An Old Irish Blessing ... May the road rise up to meet you.May the wind always be at your back.May the sun shine warm upon your face,and rains fall soft upon your fields.And until we meet again,May God hold you in the palm of His hand.

"It is said some lives are linked across time. There are certain people connected by an ancient calling that echoes through the ages....destiny."

Life is a fleeting moment. Why live life in moderation and control when it lasts so short a time. Love until you drown in the happiness, laugh until the air you breath escapes you, cry until your tears are dry and live like the next second death will take your soul. Life is yours to live, and live it you must, not in the fear of what is to come next. That Next Place is waiting for you. It waits, in the hope that you will come fulfilled and ready, not in longing and regret.

Thank You For Being a FRIEND!*°•.¸☆ ★ ☆¸.•°*”˜˜”*°•.¸☆♥Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵Ʒ..•°*"˜ ☆ ¸..•´¨¨)) -:¦:-.(ړײ)/       ¸.•´….•´¨¨)).«▓       ((¸¸.•´ ¸.•´.-:¦:-. ╝╚ ….. ... `♥♪♫-´¯

Wishing you a wonderful new week..Like little birds, we only fly when we get shaken out of our nests; and develop the strongest wings only when we try them against the wind. The dove in a fable, was perturbed because the wind ruffled its feathers, but without that air it could neither soar nor live. In struggle, it is prudent to not wish away every opposition. It is better to meet and master our difficulties that faith can be made stronger through conflict.~Leroy Brownlow~With much love allways

Tuesday, October 6, 2009

Misty Fields below

It'd early morning as I stand here looking towards the river and across to the otherside. Only I know it's there but can't see more than a few feet in front of me but for the fog. The Tawny Frogmouth is cuddling up next to his mate near the stem of the gum tree. Huge gum trees stand like grey soldiers near the Lone Pine and monument with the names of the men from this valley that lost their lives at war. Families lost thier sons and wives their husbands and children their farthers .....

The Villiage hall was recently been restored to it's former beauty, a great meeting place for all functions held here. The park with it's new undercover picnic area wait for someone to visit. The tennis court's gates look locked but I am not sure if it is. The lawns have be cut recently .....

Only the odd rooster is crowing, inviting the sleepy villiage to wake up. Soon the school bus will stop near the Trading Store, waiting to drive the older kids to the next town for school. While the little ones, hop off and walk across the broad tarred road. It's only a little villiage school, maybe 45 kids. Across the river a low cement bridge leads to more farms, the first field huge grey braghman beast look up from munching grass, some coming closer to see where you going. Slowly a few cars head past to town 60km away, while others head Up River to farms.

Here you came forget what day it is or what time. You get up with the rooster's crow and sleep when you like. Some heading home after closing time at the Local Pub, overlooking the river below.

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