Saturday 27 February 2016

Of Snow Geese and Daffodils




























 

By William Wordsworth
I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o'er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.


Continuous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the milky way,
They stretched in never-ending line
Along the margin of a bay:
Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.


The waves beside them danced; but they
Out-did the sparkling waves in glee:
A poet could not but be gay,
In such a jocund company:
I gazed—and gazed—but little thought
What wealth the show to me had brought:


For oft, when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils.

Wednesday 10 February 2016

Tuesday Thoughts

There I was again. Sitting in familiar chairs, yet still having foreign feelings. How do you adjust to cancer ? Like a page of a book written for someone else I live the the story line. Hard to put feelings to words, and yet some how the need to be understood is sometimes overwhelming. I play the guessing game as I sit and wait with the others to see the doctor in white. The sun streaming through the window warmed up my shoulder. I couldn't help but exclaim to the stranger/slash friend across the room, nice day to be alive. Yes, she agreed , you got that right. And between us our eyes bestowed the deeper meaning it evoked. What you in for ? Almost like a prison term, hoping to be done soon. There is no respecter of age or clean living that would keep us out of this journey. All of us looking for solutions willing to take risks, counting the costs and realising the struggle is worth it. Everyone one of us has good days, and bad days. Each journey unique, each breath of life a pleasure. I was asked by a dear friend if I ever was angry at God? And I thought maybe I was overwhelmed at the unfairness of my life. Maybe I've felt I've been dealt enough sorrow. Maybe my thoughts are different than yours. And I know it's okay to question. It's okay to get angry, it's okay to get sad. It's okay to be over whelmed. It's okay to admit that. My life sometimes in question but never who holds my life. I am sustained by the one who Carry's me through it all .  My thoughts not always easy, not always pure, firm in the arms of Jesus. May my thoughts encourage you today.

Tuesday 9 February 2016

Mazatlan 2016

Our apartment

The grounds

The beach we enjoyed at our complex








downtown golden zone



View from our balcony

sister in laws

marina

dinner on the beach, gonna miss that

never tire of sunsets



flower markets

fish market ,mostly shrimp








smallest Mcdonald's ever











cliff divers








No bad days