Such a lovely comment posted to my blog from Scrapdolly – to be a highlight of someone’s day is truly the greatest complement I have ever received on my scribbles and today I am walking on air! To think that my jottings have given such pleasure is the most enormous boost to my confidence, particularly as Scrapdolly herself is such a talented lady. Her pages inspire me as she has such lovely designs, I love the classes she posted to UKS and I know I am not alone admiring her work, as she is on Design Teams all over the scrapping world. I only write the descriptions of how I see it, and I see beauty wherever I look, (though will admit to probably seeing everything through rose coloured spectacles) and still cannot quite believe my good fortune in now living on such a beautiful island – even after 6 years here. I would use a canvas, paint and brush if I could – but I am useless at art! So thank you Karen – and also to Jamie for her so kind words about my letter.
A cold night last night, and Jack Frost was out with his paintbrush in earnest as all the fields are coated with hoar frost and the sheep are all sitting down, huddled together for warmth. They look like fat, round, cotton wool balls, just the way children draw them. Gansey Bay is a still glass lake this morning – the sea looks like a sheet of hammered silver or art glass it is so motionless, and the thin fingers of sunlight on the horizon do nothing to lessen this impression, whilst the heron is here today, standing stiffly like a solitary guardsman on a large boulder on the shore. Only a fleeting glimpse of this beauty as we drive past – but such a joy it is to me.
On the other side of the road the hills are still in shadow, outlined against the sky like cardboard cutouts. Here what colours are visible are all muted purple and grey, even the bracken and grass have lost their bright hues, and only the cairn on top of Cronk-ny-Eary-Laa is edged in light, like small coronet on its head. The hills sit here brooding, waiting for the day to lift them into the light and bring life back to the fields. To steal an idea from the Aborigine -this is my Dreamtime, I find my island home so beautiful I have to write about how I see it.
I know I probably look at my world through Rose Coloured Spectacles, my glass is always half FULL and I am the eternal optimist – but so what – my life is what I make it. And I love beauty I firmly believe that it is in” the eye of the beholder” – and I make conscious efforts every day to make my life beautiful, to be pleasant to all I meet, to listen, to smile, be helpful and kind, and try to be happy. I don’t always succeed, I am only human after all – but at least I try. A favourite saying of mine sums it up for me – If you see someone without a SMILE – give him one of yours! I have found that this simple movement of my face makes such a difference to how people respond to me. No matter what I do!
Only a very quick look in tonight as am off out shortly. Have a great evening.
2 comments:
you should consider writing for your tourism department....i want to come visit:) xo j
Gansey Bay is a still glass lake this morning – the sea looks like a sheet of hammered silver or art glass it is so motionless, and the thin fingers of sunlight on the horizon do nothing to lessen this impression, whilst the heron is here today, standing stiffly like a solitary guardsman on a large boulder on the shore. Only a fleeting glimpse of this beauty as we drive past – but such a joy it is to me.
SEE - THAT is why I love reading your blog. so uplifting again and so perfectly put. I struggle with being an optimist but reading your blog sure helps get my day off to a good start
(And thank you for your very kind words x)
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