HAPPY BIRTHDAY,M🧡🐾🐾🧡🎃

HAPPY BIRTHDAY , M! 

LOVE, MOM, DAD ,TY, MAGGIE AND BAT 🧡🧡🎃🧡🧡 🐾🐾🐾🐾

 

GOD SAVE THE KING - HAPPY AND GLORIOUS, KING CHARLES AND QUEEN CAMILLA

KING CHARLES III

KING CHARLES III AND QUEEN CAMILLA

 

In England 🇬🇧

It was in the summer of 1977, the year of HRH Queen's Silver Jubilee, and Queen was playing in London the night we arrived in England.

We never bothered with reserving a room at a hotel, and by the end of the evening, we still had not found an affordable place to sleep.
Finding something to eat tho, was less of a challenge: Fish and Chips wrapped in newsprint was perfect for our very first meal in the UK, and the unexpected extra that came with the dinner helped us find a place to sleep: under the park bench of where we earlier sat and ate our meal.
What we didn't expect was on company joining us that evening.
A young fellow who had attended the Queen concert earlier that night had missed the last train home and asked if we could share one of our sleeping bags with him: of course, we girls obliged.
Strangely, in the wee morning hours, he was gone.
England, already, was being spooky.


The following night we arrived in Scarborough, again with no reservations. It wasn't too long before someone spotted our Canadian flags on our backpacks, two fellows from a neighboring karate school who graciously offered us a room for the night but, that didn't turn out too well when their coach walked in with the rest of the class and canceled our room. So we resumed our search. Walking past a nightclub closing its doors for the night, Grace Jones singing La Vie En Rose drifting in the night air, I felt a hand pat my backpack: it was a policeman. We had finally found a place for the night, the local police station. They felt sorry for us Canadians and put us up for the night.
The morning came early with a hot cup of coffee; I took one last look into the large glass mirror in the room before heading out, paused, and then wondered. Naw!


Side notes:
I love keeping old things in small, glass cases reminding me of the past. I bought this pin of the Union Jack when I was in England and pinned it to what I believe to be a Royal Navy WW1 Petty Officers Cloth Bullion Cap Badge. Might be British or Canadian, either one, I love the fact that I now own one.


And this song was playing all over the airwaves in the late seventies. It always takes me back to the night we spent in Scarborough, England, the time of The Queen's Jubilee, and the room with a two-way mirror? lol

Grace Jones classic '77 track 

"Quand il me prend dans ses bras
Il me parle tout bas
Je vois la vie en rose" Edith Piaf

*** Michael Jackson - Oxford Speech ***

Once upon a time I was a child and so was Michael.
Like he, I really don’t have a childhood to speak of and I suppose I could easily relate and most importantly understand him for who he was even though I personally didn’t know him.
In this speech he gave in 2001 in Oxford Union, England, Michael explains it perfectly what it is to be a child, and how rushing through childhood to reach maturity is not as important as that of molding a beautiful being adept to the seriousness of an adult world.
(Be Gods Glow) has posted four videos of Michael’s speech and I have posted part one of four below. I seriously recommend you take the time to listen to the entire speech; I’m sure you’ll be touched by the message Michael gave and see who Michael truly was.

Living in a Fairytale ~ Elvis Robertson ~

Who wouldn't luv to sit here with a great book and a cup of tea?




And being surrounded by fairy trees.....
One could easily be lost in a enchanted land!




Look at the star, like looking at a star from the sea.



Elvis Robertson - a lifelong infatuation with fabric

My ardor of Art and literature stems from the distant past but once in a while there comes along a special someone with fervor of a lost art. Today time is precious and short on demand and therefore little is found containing the entailed workmanship in an exquisite work of art that one would have easily found years past. With an unstable economy and people looking for ways to achieve their desires, I have found many are turning back to a simpler way of life in obtaining their heart’s desires through the basic handmade method of long ago. And just by seeing the endless array of artist’s blogs on the net, the number of website shops and sellers on Etsy, Artfire and Lollipops to name a few one knows there seems to be a trend towards retrieving that simpler way of life our ancestors enjoyed.

By chance this morning I met a lovely gal from the UK who graciously asked me to join a Flickr group in constructing pom pom balls. As always I like to look at their profile and learn a bit about them. Well I was in for a very lovely and exhilarating surprise when I started to read her blog. She happens to have a ravenous hunger for all things fabric, wool and with a touch or should I say a splash of twinkle in her completed work of art.

Elvis Robertson is truly the artist I adore and have commonality with. When I spied her perfect aqua blue quilt with the mesmerizing detailed bead work and imaginative design incorporated with past tokens of art like the dollies and mother of pearl buttons I was totally smitten. She is a dream! Only once in a while a kindred spirit comes along and creates the art I partially imagined in my dreams and oodles me with total inspiration! Thank you Elvis for such a lovely Sunday ride!
p.s. I will try to make a pom pom … I promise!

Captive in My Heart

Posted last November 11th/2007.
Created the collage and wrote the poem for this lovely romantic story during a time of darkness. Love prevails all!
I adore this so and wanted to post it again.Once again ...A Huge Thank you Norman, Lill and Tom.


In this pale moment of time
I am blinded in the deafened tunnels
Of this Great War
And have not heard from you yet!

Deadening hands…bitter cold from rain and snow
Unworkable to write down my avowals of love for you…
I feel as if I’ve reached the world’s end
Do you not care for me any more???

War desensitizes many
Yet not I … maybe a little… subconsciously!
I know I sense the loss and bear the wounds
As I watch the damp cold earth devour the young
Like it’s in the race for liberty

But only God‘s arms are ever near
And so I have the fortitude against the fear!

Ah, yes! The dreams; if not for the dreams!
My succor of my mortal being
To transport me away from this darkening hell!
My one and only solace is …

I breathe the perfume of the windblown flowers
And feel the glowing warmth of the summer sun
And think of the day I’ll be back home
Of seeing you once more!

The other night I dreamt a dream
A dream of you
I held you strongly in my arms my dearest Lill
With happy thoughts together in Windmill Hill
My mind held you darling Lill… held you captive in my heart!


Till we meet again………
Heaps of kisses for my darling Lill xxxxxx
Love Tom
p.s. Do write…

Just an illusory poem to Lill from Tom
~Annabelle