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Flashes of memories - MUGABE MUST GO!!! ZIMBABWEANS NEED THEIR HOME BACK
There are as many nights as days, and the one is just as long as the other in the year's course. Even a happy life cannot be without a measure of darkness, and the word 'happy' would lose its meaning if it were not balanced by sadness - Carl Jung
To be at one with God is to be at peace ... peace is to be found only within, and unless one finds it there he will never find it at all. Peace lies not in the external world. It lies within one's own soul. - Ralph Waldo Trine
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Flashes of memories - March 2007
What is your perspective on clouds?
When I was at school I loved Geography. I loved learning about the Earth and how everything was created, what it was made up of and why certain events occured. When it came to clouds? No clue... I could never understand how names could be applied to something that was ever-changing. How could you look at a single cloud and apply a group name to it? As a result I have never mastered the whole cloud thing. In one day these were the different clouds that I captured....
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A Letter To A New Angel
As you sit in Mum`s tummy, waiting in those last few peaceful moments before you make your entrance into the world I thought I would take the time to send some welcome your way. I was truly honoured the day that Mum asked me to be your Godmother. Fancy that! We were sitting in the lounge having one of our girly chats (you will have to endure lots of these when I visit Honey!) and she had been a little distracted from the moment that I arrived. She was so excited about you
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Sunday
Sunday is a lazy day. Sunday is the day you start dreaming of Friday 
I watched as the shadows of two spiders crawled their way around the top of the tent, looking for some small hole that would let them in. They scurried along the canvass in a crazy dance until they tired of the spot and disappeared from my view[ Click here to read more ]
I watched as the shadows of two spiders crawled their way around the top of the tent, looking for some small hole that would let them in. They scurried along the canvass in a crazy dance until they tired of the spot and disappeared from my view
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Pina Colada's In The Bush
Most people are under the impression that when you go camping you are roughing it... but let`s face it when you have Pina Colada's... you can go anywhere...so allow me to take you on the journey of the perfect pina colada...bush style...
First you have to get in the groove with the right type of music...for these situations may I suggest a little reggae to get you into the mood[ Click here to read more ]
First you have to get in the groove with the right type of music...for these situations may I suggest a little reggae to get you into the mood
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Hervey Bay and the 'Shakespeare on the Bay Festival'
Hervey Bay is a great little tourist town on Queensland's Fraser Coast. It is quiet enough to be relaxing and busy enough to be entertaining. As well as being the gateway to Fraser Island and the annual migration of the Whales, Hervey Bay has a very cultural side. This weekend it played host to the 'Shakespeare by the Bay Festival' - and a truly magnificent interpretation of 'Macbeth' performed by students of the University of Southern Queensland.
Their simple stage under the stars comprised of a few lights and scaffolding yet with truly amazing performances by all and haunting and evocative music composed by one of the students we were transported back 400 years to the time of its writing [ Click here to read more ]
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Saturday
Saturday – the day of ants, the day to get things done. This Saturday was also a day of getting things done, but of a more enjoyable nature this time around. The night had been spent in fitful slumber – ‘Happy Hour’ had gone on for quite some time longer than its allocated 60 minutes and every now and again the spatter of bird pooh could be heard hitting the tarpaulin above.
Being away from the sounds of town can take some getting used to as the symphonies of nature are so completely different. The gentle rubbing of a blade of grass on the side of a tent can sound like the crunch of bushes under the feet of a looming beast. Everything seems magnified and unknown which trickled through to my dreams. Hours spent in a half conscious world with the musical twittering of birds and washing of the waves certainly awoke the muse[ Click here to read more ]
Being away from the sounds of town can take some getting used to as the symphonies of nature are so completely different. The gentle rubbing of a blade of grass on the side of a tent can sound like the crunch of bushes under the feet of a looming beast. Everything seems magnified and unknown which trickled through to my dreams. Hours spent in a half conscious world with the musical twittering of birds and washing of the waves certainly awoke the muse
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Friday
Friday – the most complex day of the week – you look forward to it when you fall asleep on Sunday but when it finally arrives you still do not feel like getting out of bed. The hours seemed to drag their feet even more than they normally do as they trudged their way through the long day. The lull of the ocean was beckoning, the anticipation of the fresh sea air curling seductively into waiting nostrils, the feel of the warm sand caressing bare feet…it was all too much to concentrate.
Time sunk slowly below the horizon as the sun meandered across the sky, in no rush today. As per normal there were the late bits of paper that trickled in with the timing of a dripping tap and phone calls that yelled to an escaping back which had to be answered. Nothing unusual in being kept behind but some agendas have zero tolerance toward waiting[ Click here to read more ]
Time sunk slowly below the horizon as the sun meandered across the sky, in no rush today. As per normal there were the late bits of paper that trickled in with the timing of a dripping tap and phone calls that yelled to an escaping back which had to be answered. Nothing unusual in being kept behind but some agendas have zero tolerance toward waiting
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The Hippo and The Tortoise
I got this email yesterday which really touched me, allow me to share...
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Orble Book Club
So the results are in.....drumroll please.... and the majority have chosen this one! Happy reading people....look forward to some chatter when everyone is done. May it inspire us all to greatness as it seems to have done for a few others
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Time and Change
When you look back over the ages it is amazing to see how slowly things have changed. Cathedrals took several lifetimes to build, journeys would take weeks, even months depending on the distance and technological advances would sometimes take centuries. We seem to be caught up in a world now where everything changes on a daily basis.
There is an 8 year difference between one of my sisters and me and even then I can see valleys between the lands that we grew up in. Then I recall stories from my mother and grandmother and it seems like we were living in totally different countries, forget the valleys[ Click here to read more ]
There is an 8 year difference between one of my sisters and me and even then I can see valleys between the lands that we grew up in. Then I recall stories from my mother and grandmother and it seems like we were living in totally different countries, forget the valleys
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Beginning to Understand the Self....some more!
I just finished reading a really thought provoking book, I cannot even tell you how I managed to come by it. I went to the library last week and it somehow managed to come home with me. Since then I have not been able to put it down. It is entitled 'The Serpent Rising' written by Mary Garden, a woman who lives on Queensland`s Sunshine Coast. (Click here to be directed to her home page
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