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

Friday, March 30, 2012

Full Moon ...

"Tomorrow is a new day for everyone~a brand new moon ~a brand new sun~"

I have been a seeker and I still am,
but I stopped asking the books and the stars.
I started listening to the teaching of my Soul.

A dreamer is one who can only find her way by moonlight, and her punishment is that she sees the dawn before the rest of the world ... Oscar Wilde

Tuesday, March 20, 2012

Thursday, March 15, 2012

The lone wolf ...

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The lone wolf moves silently
all he leaves behind are his imprints
a drop of red blood falls
frozen in the snow
from a broken heart
his mate long gone

Soft Snow flakes tumble to the ground
carried from up above
tall silver Birch
standing with their feet in snow
dry brittle leaves fallen
leaving the trees standing bare
like ghosts in the distance

a full moon shining through bare branches
reflecting on an icy pond
cold and unforgiving
silhouette of young wolves hunting
coming closer trailing
the scent of fresh blood

sounds of a lone wolf
howling to the moon
piercing the silence
with his heart ache

Friday, March 9, 2012

The Shadows of Red Feathers ....

You entered my heart like a slow disease,
thorn bush barriers protecting my soul.

I soaked my heart in every poison,
only in solitude .... the secret gateway to my heart.
I left you and the poison .... a dark stain in the sand.

I entered your heart as a straight barbed arrow,
shadows of red feathers on your soul.

The more you cut and pull,
the deeper the scar tissue on your soul.

Lifetimes it will take for the arrow to work through,
the shadows of red feathers forever on your soul.

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Posted by a friend Mauritz, a bushman by heart, one of the few men that can ride a horse and shoot with a bow and arrow from it's back.

Thursday, March 8, 2012

Vat jou goed en trek ... Lotto ... dreams

Today (Friday) should be a happy day, we lodged our PR papers, now for the big wait our own case officer may he or she look favourably at our file. It's our future or what's left of it. The first day to the rest of our lives here in OZ ... Scared?! What does it have instore for us? How long will this nail biting wait take ... who knows. Anger?! Yes cause finally after 19 years he found the time to lodge the papers, now that our chances are at their worst ... say no more. Maybe they just boot us out ... pack your bags, you got 28 days to uproot your life again.

Why so negative?
Life is making me that way, it's just getting to hard. I am not in a good place right now, so just go ahead and shoot me and get it over with. But I am still writing that book, even if my mother thinks I am wasting my time, cause "Your not getting paid so why bother" It's all about money it's always been about the money. Not because you want to do something cause you enjoy it or it's a challenge. So why do you let it worry you? I should just brush it aside,like water off a ducks back. Can Mother and daughter be so different in their ways and thoughts. Nothing has ever been good enough for her. Atleast she has something in common with dear George, who has become the man in her eye's after 32 years of disliking him, cause he just woun't quit working, making a Dollar ... and killing himself cause he's chasing money too. I get it that he is doing what he thinks is right, before he loses his health and sight. But put it all on a scale, and see what weighs the heaviest, the stress of living in the city, rents, bills, lights that keep going up, hours of travel. And on the otherside a simplier lifestyle.

What would you do if you won the Lotto? Got to play it first to win they say, so maybe I should start buying a few tickets for the just in case you know. Would it mean We could stay in Australia, sure they would hate to see so much money leave the country right? Then I could build a small stone house in the bush, add a few solar panels to the roof, collect a little wood for the fireplace, talk to the animals. That's how simple life should be, but I can do that without winning the Lotto, maybe a little money would help.

Now the good news, if we manage to stay here which really I should be more positive about cause there really should not be any major problems. You will just have to give up on your dreams of living on the farm for the next 4 years, while I make more money and end up making the Boss rich, so just maybe there is a bonus at the end of the year. That would be wonderful!!! Not holding my breath ... Ja ek is vrek ondankbaar