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

Wednesday, March 30, 2011

What an afternoon ...

Is there a better way to spend an afternoon watching a few fishermen cast a line into Botany Bay waiting to be rescued by a tow truck. Not that I be complaining, for who could complain with a beautiful view overlooking the bay, Million dollar homes and boats to match line the shores. A few yachts with trims of royal blue bopping on the water, the water so calm with barely a ripple. Only a slight backwash from a boat, slowly cruising past up the George's River.

Before we moved out west to the foot of the Blue Mountain, I used to pass this beautiful spot, wishing I could pull off and watch the sun rise. Looking towards the east you see the beautiful bridge, with lights of blue and green reflecting on the dark water, just before the sun comes up. There was barely enough time to wake up before opening the servo, duties call and regular customers waiting to fill up before heading off to work.

After a while (4yrs) you start knowing their names and lots about them, it's a community "The Shire" everyone knows everyone, I'd have my first cup of coffee with a local bricklayer, on his way to work. Russell the prosecutor, would pull up in his crappy 4 wheeldrive, mostly grabbing a morning paper and a coffee, but then he'd pull the bonnet and fill up the oil with his clean white longsleeve shirt on, I'd cringe thinking of washing the darm thing with grease all over it. I did blast him a few times nicely, even filled it up for him a few times. Then there was the nice old man with his yellow dog, who'd be waiting outside the door, while he got the paper and milk. You'd get to know them all.

Many Collared and tied, smelling of aftershave made me think of my dad, so neat and tidy, smelling of old spice with his black hair gelled back with brylcream, dressed in a suit on his way to the office. There he had a saying for the day on his desk. What a disappointment, I wasn't a son like he wanted, the go cart he built while waiting to become a father, never got used, no idea what happened to it. He finally got his wish with two grandsons. He would have enjoyed their teenage years for sure.

And yes the ute is broken, some electonic thingy, I got a ride with the towtruck driver, can't say I liked him much. Just lucky it was'nt peak hour yet and I could pull off to such a nice little fishing spot, now if only there was a fishing rod in the back with a little bait ...

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