Friday, February 24, 2006

"The Earth From Above"

To view some truly beautiful photography, use the link and take a look at the series entitled: The Earth From Above
(Note: There are two sets for Africa)

Tuesday, February 21, 2006

M's coming home - yippeee!

Just something to move down the birthday post, whilst not having time to write a real one :-).
Thank you all so much for all your wonderful wishes yesterday, here, around the blogshere and by email, was amazed and deeply touched.
An extra special thank you goes out to Terry, Tracey, Isay and Justin.
Happy Tuesday!
Much love to all, x

Monday, February 20, 2006

Saturday, February 18, 2006

Friday, February 17, 2006


A look would pass over his face in conversation sometimes when they were out and about that she could only describe as goofy, glazed eyes and a smile that seemed almost shy, certainly tentative. It made her feel a great many things all at once, powerful and warm, slightly fearful, mostly confusingly contemplative and she would not be able to concentrate further on what was going on around her, as though someone had suddenly stuffed her ears full of cotton wool she could not quite hear what was being said. She knew, she must seem awfully strange, spaced out even and he would become extra attentive on those occasions. Even more than usual, rubbing her arms, kissing her, pulling her closer to him, but the more he would do, the further apart she would feel. Everyone was being so incredibly kind, his parents, his siblings, his friends, she could see they were doing everything possible to make her feel at home with them, but she also saw the little looks that passed between them at those times. Back home, he would ask her questions that she did not really understand where came from, but she would answer each honestly always, despite knowing from his reaction, she was not saying what he wanted to hear. After a short while, he would stop, tuck her under his chin and begin to rub her arms again. She could not help smiling at the thought, eventually she would own a wardrobe of threadbare sleeves. Without words, they would sit so for a time. In silence still, he would take care of her in the nicest way, asking nothing for himself and her heart would swell at how unbearably sweet he was.

Thursday, February 16, 2006


He could pinpoint the exact moment, he understood for the first time that he felt more for this woman than for any other he had known before. She had dozed halfway through 'Peter's Friends' and as he switched off the television at it's conclusion, she stirred in the silence and searched for him. Two words whispered and in that instant, the future had seemed to meet the past and everything came together without him having known it had been apart.
"Cover me," she had murmured, an unbridled need flowing free from the verge of slumber.
He had. Sheathing every part of her body with his own, she smiled. And he loved her.

The best of us

Wednesday, February 15, 2006


If a person kept asking the same question and they were never able to figure out the answer, did that make the question superfluous in the first place, she wondered. How simple that would be. To just let go of all responsibility, throw caution to the wind, to live simply. It appealed to her in theory, it meant being able to embrace what she wanted, but in practice, she knew it would raise a whole host of problems, she would not have the solutions for.
She had just had the strangest conversation of her life, offering no explanation, but making the request all the same, for time. A year. He had been right there with her having that very same conversation as though he understood and knew the rules, which he could not possibly for they were hers and she was making them up as she went along. She had requested a year after which time she would return to him. And he had said yes. How could he say yes? She had not expected that and she certainly did not understand it.


Just missing my girl and this picture always makes me smile.

I love you

Is that enough?
Does that cover everything?
Does it absolve me?
Does it answer your questions?
Can you understand?
It is my explanation.
It is my reason.
It is all I can do.

Monday, February 13, 2006


The feeling of warmth was almost too much to bear, the closeness. He had her trapped but not against her will. He was holding her hands, fingers threaded, his chest pressed against hers and she could feel his heart beating in time with her own. He was watching her face with an intensity that made her uncomfortable, it seemed like he was searching all through her. Their eyes were locked and she was afraid he could see too much, that he would see everything. She wanted to close them, but she didn't. She could not break away from him, from the connection between them. Their bodies were connected, their fingers, their heartbeats, their eyes, they were so close their breath was intermingling. She was being consumed, that is what it felt like to her, like she was losing herself to him, like he was taking over every part of her, inside and out. He kissed her then, and she almost breathed love into his mouth. They were too intense, the feelings swirling within her, like pain, but she loved it.

Sunday, February 12, 2006


Just a little more, she had kept telling herself, all the while making excuses, but that was what they were, she now saw. She was all about the timing. In bed and out. She loved to tease, to prolong, to provoke, all in the name of good times of course, which is why timing was as always essential. Too much and he would not react favourably, too little and it would halve the fun. Tonight she had got her comeuppance in more ways than one and whilst the first gave her shivers of a pleasurable kind, the other was far more serious. Usually she was so proficient at knowing when the moment had come, in and out before anyone got serious, before either of them had a chance of getting hurt. This time, she feared she had made an irreparable mistake. It was as though she had had no control over the situation. She had kept taking just that little bit more, and now it was too much. Sitting there in the still of the night, she confessed, what she really wanted, more than anything, was to stay. Yet she knew how impossible that would be. One day soon, she would leave, but, for now, she needed more of him. More time.

Tuesday, February 07, 2006


She had asked him for one night and he was going to give it to her, though everything within him wanted to override her request, to just hold her and to love her so hard, she would not be able to feel anything but him. Every now and then, he would hear her moving about downstairs, commonplace sounds that offered up some reprieve as she went to get a glass of water or to put some music on, but the rest of the time all he could do was wonder and he had to keep reminding himself, this was what she wanted, what she had said she needed. To be alone tonight. He just wished he understood why.

Sunday, February 05, 2006


What made it different those times, he could not say. It just was. It was a feeling, inexplicable, but as real as anything else he had known. Having been that close to someone, knowing them so completely, it was as though the slightest change within her seemed to resonate deep inside him. She wasn't there. He could feel her physical presense, but that was all. He felt fear curl in the pit of his stomach, felt it snaking up to encircle his heart. Was she okay, he queried and heard her murmured response. But he caught the glint of tears before she closed her eyes and pulled him closer. Those were the times he had known what it meant to feel alone.


An ideal setting it was not. A short hard bench, a single chair and a scratched 40x40 table. But it didn't matter. She couldn't have stopped herself, if she had tried. She knew what he needed, she needed it too. More than she would ever admit, but he seemed to know anyway. It could have been the way in which her breathing had quickened the moment she stood and began to approach him. Perhaps he could hear it. Or maybe, like his, her eyes had turned to pools of charcoal. Like him, maybe every thought she was having could be read there.

Saturday, February 04, 2006


Damn the stupid shite and his powers of pursuasion.
She wanted to kick up a fuss, to scream and shout and throw breakables against the wall and watch them disintergrate into a million seperate pieces. She wanted to run for as long and as far as she possibly could, to be so physically exhausted, not one single betraying thought would be able to enter her mind. Just to run, to push herself to the limit and beyond, to feel that delicious ache in her muscles, the maxed-out pumping of her heart banging against the wall of her chest and the salty sweat trickling down her skin and soaking through her clothes. She'd finally stop in some meadow or other, falling exhausted to her knees and roll onto her back to catch her breath. The sun would beat down upon her. Its glare jarring her eyes and they would flutter helplessly. Relieved, she imagined.
And she'd sleep. Right there for as long as she could.
Maybe tomorrow.


In the hallway they stood facing each other. It was New Year's eve and noise streamed in from every direction. In the room next door were 14 people, one of whom bared importance to the point, they may as well have been standing there between them. At any moment the door that seperated them could open with someone on route to the kitchen or the bathroom or simply to ask what had become of them. At any moment too, the front door could swing wide with yet another wellwisher. The thought registered, but it just made her all the more determined. If there was one thing she could not abide, it was being taken for granted.
It took mere seconds to strip. With each item of clothing, his eyes widened and his smile faded. He knew.
He knew what she would say before she said it.
With an unwavering tone that made him feel like he was the one standing there naked, exposed,
"Mind how you go."


It got too easy not to talk. Once it had begun, it just carried on, until it became a habit and in the end, it was just too difficult to try. Once in a while, there would be an opening, a mere hint that now would be the moment to speak up, to lay it all on the line and to hell with the consequences, but it never happened. Not once did they make use of the opportunity. They had not even tried. How sad it was, to have let it slip away unchallenged.


Still, he watched. A mere whisper of breath to search for time, to find some way to keep her with him. In silence, she ran, not a sound but the wind crouching, the most gentle shiver soft and unbearably delicate. Just a single breath, before she broke away. That one suspended moment, where everything stopped, and everything seemed subject to change, yet he could do nothing. The paths that has brought them to this place had been chosen too long ago. There was no going back. Nothing to do, except wish he had known then, what he now knew. But even if he had, it would not have made a difference. She was too passionate and his soul was too dark. He had waited.

Thursday, February 02, 2006

"You go, we go"

You Are The Lovers

You represent ideal love: innocence, trust, exhilaration and joy.
You demonstrate the harmony of opposites, two sides coming together.
At times, you also represent the struggle between what is right and what is tempting.
Control is an issue for you, especially when you don't know your reasons for choosing something.

Your fortune:

You have an important choice you need to make about love, and it will be a difficult choice to make.
You are likely struggling between the love you crave and the love that is right.
In the end, you will choose what you crave, even if it's bad for you.
Because without what you crave, you will feel empty and incomplete.

You Are a Visionary Soul

You are a curious person, always in a state of awareness.
Connected to all things spiritual, you are very connected to your soul.
You are wise and bright: able to reason and be reasonable.
Occasionally, you get quite depressed and have dark feelings.

You have great vision and can be very insightful.
In fact, you are often profound in a way that surprises yourself.
Visionary souls like you can be the best type of friend.
You are intuitive, understanding, sympathetic, and a good healer.

Souls you are most compatible with: Old Soul and Peacemaker Soul

You Are Sunshine

Soothing and calm
You are often held up by others as the ideal
But too much of you, and they'll get burned

You are best known for: your warmth

Your dominant state: connecting

Wednesday, February 01, 2006

Let them be

One just has to let people be sometimes and indulge in silent shivers. To comment upon it would be cruel and I, for one, have no intention of being cruel. And, its not like they don't know. Some even point it out themselves, though most hope nobody else will notice. It can be a little sad to watch, but one can often see how they got there. Nice too to know that they will probably let go of it at some point in the future. Especially nice it is to be around to observe the change, but either way, they almost all eventually do and in the end, that is all that really matters.

"Love, not time, heals all wounds"


What's a matta you
Hey ya gotta no respect
Whatta you think you do...

Ah Shuddupa ya face

Ah Shuddupa ya face - ooh, watch out, I am so in the mood to be saying that to a whole bunch of people who throughly deserve it!
Today looks like the ideal day.
Of course, it could just be the lack of a decents night sleep, but I highly doubt that!
Today is so not the day to cross me.
I'd have your guts for garters.


Well, darn...

...I could have conserved a whole heap of energy, if I had just read up on being born on the particular day that I was a little sooner. :-)


  • Every slight change in emotional atmosphere registers in your body and affects you at a deep level
  • Its often diffucult for you to ask or aim for anything directly - you confuse this with being selfish
  • You need to be needed
  • You're often happy to sacrifice your own needs and desires in order to provide for people you love


  • Versatile, adaptable
  • You are good at seeing a situation from every angle
  • You can make the best of whatever is to hand
  • You are too changable and can lose interest if you get bored


  • One part of you wants to go one way and another part always contradicts and tugs you towards another course of action.
  • You live in two dimensions, the inner world of ideals and the outer world of everyday life

Sex and love

  • Life IS relationship as far as you are concerned
  • If you've been hurt in the past, you can hide your longing for romance and intimacy behind a cool, detatched exterior
  • Underneath, though, you've a tender heart that's longing to open up
  • Wary of being pinned down, you can be quite elusive
  • Once you make up your mind to, you can be utterly devoted
  • Sensuality and erotic fantasies are your style
  • You're acutely sensitive to mood and atmosphere
  • You can be wildly turned on by the scents of your lover's body and the warmth of their skin next to yours
  • Surrender excites you
  • You long to lose yourself completely
  • Where there is trust, you can open fully and do just that
  • You have a great need to be understood and accepted
  • Given affection and appreciation, you blossom like a flower in spring
  • But you are deeply wounded by the slightest suggestion of rejection or critisism
  • You need space
  • Wall-to-wall intimacy can suffocate you and boredom just finishes you off
  • You can forgive and forget almost anything
  • You are rarely jealous but you do expect loyalty


  • Distress and vulnerability draw you like magnets
  • Nothing shocks or surprises you and you tend not to judge
  • You can see right past flaws and failings into essential humanness
  • You find it difficult to say no
  • Giving makes you feel good about yourself
  • You find it diffucult to get your heads around the idea that some people really are selfish, cold and hurtful
  • You're hypersensitive to the slightest impression from your emotional, physical and inner environment.
  • It can sometimes feel like you've been born with no protection at all from these bombardments
  • You pick up on everything, including other people's emotional garbage
  • You can be damaged very easily by hostile surroundings
  • You need to fuse with someone or something and lose yourself in order to feel whole
  • You are prone to addictions and taking everything to excess
  • Your real task is to be a medium for bringing heaven to earth. The challenge is to find a way of bringing the ideals of your dreams - perfect love, truth and beauty - into the world
  • Because you are tossed about on an ocean of impressions, its easy to get lost and confused
  • However, you've got an in-built source of wisdom which will guide and protect you, if you'll only use it
  • You're blessed with an incredibly sensitive intuition which constantly broadcasts warnings and promptings

Everyday life

  • Its not easy for you to explain yourself
  • How could you find the words to express all the subtleties of the constantly shifting, diffuse seas of impressions?
  • You'll say one thing today and another tomorrow and they will both be true - at the time you said them
  • You have a great level of tolerance and a lack of prejudice, but with that also wooly thinking and confusion
  • You're much better at non-verbal communication
  • You learn through soaking up atmospheres and using your imagination
  • You can have astute insights about people
  • There's a part of you that, no matter how close someone gets, you'll always keep private
  • You have an invisible label pasted to your forehead which says - come dump your stuff on me
  • At work, your natural tendency is to go with the flow and take the path of least resistance
  • Money means nothing to you, you'd probably empty your wallet for anyone in need
  • You can walk into a room and pick up on the atmosphere instantly, especially if somebody's upset or in pain
  • You feel guilty and want to take responsibility for making everything better
  • You are prone to developing physical symptoms very quickly when you've emotional problems
  • It is absolutely vital for you to spend time alone