I got a lot of firewood from my lovely neighbours today, so now I have this huge pile in my garage & a nice & toasty house. I take my hat off to him, that has worked a lifetime doing that…chopping down trees, tending to the woodland. Hard work...& think, he’s way over 80 & still does it with a smile. Then there’s her, gosh, her kindness radiates. I can’t even explain it, but she somehow teaches me gratitude on a whole different level - & grace. She reminds me that there’s a lot to be thankful for, it’s just a matter of perspective… Guess what I’m most thankful for at the moment is that this hollow space in my heart’s slowly being filled again…through kindness & the simple thing of being seen, & opening my own eyes to the little things in life - that actually is life itself. ~Linn. Absence diminishes small loves and increases great ones, as the wind blows out the candle and fans the bonfire. ~François Duc de La Rochefoucauld.
S o, this afternoon aka yesterday I ended up at an Outlet thingy about 20 minutes from where I live. Loooooads of cool clothes, shoes, etc. So my son got some cool new Vans shoes & a couple of sweaters from A b e r c r o m b i e & F i t c h ♥ (...which I absolutely adore!!) , & I...well, I died for a second there & went straight to Le Creuset heaven!!!!!!! Thank the Gods for my mum & her sensible world view. "It'll still be here the next time you come. Think about what you need, what'll fit in, not what you want. Come on, lets go now..." xD Haha! I actually almost cried in there! :P I still got the nice lady in the store to find out if they could get the pancake pan in cream though... So I'll eagerly wait for my phone to ring after the holidays. :P ...& I'll be like a kid in a candy shop when I receive their monthly newsletter. Wooooho!!! ;D Have to say that the things they make lasts a lifetime if it's treated properly.
Ever since I saw the mutilated body of 11 year old Ebba Åkerlund in April , I've been angry. Angry at apologetic people & looneys with love signs & pussyhats. This isn't the 70s folks. Unless you make a poisonous concoction & feed it to the people killing our kids, there's no f**king flower power, ok? Source This Manchester attack made me go from angry to furious. I don't even know where to begin... This whole thing is unpalatable. Reading about how the shrapnel from the bomb had destroyed arteries, bones & nerves in the victims, leaving gaping holes... Do I agree with what the nurse said at the end of this article , that we should focus on the good that happened that night, absolutely. But ignoring who did it & why, no, absolutely not. Not this time around. As Norwegians we met our own extremist with a sea of flowers & candlelight. I just got numb back then, all those young lives lost...it was just unfathomable. But now I'm just plain
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