Craig from our forum is a big Neil Diamond fan. Methinks from memory his dear departed dad was a fan. He requested that I put some of Neil's songs on the music player for my forum/blog. As a small girl I grew up listening to Neil Diamond. We had close family friends where the dad was a big fan and most visits to their home resulted in a Neil Diamond record playing in the background. As an adult searching for his songs to load today I gained a whole new appreciation of Neil the artist. He has so many beautiful and moving songs. I spent a pleasant hour reminiscing and even shed a tear or two along the way. Hello and Play Me are my favorites closely followed by I Am I Said...the latter makes me teary as I very much relate to the essence of the song - the feeling of being lost between two shores. For me it's more Queensland's fine, but it ain't home, Melbourne's home but it ain't mine no more.
"I am I said
The feeling is laid back
Palm trees grow and the rents are low
But you know I keep thinking about
Making my way back
Well, I'm New York City born and raised
But nowadays, I'm lost between two shores
LA's fine, but it ain't home
New York's home but it ain't mine no more
I am, I said
To no one there
And no one heard at all
Not even the chair
I am, I cried
I am, said I
And I am lost, and I can't even say why
Leavin' me lonely still."
A saint asked his disciples, ‘Why do we shout in anger? Why do people shout at each other when they are upset?’
Disciples thought for a while, one of them said, ‘Because we lose our calm, we shout for that.’
‘But, why to shout when the other person is just next to you?’ asked the Saint. ‘Isn’t it possible to speak to him or her with a soft voice? Why do you shout at a person when you’re angry?’
Disciples gave some other answers but none satisfied the saint.
Finally he explained, ‘When two people are angry at each other, their hearts distance a lot. To cover that distance they must shout to be able to hear each other. The angrier they are, the stronger they will have to shout to hear each other through that great distance.’
Then the saint asked, ‘What happens when two people fall in love? They don’t shout at each other but talk softly, why? Because their hearts are very close. The distance between them is very small…’
The saint continued, ‘When they love each other even more, what happens? They do not speak, only whisper and they get even closer to each other in their love. Finally they even need not whisper, they only look at each other and that’s all. That is how close two people are when they love each other.
The moggies here are really giving me the pip lately, bossy and messy little blighters they are! Perhaps I should write them a letter like this lady has to her cat hehehehe ;]
*Piccie is of our bossy Miss Cosette
I am writing to remind you that, according to the pet registry at the local council, I am listed as your owner. Not the other way around.
Admittedly, however, I mustn’t be much of an owner. I mean, I’ve never felt the need to put a picture of you up as my facebook profile pic or get you to wear a Santa Hat on our Christmas cards or have your name tattooed on my arse. Also, I’ve certainly never felt the way cat food manufacturers obviously think I should feel – most of the cats featured on their packaging are giving me their best “Come Hither” eyes and others seem positively post-coital. Is this really how cat owners feel about their pets? If so, I’m sorry. I just don’t see you That Way. For one thing, whenever I try to pat you, you just bite me. Perhaps that’s your way of giving me some lovin’ but I can tell you now, Cat: I’ve no interest in becoming your S&M bitch-slave. It just ain’t my scene.
Anyway, now that I’ve reestablished the fact that I’m your owner, I would like to remind you of a few house rules:
Greetings Please do not greet me at the door with an accusatory whine, as if continuing a previous argument right at the point where we left off (no doubt about the fact that I “never” feed you). In return, I will cease regarding you warily with a “Helllooooo, Genghis”, like I’m Jerry Seinfeld greeting his nemesis Newman.
Disposal of body parts I may be wrong here but I think most serial killers attempt to tidy up after themselves a bit. Whilst it can be said that nothing heightens the hanging-out-the-washing experience more than standing barefoot on a mouse head, I’d prefer it if you could either eat your prey in its entireity or use one of the garbage receptacles provided.
Land rights You have no legal claim over the spot in front of the heater. You therefore do not reserve the right to stalk, pounce upon, scratch or bite anybody standing in that spot, especially if they have just been outside in the cold, cleaning up bird entrails from the trampoline. My husband would also like it to be known that when he sits naked in front of the heater in the mornings (for reasons known only to himself), those things hanging down between his legs are not your sworn enemy.
Meal Times When I refuse to feed you outside of designated feeding times, please do not sit right in front of me and proceed to elaborately groom your arsehole in protest. And, for the record, other cats the size of small ponies subsist on one cup of dry cat food a day without complaint. You receive the same PLUS two sachets of ‘wet food’, which costs more per gram than most fancy-pants French cheeses, and yet you never quit your bitchin’. WHAT IS YOUR PROBLEM? If I served all your meals to you dressed in a gimp suit made entirely rubber and let you bite the crap out of me, would that make you satisfied? Would it? WOULD IT? Well, it ain’t gonna happen, Cat. It ain’t gonna happen.
Serendipity – is the effect by which one accidentally discovers something fortunate, especially while looking for something else entirely unrelated. Here you will find delish recipes, homemade goodies, crafty creations, musings, reflections, poetry, love, laughter, friendship and so much more - Also an open invite to our BRAND NEW MODERN friendly forum - new members always warmly welcomed -
On Jupiter and Mars today The sun shines hot and cold And Planet earth seems far away On a distant speck of gold Yet I wonder if each planet spins Upon an axis true And I wonder if each knows of us Of the wonder that is you! And I wonder of life's mystery Of the gossamer that binds The love that spins upon our loom Where a spinner slowly winds And every thread is savoured thus Colours rich, of gold Where you are never far away On my closest planet's hold
Heartpoet the gem surprised me today with the following ~*a wicked poached whole lemon, fig and Brazil nut cake, a lovely magazine, a beautiful card that he wrote a hand written poem in and placed a scratchie in (won $10) and also a very pretty bunch of flowers*~ cos I am full of the flu AND one of my back teeth broke in half and I swallowed it, gulp~! My dentist is away on an extended break and I am feeling pretty shabby. I never expect pressies, a hug is enough for me but he has blown me away this time with his thoughtful and kind nature. He is so gonna get lucky when I am better lololol....don't want to splutter my germs all over him at the present time ha~!
Pam (Heartpoet's sis) telephoned me ever so excited today, not only is she going to be a first time gran, her son and daughter in law found out today that they are expecting TWINS~! Woohoo and they are due on my birthday Nov 20th :]
It has been a case of pass the dreaded flu lurgy in our house and I am the *lucky* gal who is now taking her turn sigh~! It has been a homemade chicken soup, hot lemon, ginger and honey drinks, snuggling under a plump vintage feather eiderdown with my fav magazine and a super sized box of tissues kinda day sigh~!
"All our young lives we search for someone to love, someone who makes us complete. We choose partners and change partners. We dance to a song of heartbreak and hope, all the while wondering if somewhere and somehow there is someone searching for us." -The Wonder Years
"Women gather together for a variety of reasons. Support groups, ritual circles, discussion forums, gatherings that nurture creativity - all are ways in which women create community, banish isolation, and empower themselves. Women's circles provide safe and nurturing spaces for participants to own their feelings and experiences, to take creative risks, and to allow their deepest yearnings to take root and blossom." http://www.essortment.com
With the above in mind I have been pondering making changes to The Serendipity Cafe. I am pondering whether to make this blog private. Whilst I very much enjoy the Cafe as it is I feel that more topics could be discussed and at greater length/depth if both I and the readers felt safe/secure in the knowledge of who they are actually sharing their innermost thoughts and private information with. This would mean that those invited to join would need post a profile here along with a photo of themselves, they would also be given author permissions, that way all in our circle could post as well as comment.
I am keen for you feedback re this so please either leave a comment or if you would prefer email me and let me know your thoughts. I am interested in women of all ages and from all parts of the world joining us. A safe place where you can share a joyous or sad moment, vent, post a recipe, post about your family, friends, pets, art, craft, poetry, garden, life in general, post a tutorial on how to make something, pose a question to the circle, share a fav quote etc etc. We will not always agree with each others views/opinions and that is ok, you would always be welcome to add your five cents worth as long as it is done respectfully.
I have come in contact with many delightful ladies from my time here at The Serendipity Cafe, many I feel would be real life friends that would catch up for a chat and a cuppa if distance did not separate us. I am excited at the prospect of our very own womans circle, kinda like catching up and sharing news, hugs, smiles, tears, the good times and the not so good with a group of close gf's!
“Guard well within yourself that treasure, kindness. Know how to give without hesitation, how to lose without regret, how to acquire without meanness.” ~Tom_Ardent George Sand quotes (French Romantic writer, 1804-1876)
You know some of Brenton's best birthday parties were ones we had at home, parties that did not cost a fortune. His mates still rave about his 13th birthday party! My friend Tara held a birthday party for her son recently that was such a big hit I thought I would share it.
Treasure chest cake (pictured)
I made a basic vanilla cake, covered in chocolate icing, put 3 licorice straps on for the chest's banding, bought some chocolate 'gold' coins and printed a pirate motif from my clip art.
Basic vanilla cake: (the easiest cake you'll ever make) 90g butter 1 3/4 cup SR flour 3/4 cup sugar 1/2 teaspoon salt 1 egg 3/4 cup milk 1 1/2 teaspoons vanilla essence (can add 1/4 cup cocoa for a chocolate cake)
Put all ingredients into a bowl and mix for 2 mins. Bake at 180/190 C for 30 mins. Leave in tin to cool for 5 mins before turning onto rack.
* Pass the treasure chest - cover a cardboard box in paper. Tear strips of newspaper and place inside. Put a few wrapped up bits of pirate treasure (can get cheap packs from variety stores) and pass the box around like pass-the-parcel.
* Pin the treasure chest on the map - print out a map from the Internet, clip art will have a treasure chest to print. Play like pin-the-tail-on-the-donkey.
* Balloon swords - buy some of the long balloons for the kids to pretend with - no-one gets hurt with point sword ends.
I bought a cheap, frilly ladies blouse, a pair of ladies black pants and a belt from the op-shop (thrift store) all for $5. Cut the hems of the blouse and pants into strips - voila - a pirate costume. Made a patch from cardboard and elastic.
Cut up fruit - watermelon, grapes, strawberries, apples etc. Sausage rolls - roll up ready made sausages into puff pastry - cut into bite size chunks and bake for 15 mins. Meat balls - serve with tomato sauce. Plain chips. Mini quiche's - I make these in a muffin tin. Sandwiches cut into little triangles.
Despite there being not much in the way of 'junk' food, the group of 8 children that attended ate every scrap of food. I had juice and water on the table and most kids went for water. If there is no other choice of food at a party, you'd be surprised at what kids will eat. My son and his friends had a fabulous time!
All people have a special song Inside their hearts! Everyone in the whole world has a special heartsong. If you believe in magical, musical hearts. And if you believe you can be happy Then you, too, will hear your song.
"People are often unreasonable, irrational, and self-centered; forgive them anyway. If you are kind, people may accuse you of selfish, ulterior motives: Be kind anyway. What you spend years creating others could destroy overnight: Create anyway. If you find serenity and happiness, some may be jealous. Be happy anyway. The good you do today, will often be forgotten. Do good anyway. Give the best you have, and it may never be enough: Give your best anyway. In the final analysis, it is between you and God: it was never between you and them anyway."
Our thoughts are with The Holmes Family today as it is their precious daughter Imogen's "Passing Parade and Final Party." Here in Qld today we are wearing ladybird colours and raising our glasses to toast Princess Imogen, just knowing that she we will be sent off with grace and style~!
We're all kissed by angels but some of us never think to pucker. ~Terri Guillemets
In glitter of diamonds In flashes of light In rivers of sparkles In golden sunlight In heart's loving cuddle In arms open wide A princess to bless you To stand by your side Her laugh is infectious Her nature sublime As she gathers her sunshine And spreads it through time A princess a princess Your rainbow a smile Delightful enchanting All magic and style
Method 1. Grease a pie dish with melted butter or oil 2. Place the combined flours, caster sugar, salt and butter in the bowl of a food processor and process until it resembles fine breadcrumbs. Add egg yolk and water (a little at a time to determine if you need all of the water) and process until the dough just starts to come together. 3. Roll out two-thirds of the pastry on a lightly floured surface to line the prepared pie dish with pastry and trim excess. Place in the fridge for 30 minutes to rest. 4. Peel, core and slice apples and place in water and cook slightly on the stove top until they are only slightly crunchy. Then drain. 5. Combine apple, extra sugar, lemon juice, cinnamon and vanilla in a bowl. 6. Lightly whisk egg white in a bowl. Brush the base and side of the pastry case with egg white. Place apple mixture in the pastry case. 7. Roll out remaining pastry on a lightly floured surface to a disc large enough to fit the top of pie. Place over the apple mixture. Press the edges to seal and trim excess. Brush the top with egg white and sprinkle with white sugar. Cut 3 slits in the top to allow steam to escape. 8. Bake for roughly 20 minutes. Reduce temperature to 180°C and bake for a further 30 minutes or until the apple is tender. Set aside for 10 minutes to cool. Serve with cream or ice-cream.
One of them is negative....it grows from lack of self-worth and its fruits are fear, anger, envy, bitterness, sorrow - and any other negative emotion.
Then there is the tree of positive emotions. Its nutrients include self-forgiveness and a correct self concept. Its fruits are love, joy, acceptance, self-esteem, faith, peace and other uplifting emotions.
First up I would like to say that my thoughts this morning are with Fiona who lost her young daughter Imogen only days ago. Her first Mothers Day without her only precious daughter must be a heartbreaking time. It is hard to enjoy my own day when I know a friend is suffering. My Brenton aware of the impact Imogen's passing has had on us all arranged to purchase a very special Mothers Day present for me this year. A beautiful gift that will not only allow me to remember Imogen but one that also donates a percentage of sales to a most worthwhile cause. Click here to see what Brenton bought me for Mothers Day this year. His thoughtfulness has bought a few tears to my eyes.
So whatever you all are up to today I hope that you enjoy your day and that there are lots of smiles and hugs that come your way. My love goes out to all those ladies that have lost their mums and also to those ladies that have not been given the gift of motherhood, I do appreciate that Mothers Day can be a sad day for so many. I consider myself truly blessed that I have Brenton, there was a time (4 miscarriages and I also nearly lost him early in the pregnancy) that I thought my dreams of being a mum would never be realised. I have also had the chance to "mother" Rhiannon since she was 7 (now almost 17) and although she has a mum of her own that she adores, I do consider her a child of my heart and love her dearly. How could I not, we have been through much together and she is a gorgeous girl~! To Heartpoet's dear mum over in England I wish you a beautiful day filled with hugs and love and to my mum (who I no longer see as we have different heartsongs) I wish her the very best as always.
Enjoy your Mothers Day's ladies...I wish you well~!
We had plans to go for a Mothers Day lunch tomorrow at one of my all time favorite places, located about a 10 minute drive from our place. However Brenton is so full of the flu that it quickly became quite obvious today that this was not going to be achievable. Brenton and Heartpoet not wanting me to miss out all together hatched a plan for Heartpoet to take me there today for afternoon tea instead. Was an awful shame Brenton could not come and I felt bad leaving him home but he insisted and said that we would all head off there together for lunch one day soon. We chose a comfortable lounge seat nestled amongst and shaded by trees. What a pleasant, relaxing way to spend 1 1/2 hrs. We each had mixed berry frappes and I had chocolate and beetroot cake and Heartpoet had exotic mandarin cake - both served with a dollop of the most divine double cream and dusted in icing sugar. We sat back and indulged and watched the world go by...tis a pretty rural area, dragonflies and butterflies fluttered about us and at one stage a Man From Snowy River lookalike galloped by on his horse. Jasper, the cafes blue and gold, dancing, talking macaw kept us entertained with his amusing antics whilst we ate. Heartpoet presented me with a gorgeous poem handwritten in a pretty card, a lovely posy of flowers and he also had a gorgeous new snugly winter dressing gown and cute winter pj's wrapped up for me. He tells me that Brenton has arranged his own extra special pressie for me and that Brenton will fill me in on the details tomorrow, he assured me that I will ADORE it and be THRILLED to bits with what he has chosen~! Late this arvo I started sneezing, my throat hurts to swallow and I feel a tad hot and bothered - so a quiet Mothers Day at home for us tomorrow, snuggled under eiderdowns with a few dvds and toasting with hot lemon and honey drinks methinks. I shall report back in tomorrow and let you all know what my surprise pressie was~!
Here is the link to the Flying Nun Cafe where we went today, do take a look at their website and click around a bit on their websites different pages. Tis my new favorite place to go~!
Heading home from the seaside today my mobile sprung to life, it was Brenton he had finished school (he is in year 12) for the day and was wondering if he could be picked up instead of walking home as he ached all over and felt like he was coming down with the nasty flu virus that his gf has had over this last week. He sounded so full of it and not one bit well the poor love. So he was picked up from school with a quick swing by the chemist for supplies and home to rest. I made a big pot of nourishing soup and a loaf of herb bread in the breadmaker and that was dinner tonight, dessert was homemade icecream slices - recipe as follows......
Homemade Icecream Slices
1 bottle of cream 1 tin condensed milk 2 packs malt biscuits chocolate bar (I use pepermint crisps but you can use your favorite) little marshmallows
Whip the cream and condensed milk until thick. Lay malt biscuits out in a tray. Pour the cream and milk onto the biscuits. Chop up your chocolate bar and sprinkle over top. Next sprinkle over the little marshmallows. Put more biscuits on top (make sure they line up with the ones underneath!) Place in the freezer until set and then cut between the biscuits with a sharp knife.
*Piccie Brenton and Brenton and Emily (his lovely gf)
This morning I was out and about down by the seaside. Lunch time was spent on the foreshore - delish cheese and onion Cornish pasties that are handmade fresh each day to a traditional recipe and old fashioned homemade lemonade drinks with crushed ice. A lovely amble on the pier soaking up the divine Autumn sunshine (25 degrees C), sharing some laughs with a delightful group of excited and oh so enthusiastic special needs teens fishing with their carers, "Not even a smelly old boot," chuckled one good natured young man in the group when I enquired as to how the days catch was progressing. Pelicans and gulls soared overhead in the clear blue sky, the slight breeze was salt laden and fresh and the sunshine gently warmed my skin. A stop at Teddies n Sweets (English Tea Rooms that also sell UK sweets and groceries) for some delish treats to take home to share, next stop the homeware shop for a gorgeous honey and honeysuckle soy candle in a stylish holder that smells divine and a spectacular 3D leadlight star tealight candle holder to hang from my veranda, it was then time to head home. Life my friends is sweet~!
Every now and then, when the world sits just right, a gentle breath of heaven fills my soul with delight...
The below quote best sums up how I feel waking up next to Heartpoet each morning. I do indeed feel loved and truly blessed. I also appreciate how lucky I am to have found someone so special and never take a day of our time together for granted~!
"Wake at dawn with a winged heart and give thanks for another day of loving.” ~Kahlil Gibran~ quote
With the passing of dear sweet Imogen only days ago and her funeral next week the following story makes me smile despite the tears. I can only hope that Immie has her fork in hand and that the best is yet to come for her~!
There was a young woman who had been diagnosed with a terminal illness and had been given three months to live. So as she was getting her things 'in order,' she contacted her Pastor and had him come to her house to discuss certain aspects of her final wishes.
She told him which songs she wanted sung at the service, what scriptures she would like read, and what outfit she wanted to be buried in.
Everything was in order and the Pastor was preparing to leave when the young woman suddenly remembered something very important to her.
'There's one more thing,' she said excitedly.
'What's that?' came the Pastor's reply.
'This is very important,' the young woman continued. 'I want to be buried with a fork in my right hand.'
The Pastor stood looking at the young woman, not knowing quite what to say.
That surprises you, doesn't it?' the young woman asked.
'Well, to be honest, I'm puzzled by the request,' said the Pastor.
The young woman explained. 'My grandmother once told me this story, and from that time on I have always tried to pass along its message to those I love and those who are in need of encouragement. In all my years of attending socials and dinners, I always remember that when the dishes of the main course were being cleared, someone would inevitably lean over and say, 'Keep your fork.' It was my favorite part because I knew that something better was coming...like velvety chocolate cake or deep-dish apple pie. Something wonderful, and with substance!'
So, I just want people to see me there in that casket with a fork in my hand and I want them to wonder 'What's with the fork?' Then I want you to tell them: 'Keep your fork, the best is yet to come.'
The Pastor's eyes welled up with tears of joy as he hugged the young woman good-bye. He knew this would be one of the last times he would see her before her death. But he also knew that the young woman had a better grasp of heaven than he did. She had a better grasp of what heaven would be like than many people twice her age, with twice as much experience and knowledge. She KNEW that something better was coming.
At the funeral people were walking by the young woman's casket and they saw the cloak she was wearing and the fork placed in her right hand. Over and over, the Pastor heard the question, 'What's with the fork?' And over and over he smiled.
During his message, the Pastor told the people of the conversation he had with the young woman shortly before she died. He also told them about the fork and about what it symbolized to her. He told the people how he could not stop thinking about the fork and told them that they probably would not be able to stop thinking about it either.
He was right. So the next time you reach down for your fork let it remind you, ever so gently, that the best is yet to come. Great friends are a very rare jewel, indeed, they make you smile and encourage you to succeed. They lend an ear, they share a word of praise, and they always want to open their hearts to us.
Show your friends how much you care. Remember to always be there for them, even when you need them more. For you never know when it may be their time to "Keep your fork"
Cherish the time you have and the memories you share ...
Being friends with someone is not an opportunity but a sweet responsibility.
The most unfair thing about life is the way it ends. I mean, life is tough. It takes up a lot of your time. What do you get at the end of it? A Death! What's that, a bonus? I think the life cycle is all backwards. You should die first, get it out of the way. Then you live in an old age home. You get kicked out when you're too young, you get a gold watch, you go to work. You work forty years until you're young enough to enjoy your retirement. You drink alcohol, you party, you get ready for high school. You go to grade school, you become a kid, you play, you have no responsibilities, you become a little baby, you go back into the womb, you spend your last nine months floating...
A few of you have contacted me via email asking me about the dress I wore in this post. It is in fact a tie dyed vintage petticoat with extra vintage dyed lace sewn on to the hem and bodice area. I personally think they look feminine and they suit my dress style to a T. With a lacey shrug over the top and a pretty pair of strappy sandals they are perfect for Brissy's humid weather. I own 5 of these dresses, have included piccies of another 3.
Today being a public holiday we picked up Rhiannon bright and early and took her and Brenton on a day trip to Mt Mee National Park for a picnic and a 40 min nature walk through the rainforest. We then hit the road, stopping at spots of interest along the way then headed to Woodford and wandered the towns antique barn. Afternoon tea called so we settled on cappuccino/cuppa/hot chocs/ with lick ya lips delish New York cheesecake topped with lashings of cream and icecream. The weather was divine, Rhiannon's company was a joy and Brenton was a right royal pain in the butt (most out of character as he is usually good fun on such trips) he was cranky and overtired from a late night playing computer games and whinged and moaned from the minute his mobile reception went down lol. Have attached some piccies of our radiant Rhiannon who is blossoming into such a beautiful young lady. Have another day trip planned for the near future will include pics of Brenton then, when hopefully he will have rolled out of bed on the right side sigh~!
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.