Happiness cannot be traveled to, owned, earned, worn or consumed. Happiness is the spiritual experience of living every minute with love, grace, and gratitude. - Denis Waitley

Friday 31 December 2010

Week Sixteen - Farewell 2010

1) The people who have made a difference this year: as always - my family, Carolyn, LJ, Rach, Calum, Rachel P, Lauren A and Olly.
2) My fortunate and rather wonderful life.
3) That I am not afraid of showing my true feelings or running towards the things that scare me. That I, instead, embrace them whether I fail or succeed.
 5) Saudade: is a portuguese and Galician word for a feeling of nostalgic longing for something or someone that one was fond of and which has been lost. It often carries a fatalist tone and a repressed knowledge that the object of longing might never really return. It was once described as 'the love that remains' or ' the love that stays' after someone is gone.

7) I'm Throwing Myself to the Wind


Friday 24 December 2010

"Human beings are funny. They long to be with the person they love but refuse to admit it openly. Some are afraid to show even the slightest sign of affection because of fear. Fear that their feelings may not be recognized, or even worst, returned. But one thing about human beings puzzles me the most is their conscious effort to be connected with the object of their affection even if it kills them slowly within."— Sigmund Freud

Thursday 23 December 2010

Week Fifteen

1) Home
2) My Family. With all their noise, quirks and love they fill my soul with happiness and comfort.
3) The clarity that heartache brings
4) A Winter Solstice with a lunar eclipse and a full moon.  
Moonlight is Scultpture - Nathaniel Hawthorne
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Wednesday 22 December 2010


Alone

From childhood's hour I have not been
As others were; I have not seen
As others saw; I could not bring
My passions from a common spring.
From the same source I have not taken
My sorrow; I could not awaken
My heart to joy at the same tone;
And all I loved, I loved alone.
Then- in my childhood, in the dawn
Of a most stormy life- was drawn
From every depth of good and ill
The mystery which binds me still:
From the torrent, or the fountain,
From the red cliff of the mountain,
From the sun that round me rolled
In its autumn tint of gold,
From the lightning in the sky
As it passed me flying by,
From the thunder and the storm,
And the cloud that took the form
(When the rest of Heaven was blue)
Of a demon in my view.
- Edgar Allan Poe

Friday 17 December 2010

Week Fourteen

1) Bridget Bardot Hair:

2) Dancing all night long with a whisky in my hand and heels on my feet.
3) How painful and unfair life can be sometimes
4) Knowing that I am going home soon
"We could of had it all 
Rolling in the deep 
You had my heart inside your hand 
And you played it to the beat"
6) I exist as I am, that is enough - Walt Whitman

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Thursday 9 December 2010

Week Thirteen

1) That I jumped from fear of my own shadow this evening. Complete goofball moment.
2) How excited my mum gets about Christmas.
3) Never giving up on the things that matter.
4) Pie & Cider dinners.
6) My heart has reasons my mind cannot fathom -Voltaire

Photo Challenge - Day Thirteen

Having

Feeling


Having the ability to see
in the world



Thursday 2 December 2010

Week Twelve

1) 1st of December: drinking my first Laphroaig of the season, in front of an open fire at the best pub I may ever have been in.
2) Pride in my work and seeing everyone's efforts come into fruition
3) Staying up until 6am & 4am on consecutive nights with SB - talking nonsense, laughing and listening to his stories. 
4) Feeling in awe of the beauty and individuality of snowflakes.
6) There's so much we can do with words. We could dress up a naked word, and adorn it with decorations of imagery and twists of metaphors and analogies to appeal to every one of our senses. Our line of thought can be adjusted by what we read, we are positioned to like, hate, or be neutral about a subject. We can enhance, or take away from a subject of beauty, and we can create worlds, images, and dreams far beyond one's own imagination.

We can confuse, and we can confront.
We can entertain, and we can stir sympathy.
But we can't change hearts.
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Photo Challenge - Day Six