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Sunday, October 13, 2013
Sunday, July 21, 2013
Thoughts on us
Sometimes we don't really know why we do the things we do. Sometimes we are only thinking in the present and not to the future. It is a great flaw but also has its advantages for spontaneity in our lives. Sometimes we analyse it all too much and we should just forget, move on and learn from our mistakes. Then you breathe a different kind of air that feels like freedom, freedom to let go.
Wednesday, April 17, 2013
Sunday, October 28, 2012
Maybe I'll Be Free
Maybe I should go down to the sea
Where the birds fly
Maybe I'll feel free
Where the breeze blows
Maybe I should wiggle my toes
In the soft white sand
Maybe I'll feel free
Where the wind greets me
Maybe I should live like it's heaven on earth
Forget the sadness and move on
Maybe I'll feel free
Where the sun shines down on me
Maybe I should dance away into the night
The fireflies will be my friends
Maybe I'll feel free
Where the moon looks on in glee
Maybe I should just be me
And forget the looks that come my way
Maybe I'll be free
Where I am just me
Written by Marisa Nowland 2012
Where the birds fly
Maybe I'll feel free
Where the breeze blows
Maybe I should wiggle my toes
In the soft white sand
Maybe I'll feel free
Where the wind greets me
Maybe I should live like it's heaven on earth
Forget the sadness and move on
Maybe I'll feel free
Where the sun shines down on me
Maybe I should dance away into the night
The fireflies will be my friends
Maybe I'll feel free
Where the moon looks on in glee
Maybe I should just be me
And forget the looks that come my way
Maybe I'll be free
Where I am just me
Written by Marisa Nowland 2012
Tuesday, May 29, 2012
Compassion Australia
Compassion is an amazing organision that provides food, skills, education and health care to millions of children worldwide living in poverty through their sponsorship program.
Take a look here: http://www.compassion.com.au/index.php?linkid=569
Wednesday, May 9, 2012
Hope is the thing with feathers
That perches in the soul,
And sings the tune without words,
And never stops at all,
And sweetest in the gale is heard;
And sore must be the storm
That could abash the little bird
That kept many so warm.
I've heard it in the chillest land,
And on the strangest sea;
Yet, never, in extremity,
It asked a crumb of me.
Emily Dickinson
Tuesday, August 9, 2011
New blog - Always With Butter
Today I found a new blog. A food and photography blog http://alwayswithbutter.blogspot.com/ . I love it so much and I'm so keen to try out the recipes! Especially this one:
Sugar & Spice Layer Cake With Peaches and Cream
Yum!
Saturday, June 18, 2011
Beautiful imaginations
Growing up, I always had an avid imagination. When I rode the school bus, I used to imagine the road was silver and the trees were gold.
I was always fascinated by the simple things of life, of nature. The droplets of dew on the brightest green leaves appeared like crystal. and the light shining through the leaves presented delicate veins. It is all beautiful artwork created by the Creator.
I was always fascinated by the simple things of life, of nature. The droplets of dew on the brightest green leaves appeared like crystal. and the light shining through the leaves presented delicate veins. It is all beautiful artwork created by the Creator.
Monday, March 21, 2011
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