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Tuesday, December 6, 2011

Monday Musings....

'Wherever you are, be all there.'
~Jim Elliot~

TK xx

Sunday, December 4, 2011

Sunday Psalms & Songs

...in true Christmas spirit...

Good King Wenceslas looked out
On the feast of Stephen
Gath'ring winter fuel
When the snow lay round about
Deep and crisp and even
Brightly shone the moon that night
Though the frost was cruel
When a poor man came in sight

"Hither, page, and stand by me
If thou know'st it, telling
Yonder peasant, who is he?
Where and what his dwelling?"
"Sire, he lives a good league hence
Underneath the mountain
Right against the forest fence
By Saint Agnes' fountain."

"Bring me flesh and bring me wine
Bring me pine logs hither
Thou and I will see him dine
When we bear him thither."
Page and monarch forth they went
Forth they went together
Through the rude wind's wild lament
And the bitter weather

"Sire, the night is darker now
And the wind blows stronger
Fails my heart, I know not how,
I can go no longer."
"Mark my footsteps, my good page
Tread thou in them boldly
Thou shalt find the winter's rage
Freeze thy blood less coldly."

In his master's steps he trod
Where the snow lay dinted
Heat was in the very sod
Which the Saint had printed
Therefore, Christian men, be sure
Wealth or rank possessing
Ye who now will bless the poor
Shall yourselves find blessing

TK xx

Friday, December 2, 2011

Its starting to feel....


....A lot like Christmas.....

I am getting ready to head beachwards to spend Christmas with my entire family...its been a while.

Whilst I do love bright baubles and decorating with traditional colours, part of me also sighs with much appreciation at a washed out 'bleached' summer sunlight theme that so fits our Australian culture.

it soothes the mind and the soul....
it calms the overly sensitised spirit

and allows for a moment or two relaxing
and dreaming about what lies around the next bend in the road.

TK xx

Monday, November 28, 2011

Monday Musings....

"A friend is a gift you give yourself"
~Robert Louis Stevenson~
Stock Illustration - a young woman 
sitting on a giant 
gift box with 
shopping bags. 
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clipart, illustration 
posters, drawings 
and vector eps 
graphics images
In the madness of the ensuing 'Holiday Season' I thought this musing rather appropriate!!
TK xx

Sunday, November 27, 2011

Sunday Psalms & Songs

Whilst quietly reflecting in church this morning, I pondered again at the many beautiful songs in the hymn book. What a fitting way to mark the commencement of each new week.....a line or two from a chosen hymn.

Now thank we all our God
with heart and hands and voices,
who wondrous things has done,
in whom this world rejoices;
who from our mothers' arms
has blessed us on our way
with countless gifts of love,
and still is ours today.

TK xx

Friday, November 25, 2011

.....and now for my take on Pablo Neruda's words....

LOST LOVE.....in a tribute to Pablo Neruda's "Love".

Because of you, in fields of canola grain bobbing in the breeze I yearn early scents of summer.

I have nigh forgotten your countenance, I can no longer remember your warm embrace; how did you feel entwined with me?

It is because of you, that I favour the flushing gold in open paddocks, they have no voice or sight.

I have all but forgotten your deep resonating voice; I have forgotten your soul eyes.

Like a flowered head to it’s seed, I am bound by distant memories of you. I live daily with the hurt of a long rooted pain; if you touch me now, you will do ir-reversible harm.

Your caresses hold me, like full blown crops reaching for the sky.

I have forgotten your lust, yet it seems I see reflections of you in every mirror.

Because of you, the strong odours of summer crops hurt me; because of you, I again seek out the pieces that breathe desire: brilliant night skies, cloudless moons.
Joining in here as I like to do...
TK xx

Tuesday, November 22, 2011

Love the Pablo Neruda way

Our task in Writer's Group this week is to choose a piece of writing that we love and then try to emulate the same style/feel in a piece of our own. My choice is this beautiful poem by Pablo Neruda:


Because of you, in gardens of blossoming flowers I ache from the

perfumes of spring.

I have forgotten your face, I no longer remember your hands;

how did your lips feel on mine?

Because of you, I love the white statues drowsing in the parks,

the white statues that have neither voice nor sight.

I have forgotten your voice, your happy voice; I have forgotten

your eyes.

Like a flower to its perfume, I am bound to my vague memory of

you. I live with pain that is like a wound; if you touch me, you will

do me irreparable harm.

Your caresses enfold me, like climbing vines on melancholy walls.

I have forgotten your love, yet I seem to glimpse you in every


Because of you, the heady perfumes of summer pain me; because

of you, I again seek out the signs that precipitate desires: shooting

stars, falling objects.

~Pablo Neruda~

I love his divine imagery and hope to emulate this to some degree with my own piece.......I will be back in a day or two with my take on this.

TK xx