It's All Coming Back to Me....

There were moments of gold

And there were flashes of light

There were things we'd never do again

But then they'd always seemed right

There were nights of endless pleasure

It was more than all your laws allow

When you touch me like this

And when you hold me like that

It was gone with the wind

But it's all coming back to me

When you see me like this

And when I see you like that

Then we see what we want to see

All coming back to me

The flesh and the fantasies

All coming back to me

I can barely recall

But it's all coming back to me now

If you forgive me all this

If I forgive you all that

We forgive and forget

And it's all coming back to me

When you see me like this

And when I see you like that

We see just what we want to see

All coming back to me

The flesh and the fantasies

All coming back to me

I can barely recall but it's all coming back to me now

Linen Cupboard

Everyone has their weakness.
Everyone has something they have always wanted.
To many, my yearning will seem strange.
Very strange.
A linen cupboard – full of vintage linen and lace all beautifully laundered.

Now why have I wanted this for longer than I can remember? It surely has to be because I would love my life to be organised, beautiful, clean, tidy and cared for. Never in my wildest dreams will I ever achieve this, so the linen cupboard is a kind of symbolism. Reminding me of my deficiencies but also hope in a strange way.

Just Because.......

To chase the cold away..Lets tango through the livingroom

Holding Out For A Hero

Where have all the good men gone

And where are all the gods?

Where’s the street-wise Hercules

To fight the rising odds?

Isn’t there a white knight upon a fiery steed?

Late at night I toss and I turn and I dream of what I need

I need a hero

I'm holding out for at hero 'till the end of the night

He's gotta be strong

And he's gotta be fast

And he's gotta be fresh from the fight

I need a hero

I’m holding out for a hero 'till the morning light

He’s gotta be sure

And it’s gotta be soon

And he’s gotta be larger than life

Larger than life

Doo doo doo doooo

Doo doo doo doooo

Doo doo doo doooo

Aaahhh

Aaahhh

Somewhere after midnight

In my wildest fantasy

Somewhere just beyond my reach

There’s someone reaching back for me

Racing on the thunder and rising with the heat

It’s gonna take a superman to sweep me off my feet

I need a hero

I'm holding out for a hero 'till the end of the night

He's gotta be strong

And he's gotta be fast

And he's gotta be fresh from the fight

I need a hero

I’m holding out for a hero 'till the morning light

He’s gotta be sure

And it’s gotta be soon

And he’s gotta be larger than life

I need a hero

I'm holding out for at hero 'till the the end of the night

Up where the mountains meet the heavens above

Out where the lightning splits the sea

I could swear there is someone somewhere

Watching me

Through the wind and the chill and the rain

And the storm and the flood

I can feel his approach

Like a fire in my blood

I need a hero

I'm holding out for a hero 'till the end of the night

He’s gotta be strong

And he's gotta be fast

And he's gotta be fresh from the fight

I need a hero

I'm holding out for a hero 'till the morning light

He's gotta be sure

And it's gotta be soon

And he's gotta be larger than life

I need a hero

I'm holding out for a hero 'till the end of the night

He's gotta be strong

And he's gotta be fast

And he's gotta be fresh from the fight

I need a hero

I'm holding out for a hero 'till the morning light

He's gotta be sure

And he's gotta be soon

And he's gotta be larger than life

I need a hero

I'm holding out for a hero 'till the end of the night

Random Notes.....

1. Today I feel...like I must go play outside

2. Next thing you want to buy: A long grey melton coat and a red or yellow wellies

3. Last night...I had yummy fish and chips.

4. Lately the song stuck in my head is... " The Secret of Life" -Faith Hill

5. This year I'm looking forward to... achieving some of my goals, making my blog better, and having more fun.

6. What big lesson/s did you learn in 2009? I learned alot of things, but i think the biggest lesson was probably just to believe in myself more and that being positive alot will bring more positive things into my life (simple and true).
 
7. Currently reading:  "Eat, Pray, Love" - Elizabeth Gilbert

8. Drink of the moment: Red, red wine

9. Currently I spend too much time: rambling, over analysing and talking to myself

10. Word or quote of the week: "not all who wander are lost" - J.R.R Tolkien

9. Currently day dreaming about: about a trip to Paris and Rome

10. Currently enjoying: the colors grey, green, blue, silver

In the silence

of listening,

you can know yourself

in everyone,

the unseen

singing softly

to itself and to you.

Rachel Naomi Remen

"When you die and go to heaven,

our maker is not going to ask,

"Why didn't you discover the cure for such and such?",

The only question we will be asked

in that precious moment is.

"Why didn't you become you?"

Elie Wiesel

The Heart Remembers

The fires of youth may die away and sink to crimson embers. . . . The high romantic dreams may vanish --- But the heart remembers.

The heart remembers everything; the buried past is there. The rapture of loves first delight; the joy and the despair. The faces and the friendships and the names of long ago --- Lie beneath a drift of years like leaves beneath the snow.

The sorrows and the happiness --- Gay June and grey Decembers. The music fades, the roses perish. . . . But the heart remembers.

Rest Disguised as Illness

Nothing summons The Rest Fairy* quicker than getting sick. Monday I woke up with body aches and I still have them today, so everything in my Day Planner has been canceled or postponed. (Which is secretly sort of a relief. Which is a sign itself I've overextended myself.)

*The Rest Fairy reminds me of Glinda the Good Witch--kind, glittery, sweet, soft-spoken but powerful. You can resist her only so long before her magic wand becomes an attention-grabbing sledgehammer (or falling house) to the head and you're knocked on your ass for days.

A More Relaxed Pace

I'm on the verge of bursting into tears. All week long I've been achey, groggy, rundown and forced to take it easy, which sucks when inside I'm inspired and chomping at the bit to take action

I have soooo much I want to get cranking on, yet physically I feel like crap. Pushing myself hard at this point would not be good self-care. And lounging on the couch watching old movies or reading does not appeal one single teeny tiny bit. I'm not that worn out.

So, I wonder, is there a place in the middle, possibly scooching towards the couch-lounging side, I can dwell? Ahhhh, right. Yes. The middle. I remember the middle And then:

•I remember to exhale

•I remember it's possible to sit here and just write at a gentle pace . . . relaxing my expectations as to quality, output, brilliant insights, etc.

•I remember poet William Stafford's famous advice to lower our standards

Relaxing, energetically and creatively, while still moving softly, gently, slowly.

TODAY I let go of creative ambitiousness. I remember there exists a wide juicy middle between the polar opposites I tend to focus on (i.e., Couch Potato vs. Superwoman in Flight). I choose gentle encouragement. I allow myself to meander and soak up the warmth of the sun.

Landlocked in Fur

Landlocked in Fur

I was meditating with my cat the other day

and all of a sudden she shouted,

"What happened?"

I knew exactly what she meant, but encouraged

her to say more - feeling that if she got it all out on the table

she would sleep better that night.

So I responded, "Tell me more, dear,"

and she soulfully meowed,

"Well, I was mingled with the sky. I was comets

whizzing here and there. I was suns in heat, hell - I was

galaxies. But now look - I am

landlocked in fur."

To this I said, "I know exactly what

you mean."

What to say about conversation

between

mystics?

Tukaram

Book of Life

Books to the cieling

Books to the sky,

My pile of books is a mile high.

How I love them! How I need them!

I'll have a long beard by the time I read them.

Arnold Lobel

Hope not..anyway..couldn't live without them

Books...are like lobster shells, we surround ourselves with 'em, then we grow out of 'em and leave 'em behind, as evidence of our earlier stages of development.

Dorothy L. Sayers (1893 - 1957)

Well,there are a many stages in my bookcase..

What did those many books teach me...am I older and wiser..

The books told me a story about life,and I know now, that I know notting...

And that this "development" only stops when I stop...and my book of life ends.

Though the pages are numbered

I can't see where they lead

For the end is a mystery no-one can read

In the book of my life

And a wonderful book it has been,hope to write some more..

Enjoy your book of life writing..you can do it only once..with a little trust and a lot of love you will be fine...

No Big Deal....Being Short

This post is especially dedicated to all my short/small friends out there. I am a small person. Mind you when I say small, I mean small! Being carried by short legs is no easy task, but one gets used to not ever reaching the top shelf at the supermarket and having to ask a perfect stranger to get you the box of whatever it is one needs. Luckily, tall people are always willing to help and they do it with a smile on their face and a slight shake of their heads. You can almost hear what they are thinking: “Ah, this poor short woman, how cute!” 

To be honest, in spite of all the setbacks, such as never finding pants or coats that really fit and must always be altered, I like my height (or lack of). It’s got definite advantages. I am ever so comfortable flying on Economy Class, and while everyone else is suffering from cramps, I can even cross my legs! If I fall I can’t really get too hurt since I’m already close to the ground. In case of an emergency I can hide under a large flower pot… well, there are just too many advantages to mention.

When one is short/small, wearing high heel shoes is not a choice. It's a way of life, at least to me. In a society where looks are so important, I find that more respect is given to taller people. I don’t know why this is but on the rare occasions when I wear flat shoes I do not get half the attention as when I wear high heels (this could be due to the fact that I am not really visible standing amidst everyone else) whatever the reason, high heel shoes are the main staple in my wardrobe and yes, they are always uncomfortable and make my feet hurt but who cares? A girl’s got to do what a girl’s got to do

Stools and step ladders? Yes, I confess. I own an entire collection and they are scattered throughout every room in my house

 :

And so to make a long story short, (no pun intended) I just want to say that while I wish to have been born with longer legs, I am perfectly happy to be just cute-little-old-me, after all, great things come in small packages... so I’ve been told

"Year's end is neither an end nor a beginning

but a going on, with all the wisdom

that experience can instill in us."