I just adore this poem and would like to dedicate it to my gorgeous Heartpoet. It was written by Tamara Beryl Latham, a former Brissy Gal I see!
Sonnet On A Star
If I could write a sonnet on a star Then bottle it and toss it to the sea Would it travel to the corners of the Earth, And echo there the love I hold for thee? If I could write a sonnet on the moon Then bottle it and toss it to the winds Would it find your heart So you may briefly know, Where your love ends Is where my love begins? If I could write a sonnet on the sun Then bottle it and toss it throughout time Would someone from a distant galaxy Find no greater love Than that was mine Yet, I cannot write a sonnet on a star, Nor moon, nor even on the blazing sun, Nor bottle words to send them Where you are Nor coerce our separate hearts To beat as one And so my darling You will never hear The humble words of love I wrote for thee They remain encrypted, tightly sealed And yet they travel on eternally
1. Heat oil and brown onion and then add mince and brown. 2. Add soup mix and tomatoes, chopping tomatoes to break them up and herbs. 3. Cover and simmer for 15 mins. 4. Pour mixture into greased baking dish and top with corn chips and grated cheese. 5. Bake at 180 degrees for 10-15mins. Serve with crusty bread.
On the day when the weight deadens on your shoulders and you stumble, may the clay dance to balance you.
And when your eyes freeze behind the grey window and the ghost of loss gets in to you, may a flock of colours, indigo, red, green, and azure blue come to awaken in you a meadow of delight.
When the canvas frays in the currach of thought and a stain of ocean blackens beneath you, may there come across the waters a path of yellow moonlight to bring you safely home.
May the nourishment of the earth be yours, may the clarity of light be yours, may the fluency of the ocean be yours, may the protection of the ancestors be yours. And so may a slow wind work these words of love around you, an invisible cloak to mind your life.
John O'Donohue (1956-2008) Copyright John O'Donohue. All rights reserved. From his book: "To Bless the Space Between Us" www.johnodonohue.com
The vanilla shines through in this cake. I used a Madagascar Vanilla Bean.
Amy's Vanilla Bean Butter Cake
2 1/4 cup self rising flour 2 sticks of butter- softened (8 oz) 1 3/4 cups sugar 1 vanilla bean- split and scraped 3 eggs 1 3/4 cups milk
I creamed the butter and sugar together. I then added the vanilla seeds and blended it again. I added the eggs one at a time until incorporated. I alternated the flour with the milk until well blended. I greased a standard Bundt pan and poured the cake into the greased pan. I then added a little chocolate frosting to the top of the cake. I just spooned a little around the middle (not to much or it will burn). I baked it on the middle rack at 180C / 350 degrees F until a knife comes out clean and the top is light brown. I then let it cool about 10 minutes and turned it out on to a plate.
Heartpoet is indeed my soulmate and I love him more than any words can convey :]
Hope you are all having a lovely weekend!
“A soulmate is someone who has locks that fit our keys, and keys to fit our locks. When we feel safe enough to open the locks, our truest selves step out and we can be completely and honestly who we are; we can be loved for who we are and not for who we’re pretending to be. Each unveils the best part of the other. No matter what else goes wrong around us, with that one person we’re safe in our own paradise. Our soulmate is someone who shares our deepest longings, our sense of direction. When we’re two balloons, and together our direction is up, chances are we’ve found the right person. Our soulmate is the one who makes life come to life.” About courtship with Leslie Parrish.
OoOoOohhhhhhh these sound very norti and wicked hey! A forum member posted this recipe in our forum. Will be making a batch today. Very nice with a cuppa and they won't last long I bet ;]
Have a lovely day!
Debbie's White Chocolate Chunk Cookies
375g jar crunchy peanut butter 1 cup caster sugar 1 egg, lightly beaten 2 tbls plain flour 200g white chocolate, chopped
Place peanut butter, sugar, egg and flour in a bowl and stir till it is mixed and thickened. Stir in white chocolate, roll into balls and place on baking trays and flatten slightly.Bake at 180c for 8-10 mins or until golden. Cool on tray for 5 mins.
“Maybe all men are a drug. Sometimes they bring you down and sometimes, like now, they get you so high."
“Later that day I got to thinking about relationships. There are those that open you up to something new and exotic, those that are old and familiar, those that bring up lots of questions, those that bring you somewhere unexpected, those that bring you far from where you started, and those that bring you back. But the most exciting, challenging and significant relationship of all is the one you have with yourself. And if you can find someone to love the you you love, well, that's just fabulous.”
"When you're young, your whole life is about the pursuit of fun. Then, you grow up and learn to be cautious. You could break a bone or a heart. You look before you leap and sometimes you don't leap at all because there's not always someone there to catch you. And in life, there's no safety net. When did it stop being fun and start being scary?”
We flew a kite across the world. On an oval of green and wind, a day cool but warm with interactionary glances, the wind held sway over all of us.
Our kite had a tail that reminded us of a Chinese Dragon. Long and segmented, coloured and free. We wondered together how it could possibly rise with life. Together we strode to the site.
Our children launched our kite, tail waving from the heights of paradise. We watched wonder struck as it rose to heaven,. When the wind breathed, shallow fitful breaths, our kite dipped and dropped and soared again, teasing the elements. Occasionally it would strike the earth, a dull thud on a cool winter’s day. When we listened as we threw it skyward once again, we could hear the roar of freedom, thunderous and thick on the passage of the wind.
We learnt that day that the secret of excellent kite flying is simply believing.
Forum member Mawghan has a passion for curries and spicy food. She has posted many lick ya lips delish recipes in our forum over time. Here is her famous Lemon Chilli Chicken. Enjoy!
Hope you are having a relaxing weekend!
Lemon Chilli Chicken
2 cloves of garlic, minced 2 teaspoon of minced ginger Olive oil 600g chicken thigh cubed 1 teaspoon of ground coriander 2 teaspoon of ground cumin 1/2 teaspoon ground turmeric 2 teaspoon of minced chilli 1/2 Cup lemon juice 3/4 Cup of white wine 10 large button mushrooms 1 Cup of peas (run under cool water to defrost) 1 Cup of fresh coriander to serve
Heat oil in saucepan. Brown chicken and add garlic and ginger. Cook for 1 minute.
Add ground coriander, cumin, turmeric and chilli and stir fry for 1 minute.
Stir in lemon juice and wine. Add mushrooms and peas.
Reduce heat and simmer till chicken and peas are cooked.
Serve with cous cous or rice and top with fresh coriander.
Let's start at the very beginning, a very good place to start as Julie Andrews sang lol. Three things (of many) that immediately spring to mind...
Well our first contact was over the internet and I was most taken with his poetry website. I am someone that has been fascinated by words since a sml child. Words can comfort, teach, inspire, move you on so many levels and so much more. I am always transported and captivated by his writings. Communicating with him via email/chat/snail mail was a true delight then and now. He challenges me on an intellectual level and I love that I can have stimulating banter with him.
Heartpoet is kind and loving to the core and is constantly bringing me home lil pressies/treats that he has spied/come across during the course of his day, that he feels I may enjoy and that will make me smile. He never gets it wrong, whether it be an item of clothing, a heavenly scented candle, a pretty handmade bracelet, a poem he has written or a sml bunch of wildflowers that he has picked on the way home from the train etc. I always ADORE what he has chosen for me. I have told him over and over that he does not have to buy me/give me these things but it makes him happy to and there is no stopping him lol. What I like best is that he is really plugged in and knows so well what makes my heart sing/what I like best.
Loving cuddles, hugs, smooches and holding hands are never in short supply or have to be requested. A gal can never get anough of those right?
I could not help but overhear a conversation yesterday. A couple were engaged in conversation and it was quite clear that he was in a grumpy/aggressive mood and he displayed a bullying/controlling attitude towards the woman, she remained calm and measured in her part of the conversation till the point came where she had clearly had enough. "Go to hell," she calmly, quietly and exasperatingly sighed, to which he responded sarcastically, "I am already there," clearly inferring that she was to blame.
Why stay in a relationship if hell is how you describe it and what part have you played buddy? Made me think of the following quote...
Have a great day!
“All blame is a waste of time. No matter how much fault you find with another, and regardless of how much you blame him, it will not change you. The only thing blame does is to keep the focus off you when you are looking for external reasons to explain your unhappiness or frustration. You may succeed in making another feel guilty about something by blaming him, but you won't succeed in changing whatever it is about you that is making you unhappy.” ~Wayne Dyer~
A Murder Of Motley Crows and a Family Of Bush Turkeys
I long to have a veg garden but the murder of motley crows and family of bush turkeys that actually reside in our backyard (yup they are there 24/7) destroy all efforts and it is so disheartening. The large mango, avocado and cumquat tree in our yard have all been massacred also and fruit that has been 3/4 eaten hang from the branches of these trees. Do we just give up and say ok...not possible given the circumstances or do we foolishly continue (determined Scorpio that I am). We have lots of bush around even though we are in the burbs and a creek that we back onto that draws lots of local wildlife to the backyard. Has anyone fought the battle with crows and bush turkeys and won? Is there a deterrent I can put in place or a solution to this? I really do crave homegrown veg and the joy of wandering outside to pick a tomato for a sandwich or salad etc.
Can't wait to hear from you all!
Kimmie xxx *Piccie is of our tin lids (kids) Rhiannon and Brenton when much younger (7) in front of our veg garden area before the rotten mugs set up home in our yard lol and in the days when playing under the sprinkler was allowed ;]
When Brenton and I relocated to Brisbane 9 years ago we sacrificed an awful lot across the board. We left a lot behind, we gave up an awful lot, we had to make many adjustments and changes. It was a full on life we headed into. In my opinion blended families are something you can only fully appreciate if you have experienced them first hand. The last nine years have been quite the roller coaster ride on so many levels. I have sacrificed graciously and willingly and have never complained. Heartpoet got off lightly when it came to adjustments and freely admits that our arrival was all pluses for him with no sacrifices made whatsoever on his part. However I do not enjoy living in Brisbane and never really have for numerous reasons, the humidity for one triggers shocking migraines (I was not even prone to headaches in Melbourne). Relocating and uprooting has been near impossible over the years with finances, blended families and children on both sides to consider who had experienced enough change and had settled well into schools/friendship circles etc. I would relocate back to Melbourne today if I could, that is how keen I am, however Brenton has a year of high school to finish and is very settled within his friendship circles etc. After that I then have a lot to weigh up as to whether I will place my needs first for once, something I have never really done over the years. I am a giver/pleaser/fixer/motherhen by nature who always it would seem puts others wants/needs first. However methinks the time has finally arrived to soon please self for a change and make decisions based on what would make me happiest/impact less on my health/make my heart sing. Even though I know in my heart that this is what I need do it is hard not to feel selfish for needing to make self a priority, tis silly I know but something a lot of us mums struggle with I am certain....sigh!
1 tablespoon vegan marg 1 leek, chopped 5 sticks of celery, roughly chopped 6 carrots, chopped a cupful of frozen peas 1 vegan stock cube 2 tablespoons white flour 3/4 of litre of soy milk (approx) Sea salt to taste
2 kg potatoes, peeled A little soy milk, marg and salt and pepper to mash into the spuds Large bunch of chives to mash into the spuds - easiest chopped up with scissors, straight into pan.
Peel and roughly chop the potatoes, place in a pan and cover with water and bring to boil. Once boiling turn down to simmer until soft. While that's happening, prepare the veg and sauce. Melt the marg in a pan and add the veg and stock cube, cooking until slightly softened (5-10 min), stirring regularly. Add the flour and mix well. Gradually add the soy milk, stirring all the time until a nice thick sauce is formed round the veg (you can add more soy milk or water if too thick). Season with salt and pepper and place in a large oven proof dish (we used a lasange one). Once the spuds are cooked, mash with the marg, milk, salt, pepper, and chives and spread this evenly on top of your veg sauce. Place in oven at 200C/400F for about 20-30 minutes or until golden brown on top. Delish with a fresh garden salad...
I hang up the phone with a sigh, Again there are those tears that I cry. I have heard it all before, Heard the promises ring as you walked out the door. You promised me many things, Like happiness and flights on butterfly wings. Somewhere those promises died, Again I am left with tears to cry. Broken Promises and broken dreams, That's the way it always is, it seems.
A sinister strain of sadness slowly enveloped her soul. Tainted by toxic relationships, her emotions had paid a high toll. Sadness daintily devoured each delicate inch. As a token of his high esteem, Sadness threw her a pinch of pity and insincere concern. The weary woman didn't understand the messed up message and she didn't care to learn. Sadness was too sadistic. He wouldn't let her leave. Sadness wanted to laugh yet he felt the urge to grieve. Her world would soon implode. Every organ waiting to explode. She could barely breathe. Sadness finally slit her throat and gently broke her neck. That weary woman had become nothing more than another useless wreck.
When he shall die Take him and cut him out in little stars And he will make the face of heav'n so fine That all the world will be in love with night And pay no worship to the garish sun. ~William Shakespeare, Romeo and Juliet~
sleep my darling sleep on this one more night the darkness lifts and succours minutes tick into hours and outside the heavens spin for us there are stars that shine and heat the universe with our love and there are moons and asteroids that wink and rush through the time and space...and they are ours we belong on the cruise through eternal brilliance and starlit colours and forever my love for you will fuel our journey through the golden stellar clouds so sleep my darling sleep on this one more night this one more eve, our night, our evermore...
In truth through moment's smile enlarged through sunshine warm supreme on mossy banks in forest flows on misting sunlit dream a love a want an early rush sweet moments love's desire a moment spent in solitude preceding passions fire heat sweet heat emotions glance flames where flickers flare ardour laid upon the slope upon our lovers lair where promises create their own our paradise true willed and romance skirts our lover's kiss our destiny fulfilled
Dip them in chocolate melts of choice and allow them to solidify. Place in cellophane bags tied with bows. These make delish coffee stirrers. Place them in a new attractive coffee mug and you have a lovely lil gift for someone special.
1/2 cup witch hazel 12 drops peppermint essential oil
Combine the ingredients and put the mixture in a spray bottle, labelling it with the instructions to shake before use.
You can spray this refreshing formula on your feet for a quick pick-me-up at any time of the day or evening. I find it is wonderful after a full dance class!
Shelf life is 6-8 months, sometimes longer (dependent on hot weather).
Variations: If you want a more powerful cooling effect, eucalyptus oil can be substituted for the peppermint, and isopropyl alcohol can be used in place of the witch hazel. Be sure to follow with a moisturizer, as this alternative mixture will leave the feet feeling dry.
Seems like only yesterday that I relocated from Melbourne to Brisbane to start my life with Heartpoet. My Brenton was only 7 at the time and Heartpoet's Rhiannon was also 7. How time has flown, they will both turn 17 later this year and will be in their last year of High School. I always longed to be a mum and I feel truly blessed to have been given the gift of Brenton and also the joy of having Rhiannon as part of our family unit. They have grown and blossomed over the years and now Brenton has a g/f and Rhi a b/f and we watch and sigh as they both prepare to spread their wings and fly. There is no greater gift in this life in my opinion, than a child to love. I feel truly blessed and ever so thankful.
Much love to you all
A CHILD TO LOVE
You can have your wealth and riches...
All the things so many seek,
Position, power, fine success,
The fame you long to keep.
You can earn so much you wish for,
Reach a status high above,
But none of these can equal...
Having one sweet child to love.
'Tis the greatest gift from heaven,
Little arms that hold you tight,
And a kiss so soft and gentle,
When you tuck them in at night.
A million precious questions,
And each story often read,
Two eyes so bright and smiling,
And a darling tousled head.
God can never match the goodness,
Of a trusting little face,
Or a heart so full of laughter
Spreading sunshine every place.
A child to hold and cuddle,
'Tis a gift from God above,
And the world is so much brighter,
When you have a child to love.
Forum member Creatingme recently posted in our forum...
"I have been trying some recipes for our big camping trip in 2011. They need to be quick and easy, but most of all yummy! This one I picked up a tip on a camping website and made a couple of changes. It can be made at home or on holidays.
The Perfect Omelette
2 eggs, beaten splash milk touch of salt/pepper (then any additions you wish - ham, corn, herbs, onion, tomato, cheese etc) 1 zip-lock bag
Pop all ingredients into zip lock bag, make sure bag is securely closed (take as much air out as possible).
Put bag into a pot of boiling water and leave for 10-12 mins, water should boil continuously (bag may initially shrink slightly, but it will not continue to do so)
Open bag, beware of steam - and you have the perfect omelette. Very fluffy, very yummy!"
My beautiful daughter Rhiannon has recently turned 16. Rhi has announced that she has a new b/f that she would very much like me to meet. Methinks I shall print off the following list of rules that I found, for our upcoming meeting. Rhi won't be too embarrassed by this do you think ;) ?
Have a great day!
If you pull into my driveway and honk you'd better be delivering a package, because you're sure not picking anything up.
You do not touch my daughter in front of me. You may glance at her, so long as you do not peer at anything below her neck. If you cannot keep your eyes or hands off of my daughter's body, I will remove them.
I am aware that it is considered fashionable for boys of your age to wear their trousers so loosely that they appear to be falling off their hips. Please don't take this as an insult, but you and all of your friends are complete idiots. Still, I want to be fair and open minded about this issue, so I propose this compromise: You may come to the door with your underwear showing and your pants ten sizes too big, and I will not object. However, in order to ensure that your clothes do not, in fact, come off during the course of your date with my daughter, I will take my electric nail gun and fasten your trousers securely in place to your waist.
I'm sure you've been told that in today's world, sex without utilizing a "barrier method" of some kind can kill you. Let me elaborate, when it comes to sex, I am the barrier, and I will kill you.
It is usually understood that in order for us to get to know each other, we should talk about sports, politics, and other issues of the day. Please do not do this. The only information I require from you is an indication of when you expect to have my daughter safely back at my house, and the only word I need from you on this subject is "early."
I have no doubt you are a popular fellow, with many opportunities to date other girls. This is fine with me as long as it is okay with my daughter. Otherwise, once you have gone out with my little girl, you will continue to date no one but her until she is finished with you. If you make her cry, I will make you cry.
As you stand in my front hallway, waiting for my daughter to appear, and more than an hour goes by, do not sigh and fidget. If you want to be on time for the movie, you should not be dating. My daughter is putting on her makeup, a process that can take longer than painting the Golden Gate Bridge. Instead of just standing there, why don't you do something useful, like changing the oil in my car?
The following places are not appropriate for a date with my daughter: Places where there are beds, sofas, or anything softer than a wooden stool. Places where there are no parents, policemen, or nuns within eyesight. Places where there is darkness. Places where there is dancing, holding hands, or happiness. Places where the ambient temperature is warm enough to induce my daughter to wear shorts, tank tops, midriff T-shirts, or anything other than overalls, a sweater, and a goose down parka - zipped up to her throat. Movies with a strong romantic or sexual theme are to be avoided; movies which features chain saws are okay. Hockey games are okay. Old folks homes are better.
Do not lie to me. I may appear to be a potbellied, balding, middle-aged, dimwitted has-been. But on issues relating to my daughter, I am the all-knowing, merciless god of your universe. If I ask you where you are going and with whom, you have one chance to tell me the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth. I have a shotgun, a shovel, and five acres behind the house. Do not trifle with me.
Be afraid. Be very afraid. It takes very little for me to mistake the sound of your car in the driveway for a chopper coming in over a rice paddy near Hanoi. When my Agent Orange starts acting up, the voices in my head frequently tell me to clean the guns as I wait for you to bring my daughter home. As soon as you pull into the driveway you should exit your car with both hands in plain sight. Speak the perimeter password, announce in a clear voice that you have brought my daughter home safely and early, then return to your car - there is no need for you to come inside. The camouflaged face at the window is mine.
The moment I heard my first love story I began seeking you, not realizing the search was useless. Lovers don't meet somewhere along the way. They're in one another's souls from the beginning. Rumi (1207-1273)
One of our newest forum members Amy has just posted a delish recipe/instructions & photo's (see above) for Dreamsicle Cookie Mix Gift Jars. How fabulous do these look!! I will definately be making a few of these jars up for pressies this year and I am certain that they will go down a treat :]
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We spent a quiet night in last night with Asian takeaway....3 dvds...Young Victoria, My Sisters Keeper and District 9. Heartpoet had a sml cask of Banrock Station Chardonnay and I had some non alcoholic strawberry cider (pink bubbles)...so a cuddly night on the lounge watching movies with homemade chocs and leftover Christmas icecream log. Brenton went to a pool party/bbq/sleepover at a close friends house.
Our wish for us all in this new year is....
Comfort on difficult days, smiles when sadness intrudes, rainbows to follow the clouds, laughter to kiss your lips, sunsets to warm your heart, hugs when spirits sag, beauty for your eyes to see, friendships to brighten your being, faith so that you can believe, confidence for when you doubt, courage to know yourself, patience to accept the truth, love to complete you. Anon
Thanks for dropping by our blog in 2009. We look forward to blogging this new year and welcoming you to our friendly forum.
First step, take a deep breath
You don’t need a reason why
You can, you can take, take time
You can, you can walk, run, dive
Close call, you think you might fall
But all you gotta do is try
Even angels, even angels learn… to fly~!
I would fly you to the moon and back if you'll be . . . if you'll be my baby ~Savage Garden~
If I was a fairy I would be named Hex Icefly
She is a bone chilling bringer of justice for the vulnerable.
She lives in places hexed and tainted by black magic.
She is only seen at midday under a quiet, cloudless sky.
She wears black feathers and rose petals. She has icy blue butterfly wings.