" Beyond the beauty of external forms there is more here : something that cannot be named, something ineffable , some deep, inner holy essence. Whenever and wherever there is beauty , this inner essence shines through somehow. It only reveals itself to you when you are present.Could it be that this nameless essence and your presence are one and the same ?

Would it be there without your presence ? Go deeply into it. Find out for yourself. "

-- Eckhart Tolle

night night

As you are moving through your day, participating in the wide variety
of activities which make up your physical experience-- BE SENSITIVE
TO THE WAY YOU ARE FEELING.

As long as you are feeling positive emotion, know that you are creating toward those things that you are wanting. But if you feel negative emotion--fear, doubt, anxiety, stress,anger, guilt, loneliness, jealousy..stop, immediately, in the moment that
you recognize that you are feeling the emotion, and ask yourself what thought or word or action brought forth that emotion.

And if you will respond in the moment that you you are feeling the emotion, you will
very quickly be able to identify what thought, word or action has brought it forth--for as you recall it, the negative emotion will be intensified.

As soon as you identify what thought, word, or action has brought forth
your negative emotion, ask yourself, "What is it that I want?"

~from Abraham Hicks daily calendar

Everything in life holds both a blessing and a
curse. We deny this when we label the events of our
lives as either good or bad. The following old
Zen story illustrates this lesson most effectively.

A farmer had a horse but one day, the horse ran
away and so the farmer and his son had to plow
their fields themselves. Their neighbours said, "Oh,
what bad luck that your horse ran away!" But the
farmer replied, "Bad luck, good luck, who knows?"

The next week, the horse returned to the farm,
bringing a herd of wild horses with him. "What
wonderful luck!" cried the neighbours, but the farmer
responded, "Good luck, bad luck, who knows?"

Then, the farmer's son was thrown as he tried to
ride one of the wild horses, and he broke his
leg. "Ah, such bad luck," sympathized the neighbours.
Once again, the farmer responded, "Bad luck, good
luck, who knows?"

A short time later, the ruler of the country
recruited all young men to join his army for battle.
The son, with his broken leg, was left at home.
"What good luck that your son was not forced into
battle!" celebrated the neighbours. And the farmer
remarked, "Good luck, bad luck, who knows?"

"Do not judge, and you will never be mistaken."

-- Jean Jacques Rousseau

"Your past is your story up to now.
The future is the story yet to come. T
he present is where you live with that experience, your hopes and your dreams."

The last time I wrote my autobipgraphy was nearlt 10 years ago and there has been a lot of water under the proverbial bridge since then.

Time to write again or add to the existing one, which is in a loose leaf file and can easily be added to. Smart.

It is interesting reading what I wrote then, how I wrote and what I chose to focus on.

I wrote this biography for a course and we were given some guidelines but basically we had a free say.

Where am you coming from ?
Where are you now ?
Where are you I going ?

I must have a look for the papers we were given and the guidlines notes.

Granddad

A wise, gentle, caring man who taught me about unconditional love, spirit and the magic and miracles in life.

Granddad looked after the three of us and his wife, who was bed ridden after a stroke. I watched him bathe and feed and care for his wife with a tenderness and love that brings tears to my eyes when I think about it.

I never heard him speak a harsh word. Wise, kind and generous to a fault.

Apparently he had healing hands. I'm told the women would come from neighbouring farms for him to place his hands on their knees to relieve aches and pains. This is something that embarassed both him and grandma, I'm told.

Bless his great heart and generosity of spirit. I am so fortunate and blessed to have known him.

( This is a photo of a one of the few photos that I have of him I don't have a scanner , but my little cybershot does the job nicely )

The question I took to bed with me last night
A friend asked me last night " what is your ideal man ?"

Good question . I said I'd sleep on it .

My ideal man is a composite of the men I know and love.

That is the quick answer.

Lover and best friend in one

Passionate , sensual, sensitive, strong, sexual , spiritual ,

A man who brings out the best in me.

He is a good comunicator

He is good at telling stories. He tells the best stories. He makes me laugh.

He is international, global , universal.. a citizen of the Universe; mixed race; a melting pot

A free spirit; an eagle, panther, wolf , bear ,

He desires me. ( I love to be desired !!! )

He has a velvety voice that makes my whole being tingle.

He is wise , pasionate ,open, adventurous , curious , creative, stubborn, persistant, infuriating sometimes, tolerant, non- judgemental, generous, loyal, supportive, loving , lovable ,

He smells nice

He feels nice

His touch is electric

He has a sensuous mouth and hands

He is like the warm salty mediterranean sea ; I can float in him naked on my back while baring my face to the hot rays of the sun ; he carries and supports me ; I swim easily and effortlessly in him most of the time and surfing the waves and turbulance is also fun.

He is uncomplicated. He simply IS . He is very much in the NOW and is non- judgemental.

He comes and goes.( no pun intended lol )

Together we are like the pillars of the temple. We stand together and yet apart so that the winds of heaven can dance between us. We grow not in each other's shadow and like the strings of a musical instrument we quiver together to create sweet soul music.

Thanks for asking dear Meno

"Humanity dreams the same dream at once, and you have your mass world. The whole construction is like an educational play in which you are the producers as well as the actors. There is a play within a play within a play. There is no end to the "within" of things. The dreamer dreams, and the dreamer within the dream dreams. But the dreams are not meaningless, and the actions within them are significant. The whole self is the observer and the participator in the roles. "
--Seth.

(Christ in the Sepulchre, guarded by Angels William Blake (1757-1827)

Great Britain Pen and ink and watercolour on paper.
about. 1805 42.2 x 31.4 cm

Blake has here combined subjects from the Old and New Testaments. The description in Exodus of the Tabernacle; 'the cherubims shall stretch forth their wings on high