12px;letter-spacing:0.23999999463558197px;background-color:rgb(17,17,17)"><span style="color:rgb(255,255,255);font-family:Arial,Verdana,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:0.75rem;letter-spacing:0.23999999463558197px;background-color:rgb(17,17,17)">We remember the fears of the darkness, and in our masquerade and games, we come to terms with Death and with change. For such is the meaning at the heart of the feast.</span><br style="box-sizing:border-box;color:rgb(255,255,255);font-family:Arial,Verdana,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:12px;letter-spacing:0.23999999463558197px;background-color:rgb(17,17,17)"><br style="box-sizing:border-box;color:rgb(255,255,255);font-family:Arial,Verdana,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:12px;letter-spacing:0.23999999463558197px;background-color:rgb(17,17,17)"><span style="color:rgb(255,255,255);font-family:Arial,Verdana,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:0.75rem;letter-spacing:0.23999999463558197px;background-color:rgb(17,17,17)">So prepare you now as the darkness comes. Ready the harvest of your hopes and dreams. Light the fires against ignorance and fear. For remember also, that the darkness is but one turn upon the Wheel, it is the darkness of the womb. And the Death we all must face is merely the doorway to the Life to come. </span><br style="box-sizing:border-box;color:rgb(255,255,255);font-family:Arial,Verdana,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:12px;letter-spacing:0.23999999463558197px;background-color:rgb(17,17,17)"><br style="box-sizing:border-box;color:rgb(255,255,255);font-family:Arial,Verdana,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:12px;letter-spacing:0.23999999463558197px;background-color:rgb(17,17,17)"><span style="color:rgb(255,255,255);font-family:Arial,Verdana,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:0.75rem;letter-spacing:0.23999999463558197px;background-color:rgb(17,17,17)">-- LARK</span></div></div><br style="color:rgb(49,49,49);word-spacing:1px"></div> MISS PEACH ~(^.^)~http://www.blogger.com/profile/09477572706387339613noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4660073185750128296.post-10835469839463842482016-12-01T02:23:00.000-08:002016-12-01T02:23:12.820-08:00DEZEMBER 2016<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<span style="-webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; background-color: white; color: #333333; display: inline !important; float: none; font-family: verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14.66px; font-style: normal; font-variant-caps: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;">The night is freezing fast,</span><br style="-webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14.66px; font-style: normal; font-variant-caps: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;" /><span style="-webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; background-color: white; color: #333333; display: inline !important; float: none; font-family: verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14.66px; font-style: normal; font-variant-caps: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;">Tomorrow comes December;</span><br style="-webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14.66px; font-style: normal; font-variant-caps: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;" /><span style="-webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; background-color: white; color: #333333; display: inline !important; float: none; font-family: verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14.66px; font-style: normal; font-variant-caps: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;">And winterfalls of old</span><br style="-webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14.66px; font-style: normal; font-variant-caps: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;" /><span style="-webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; background-color: white; color: #333333; display: inline !important; float: none; font-family: verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14.66px; font-style: normal; font-variant-caps: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;">Are with me from the past</span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 22.88px;">Swiftly fly the years</span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 22.88px;">Laden with happiness and tears"</span></div>
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<span style="color: #333333; font-size: medium;"><b><br class="Apple-interchange-newline" />Yellow
Shirt, The</b></span><br /><span style="font-size: xx-small;">by: Darliine, Source Unknown</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: verdana,arial,helvetica; font-size: x-small;">The baggy yellow shirt had long
sleeves, four extra-large pockets trimmed in black thread and snaps up the
front. It was faded from years of wear, but still in decent shape. I found it in
1963 when I was home from college on Christmas break, rummaging through bags of
clothes Mom intended to give away.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: verdana,arial,helvetica; font-size: x-small;">"You're not taking that old thing,
are you?" Mom said when she saw me packing the yellow shirt. "I wore that when I
was pregnant with your brother in 1954!"</span><br />
<span style="font-family: verdana,arial,helvetica; font-size: x-small;">"It's just the thing to wear over
my clothes during art class, Mom. Thanks!" I slipped it into my suitcase before
she could object.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: verdana,arial,helvetica; font-size: x-small;">The yellow shirt became a part of
my college wardrobe. I loved it. After graduation, I wore the shirt the day I
moved into my new apartment and on Saturday mornings when I cleaned.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: verdana,arial,helvetica; font-size: x-small;">The next year, I married. When I
became pregnant, I wore the yellow shirt during big-belly days. I missed Mom and
the rest of my family, since we were in Colorado and they were in Illinois. But
that shirt helped. I smiled, remembering that Mother had worn it when she was
pregnant, 15 years earlier.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: verdana,arial,helvetica; font-size: x-small;">That Christmas, mindful of the warm
feelings the shirt had given me, I patched one elbow, wrapped it in holiday
paper and sent it to Mom. When Mom wrote to thank me for her "real" gifts, she
said the yellow shirt was lovely. She never mentioned it again.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: verdana,arial,helvetica; font-size: x-small;">The next year, my husband, daughter
and I stopped at Mom and Dad's to pick up some furniture. Days later, when we
uncrated the kitchen table, I noticed something yellow taped to its bottom. The
shirt! And so the pattern was set.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: verdana,arial,helvetica; font-size: x-small;">On our next visit home, I secretly
placed the shirt under Mom and Dad's mattress. I don't know how long it took for
her to find it, but almost two years passed before I discovered in under the
base of our living-room floor lamp. The yellow shirt was just what I needed now
while refinishing furniture. The walnut stains added character.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: verdana,arial,helvetica; font-size: x-small;">In 1975 my husband and I divorced.
With my three children, I prepared to move back to Illinois. As I packed, a deep
depression overtook me. I wondered if I could make it on my own. I wondered if I
would find a job. I paged through the Bible, looking for comfort. In Ephesians,
I read, "So use every piece of God's armor to resist the enemy whenever he
attaches, and when it is all over, you will be standing up."</span><br />
<span style="font-family: verdana,arial,helvetica; font-size: x-small;">I tried to picture myself wearing
God's armor, but all I saw was the stained yellow shirt. Slowly, it dawned on
me. Wasn't my mother's love a piece of God's armor? My courage was
renewed.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: verdana,arial,helvetica; font-size: x-small;">Unpacking in our new home, I knew I
had to get the shirt back to Mother. The next time I visited her, I tucked it in
her bottom dresser drawer. Meanwhile, I found a good job at a radio station. A
year later I discovered the yellow shirt hidden in a rag bag in my cleaning
closet. Something new had been added. Embroidered in bright green across the
breast pocket were the works "I BELONG TO PAT." Not to be outdone, I got out my
own embroidery materials and added an apostrophe and seven more letters. Now the
shirt proudly proclaimed, "I BELONG TO PAT'S MOTHER."</span><br />
<span style="font-family: verdana,arial,helvetica; font-size: x-small;">But I didn't stop there. I
zigzagged all the frayed seams, then had a friend mail the shirt in a fancy box
to Mom from Arlington, VA. We enclosed an official-looking letter from "The
Institute for the Destitute," announcing that she was the recipient of an award
for good deeds. I would have given anything to see Mom's face when she opened
the box.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: verdana,arial,helvetica; font-size: x-small;">But, of course, she never mentioned
it. Two years later, in 1978, I remarried. The day of our wedding, Harold and I
put our car in a friend's garage to avoid practical jokers. After the wedding,
while my husband drove us to our honeymoon suite, I reached for a pillow in the
car to rest my head. It felt lumpy. I unzipped the case and found, wrapped in
wedding paper, the yellow shirt. Inside a pocket was a note: "Read John 14:
27-29. I love you both, Mother." That night I paged through the Bible in a hotel
room and found the verses: "I am leaving you with a gift: peace of mind and
heart. And the peace I give isn't fragile like the peace the world gives. So
don't be troubled or afraid. Remember what I told you: I am going away, but I
will come back to you again. If you really love me, you will be very happy for
me, for now I can go to the Father, who is greater than I am. I have told you
these things before they happen so that when they do, you will believe in
me."</span><br />
<span style="font-family: verdana,arial,helvetica; font-size: x-small;">The shirt was Mother's final gift.
She had known for three months that she had terminal Lou Gehrig's disease.
Mother died the following year at age 57.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: verdana,arial,helvetica; font-size: x-small;">I was tempted to send the yellow
shirt with her to her grave. But I'm glad I didn't, because it is a vivid
reminder of the love-filled game she and I played for 16 years. Besides, my
older daughter is in college now, majoring in art. And every art student needs a
baggy yellow shirt with big
pockets.</span><br />
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<em style="font-size: 16px;">“I think everything in life is art. What you
do. How you dress. The way you love someone, and how you talk. Your smile and
your personality. What you believe in, and all your dreams. The way you drink
your tea. How you decorate your home. Or party. Your grocery list. The food you
make. How your writing looks. And the way you feel. Life is
art.”</em></div>
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-Helena Bonham Carter.</div>
</span>MISS PEACH ~(^.^)~http://www.blogger.com/profile/09477572706387339613noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4660073185750128296.post-33537604018600463102015-05-29T03:38:00.000-07:002015-05-29T03:38:27.830-07:00ROMANCE....<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I will make you brooches and toys for your delight</div>
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Of bird-song at morning and star-shine at night.</div>
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I will make a palace fit for you and me</div>
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Of green days in forests and blue days at sea.</div>
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I will make my kitchen, and you shall keep your room,</div>
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Where white flows the river and bright blows the broom,</div>
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And you shall wash your linen and keep your body white</div>
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In rainfall at morning and dew fall at night.</div>
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And this shall be for music when no one else is near,</div>
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The fine song for singing, the rare song to hear!</div>
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That only I remember, that only you admire,</div>
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Of the broad road that stretches and the roadside fire.</div>
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<br />MISS PEACH ~(^.^)~http://www.blogger.com/profile/09477572706387339613noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4660073185750128296.post-26541597226957203132014-11-30T00:19:00.001-08:002014-11-30T00:19:08.941-08:00FEELING SAD....This is the time of year I have always looked forward to...the quiet gray days of rest. This year for the first time I am deeply sad inside and out and do not know if I can make it through this season. Maybe because I am going to be 60 years old this Friday...I just feel so alone...friendless...deeply sad and melancholy is building to the overflow point. Daily chores are becoming a burden and hard to complete...the drudgery of it all is unbearable...I must raise my eyes upward and have faith in the light in the darkness...I will light a candle and remember those who came before me to shape my character and pray for their strength to uphold me...even tired old things still have some hidden beauty.<br />
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<b><span style="color: #660000; font-size: x-large;">are you safe in heavens sky?</span></b></div>
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<b><span style="color: #660000; font-size: x-large;">unaware what hides below</span></b></div>
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<b><span style="color: #660000; font-size: x-large;">the wolves, the hunt, the hate, the woe...</span></b></div>
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<b><span style="color: #660000; font-size: x-large;">suddenly your journey ends</span></b></div>
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<b><span style="color: #660000; font-size: x-large;">with broken wings in foreign lands.</span></b></div>
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<b><span style="color: #660000; font-size: x-large;">silently your feathers lay</span></b></div>
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<b><span style="color: #660000; font-size: x-large;">in golden wheat and fields of hay...</span></b></div>
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<b><span style="color: #660000; font-size: x-large;">sunflowers stand guard</span></b></div>
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<b><span style="color: #660000; font-size: x-large;">and poppies cry</span></b></div>
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<b><span style="color: #660000; font-size: x-large;">as soft winds blow the solemn lullaby.</span></b></div>
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<b><span style="color: #660000; font-size: x-large;">though you went without a fight,</span></b></div>
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<b><span style="color: #660000; font-size: x-large;">you will not fade into the night.</span></b></div>
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<b><span style="color: #660000; font-size: x-large;">your spirit soars up in a cloud of</span></b></div>
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<b><span style="color: #660000; font-size: x-large;">unfinished dreams~</span></b></div>
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<b><span style="color: #660000; font-size: x-large;">will we ever know what it all means?</span></b></div>
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<b><span style="color: #660000; font-size: x-large;">only the pain of invisible scars </span></b></div>
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica; line-height: 18px;"><span style="color: #0c343d; font-size: large;"><b>"They shall grow not old, as we that are
left grow old;</b></span></span></div>
<span style="color: #0c343d; font-family: Helvetica; font-size: large;"><b><div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="line-height: 18px;">Age
shall not weary them, nor the years condemn.</span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 18px;">At
the going down of the sun and in the morning</span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 18px;">We will remember
them."</span></div>
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Maureen O'Hara and John Wayne in THE QUIET MANMISS PEACH ~(^.^)~http://www.blogger.com/profile/09477572706387339613noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4660073185750128296.post-78485013273484625002014-01-01T15:05:00.002-08:002014-01-01T15:05:37.582-08:00HOULI MAKAHIKI HOU<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<br />MISS PEACH ~(^.^)~http://www.blogger.com/profile/09477572706387339613noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4660073185750128296.post-91381297664927087652013-12-25T03:31:00.004-08:002013-12-25T03:31:56.502-08:00WEIHNACHTSTIME....<div align="center">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEil-C691qli1EfSDbbm938ZnTsIXT4b96gc-f3YNY4emyROL4hj7om4oi5ua9yOaD4iTpp7du92q3tbTwp6zgSvq_6JFlDaNFRP8DCZBQ5bKOQI7_n8iotLy1JwibEkwbGGZQvWvS-AbBY3/s1600-h/PICT0639.JPG"></a><strong><span style="color: #663333;">~WEIHNACHTSTIME~<br />When the last
Kalendersheets<br />flattern through the winterstreets<br />and Dezemberwind is
blowing<br />then ist everybody knowing<br />that it is not allzuweit<br />she does
come the Weihnachtszeit<br />All the Menschen, Leute, </span></strong></div>
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<strong><span style="color: #663333;">people flippen out of ihr
warm Stüble<br />run to Kaufhof, Aldi, Mess<br />make Konsum and business,<br />kaufen
this und jene things<br />and the church turmglocke rings.<br />Manche holen sich a
Tännchen<br />when this brennt they cry "Attention".<br />Rufen for the
Feuerwehr<br />"Please come quick to löschen her!"<br />Goes the Tännchen off in
Rauch<br />they are standing on the Schlauch.<br />In the kitchen of the
house<br />mother makes the Christmasschmaus.<br />She is working, schufts and
bakes<br />the hit is now her Joghurtkeks<br />and the Opa says als Tester<br />"We
are killed bis to Silvester".<br />Then he fills the last Glas wine-<br />yes this
is the christmastime!<br />Day by day does so vergang<br />and the holy night does
come<br />you can think, you can remember<br />this is immer in Dezember.<br />Then
the childrenlein are coming<br />candle-Wachs is abwärts running.<br />Bing of
Crosby Christmas sings<br />while the Towerglocke rings<br />and the angels look so
fine<br />well this is the Weihnachtstime.<br />Baby-eyes are kugelrund<br />the
family feels kerngesund<br />when unterm Weihnachtsbaum they're hocking<br />then
nothing can them ever shocking.<br />They are happy, are so fine<br />this happens
in the christmastime.<br />The animals all in the house<br />the Hund, the Katz, the
bird, the Maus,<br />are turning round the Weihnachtsstress,<br />enjoy this as
never nie<br />well they find Kitekat and Chappi<br />in the Geschenkkarton of
Papi.<br />The family begins to sing<br />and wieder does a Glöckchen ring.<br />Zum
Song vom grünen Tannenbaum<br />the Tränen rennen down and down.<br />bis our mother
plötzlich flennt<br />"The christmas-Gans im Ofen brennt!"<br />Her nose indeed is
very fine,</span></strong></div>
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<strong><span style="color: #663333;">it is indeed
Weihnachtstime!</span></strong></div>
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An autumn day surrounded by beauty....</div>
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When Great Trees Fall<br />
Maya Angelou<br />
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When great trees fall,<br />
rocks on distant hills shudder,<br />
lions hunker down<br />
in tall grasses,<br />
and even elephants<br />
lumber after safety.<br />
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When great trees fall<br />
in forests,<br />
small things recoil into silence,<br />
their senses<br />
eroded beyond fear.<br />
<br />
When great souls die,<br />
the air around us becomes<br />
light, rare, sterile.<br />
We breathe, briefly.<br />
Our eyes, briefly,<br />
see with<br />
a hurtful clarity.<br />
Our memory, suddenly sharpened,<br />
examines,<br />
gnaws on kind words<br />
unsaid,<br />
promised walks<br />
never taken.<br />
<br />
Great souls die and<br />
our reality, bound to<br />
them, takes leave of us.<br />
Our souls,<br />
dependent upon their<br />
nurture,<br />
now shrink, wizened.<br />
Our minds, formed<br />
and informed by their<br />
radiance,<br />
fall away.<br />
We are not so much maddened<br />
as reduced to the unutterable ignorance<br />
of dark, cold<br />
caves.<br />
<br />
And when great souls die,<br />
after a period peace blooms,<br />
slowly and always<br />
irregularly. Spaces fill<br />
with a kind of<br />
soothing electric vibration.<br />
Our senses, restored, never<br />
to be the same, whisper to us.<br />
They existed. They existed.<br />
We can be. Be and be and be better. For they existed.</div>
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