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

Monday, 29 November 2010

Photo Challenge - Day Three

Photo Challenge - Day Two





Photo Challenge - Day One

Wistful, tired luxurious moments of hungover consciousness. Cold walk with friends peppered with yummy mulled wine and loud laughs. Cosy, cuddled-up comfort on a sofa concluded with a hair-shaking solo dance party.

Thursday, 25 November 2010

Week Eleven: Day Seven - Thursday

Fulfilling challenges

I wonder if I've been changed in the night? Let me think. Was I the same when I got up this morning? I almost think I can remember feeling a little different. But if I'm not the same, the next question is 'Who in the world am I?' Ah, that's the great puzzle.
-Alice / Alice in Wonderland



Wednesday, 24 November 2010

Week Eleven: Day Six - Wednesday

That my job takes me to some pretty special places:


Music is a moral law. It gives soul to the universe, wings to the mind, flight to the imagination, and charm and gaiety to life and to everything. - Plato 

Tuesday, 23 November 2010

Week Eleven: Day Five - Tuesday

I don't know if you can see 
The changes that have come over me
In these last few days I've been afraid
That I might drift away
So I've been telling old stories, singing songs
That make me think about where I came from
And that's the reason why I seem
So far away today

Oh, but let me tell you that I love you
That I think about you all the time
Caledonia you're calling me
And now I'm going home
If I should become a stranger
You know that it would make me more than sad
Caledonia's been everything
I've ever had

Now I have moved and I've kept on moving
Proved the points that I needed proving
Lost the friends that I needed losing
Found others on the way
I have kissed the ladies and left them crying
Stolen dreams, yes there's no denying
I have traveled hard with coattails flying
Somewhere in the wind

Oh, but let me tell you that I love you
That I think about you all the time
Caledonia you're calling me
And now I'm going home
If I should become a stranger
You know that it would make me more than sad
Caledonia's been everything
I've ever had
Now I'm sitting here before the fire
The empty room, the forest choir
The flames that could not get any higher
They've withered now they've gone
But I'm steady thinking my way is clear
And I know what I will do tomorrow
When the hands are shaken and the kisses flow
Then I will disappear
- Caledonia, Dougie MacLean.



Monday, 22 November 2010

Week Eleven: Day Four - Monday

The haunting and perfect full moon in the sky as I walked to work this morning.