Price: $13.98 & eligible for FREE Super Saver Shipping on orders over $25. Details Daydreams and Lullabies A celebration of poetry, song and classical music. The story follows a family from playtime to dreamtime as they journey through the nursery, the park, the streets of Olde London and then off to [...]
There is no art without intoxication. But I mean a mad intoxication! Let reason teeter! Delirium! The highest degree of delirium! Plunged in burning dementia! Art is the most enrapturing orgy within man’s reach. Art must make you laugh a little and make you a little afraid. Anything as long as it doesn’t bore…
~Jean [...]
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During my confinement days.. I do a whole lot of daydreaming. It was worse when I was recuperating during my time with my firstborn. I wasn't blogging back then, that's why.
Now, the daydreams have become somewhat less.. but more... how shall I put it??.. More "imaginative" I guess. I used to daydream about minor stuff like shopping till I drop, but now, the daydreams are shopping till I drop,
From: chiemo88@yahoo.comSubject: Daydreams and FantasiesThe other day I was sitting on the beach. The ice-cold pink lemonade felt like a warm blanket on a cold night as it submerged my tongue and coated my throat in sweet bliss. A light layer of sweat had formed on my bare torso and arms, but an occasional breeze would soothe my heated skin. In the distance my friends were throwing a beach ball to each other as they ran around in circles, the water splashing against their legs, their feet making temporary imprints on the saturated sand.But a boy blocked my view momentarily as he walked by. He was beautiful. I thought that behind my dark sunglasses I was free to stare all I wanted, but he gave me a sideways glance, smiled at me, looked away and kept walking. My heart skipped a beat and then beat harder, but maybe it was just the beginnings of a heat stroke. I drank more of the pink lemonade and set the glass on the sand. The ice cubes sparkled and the dew collected and ran down t
Kerri from Colors of the Garden is the star guest blogger today as she shares of her passion with fuschias. I've really enjoyed conversing with Kerri over the past year and she epitomizes what blogs are about - they really are just an international cyber-fence that we can hang our heads over and have a natter. If you haven't met Kerri (or her husband Ross) yet, pour yourself a cuppa and spend some time delving through her archives. They're all as good as this one...
Stuart has generously offered to give me the run of his blog, in a guest post, while he's off gallivanting in Tasmania. I thought, "Why not? I haven't had a trip to my beloved birth country since 2003, and I've never been to Western Australia. If I can't go physically, at least I can have a virtual trip". So here I am!
My first thoughts were of the glorious gardens my mother used to grow, and specifically, her magnificent fuchsias.
Mom lived in Palm Beach, NSW during my teen years, and then later at Nels
This morning, before the sun came up, I took our dog for a walk. The sky was that pearly blue that deepens into an impossible, nearly neon shade before the sun emerges over the horizon and washes it out. It was beautiful - fat snowflakes drifted to the ground, settling ...
