Whirring by
In the silver silence
Of a leaden sky,
Wending thy way
To a south-land home,
Lifting my heart
To heights unknown.
Oh, ceasless Watcher
In thy throne on high!
Must my heart ever ache
When wild geese fly?
Oh grant me the courage
Thy love can impart
To earth-bound feet...but a skyward heart."
This is written on my bedroom wall and is one of my favourite poems - found in "The Heart Speaks Plain" once again, for which I must give thanks to the lovely Miss Corbett (as well as assurance that she'll get it back one day)
Today, I got up and made curry, and by the time I was finished, it was lunchtime. It was very good curry. Today I'm going to the library to start one of my three impending essays, and then maybe to the charity shops to find a new dress, or coming back to do washing, or making some jewellery, or knitting and watching a film. Today feels like a nice day.
Today, I got up and made curry, and by the time I was finished, it was lunchtime. It was very good curry. Today I'm going to the library to start one of my three impending essays, and then maybe to the charity shops to find a new dress, or coming back to do washing, or making some jewellery, or knitting and watching a film. Today feels like a nice day.
(GG won!)
3 comments:
I will call you today I PROMISE!
I love your blog!
how hot is your new LBD?! X
hi chicken. have left your book in the shop; it's tina in tomorrow.
btw, get your photo up! the world needs to see that red and white goodness! x
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