Moving Day.

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Guess what everyone? I’m moving blogs today. You see, these days I find myself much to busy to update all of my blogs – I have three you know! So I’ve decided to stop this blog.

Firstly I wanted to say thank you all for supporting me here and reading what I have to say. And secondly, I was hoping that you could continue to follow me over here at my crafty creative blog. I’ll still be writing random thoughts and silly poems, but you’ll also get to follow my creative attempts and culinary experiments. I hope that you’ll enjoy my combined blog. So pop over here to the newly renamed blog: Snip Clip Scribble Ink! The html has now changed too – so can you please re-link any links you may have to the following? www.snipclickscribbleink.blogspot.com

Thanks! And I look forward to seeing you all over at my new blog! Have a beautiful day.

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Sometimes, even when the skies are clear, I look over my shoulder for rain.  I expect it, I wait for it, I almost will it to come.  But this my dears, is no way to live:  to always be expecting the worse. To believe that when it's all going well something, somewhere, must go wrong.  Because it does.  Inevitably.  And so it did.  And so it does.  And now life must go on.

So what is the trick to seeing through each day?  What is the way in which to walk?  Do you carry an umbrella absent mindedly each day - despite the summer breeze?  No no my dears, it's heavy to carry, and clumsy in your sweaty summer hands.  

The way to do is it to simply embrace it.  So it rains - sometimes for too long and sometimes for too hard, until you're certain that it will never ever stop and things could never look as grey.  But instead of hiding and shunning from its touch; embrace it.  Dance with it.  Move within it's moisture.  

I'm not saying that you should be pleased for hurt or pain that comes your way, but know that it will surely stop - one day, one day soon, one day when you least expect it.  And while it's here feel it.  Touch it.  Smell it.  Hear it.  Because without an appreciation of what is occuring, and welling within your soul; you'll never know the real beauty of the sun and blue skies when it touches you.

But most importantly, don't become tainted.  Don't let those dark days make you dark inside.  Don't let them shut you down and hide you away.  Always wear your heart on your sleeve - proudly for all to see.  Live, love, and even take risks.  Open your eyes to the possibilities and your heart to the world.  Because other people need your love more then you will ever know.  They need to see your smile and know that you care.  

But don't be afraid to hurt too.  If you feel sad, cry.  Maybe even wallow for the tiniest second of time.  It's healthy, it's natural, it's mourning in the face of sorrow.  But always know when to lift your chin up, and know when it's time to return to the world.

Help Wanted!

Over here please, if you have the time. I need all the advice I can get!

The results.

Remember when I posted this about Caster Semenya and the questioning of her gender? Well the results are in for those who were interested: Caster Semenya is a hermaphrodite. I can't help but feel sorry for her. Life is confusing enough without being both genders at once so-to-speak.

It Must Be Love.

You know it must be love when he cleans up your cats vomit that's all over your kitchen floor, without being asked and without a gripe - at 6am in the morning.

Ants and Adventures.

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Last night I dreamt of ants. Tiny little ants. Marching in patterns and swirling around the floor of my bed. Then I looked to the wall and more ants – marching up the side of it. Like a big black stripe on my clean white paint. And then on the other side of the room more ants.

Those tiny little ants that take shelter in your house, right before the rains.

Finally I looked underneath the bed and there were hundreds more; maybe even thousands! I was just beginning to wonder whether they’d lift the bed right up and march me out my bedroom door and through the kitchen and out the door of my house…and then I woke up. So I never got to see them carry me like a discarded crumb across a picnic blanket, but it would have been fun if they had. Even if it was only in dream land.

According to dream dictionaries through the web, it means my day will be filled with pesky annoyances. Sounds like any day in the office really. I think I should have stayed asleep, dreaming of ants and adventures.

Different Light

Last night I finished reading The Time Traveler’s Wife, for the second time. It’s been about 5 years since I read it first, and I did still it love it so. I laughed, I cried, I smiled, I swooned. I dreamt of a love so great that time stood still and everything was simultaneously happening together.

However.

This time, for some reason, I could help but feel a twang of anger. For as much as I know that in this text the future is already written because it’s all happening at once, simultaneously; I still felt a pang of hurt. For Clare. For the woman who gave up her entire life. Because Henry couldn’t let her be. Why did he tell her, in the final letter, that he would return one day when was old? Why would he make her wait? Why did he let her clutch at straws and never be happy or never be complete without him; despite her willingness to be half a person?

Anyway, I still loved it and I’ll read it again in another few years with a different view point all together I’m sure. But perhaps I’m not the only person who was struck by the almost selfish behaviour of Henry? I’m not sure. And please don’t stone me to death – it is without a doubt a favourite text of mine. But isn’t it funny how sometimes we can read something at different times and perceive it in such different lights?

The World Cascades.

How deep,
How smooth,
She soothes the tide.
Silently,
Patiently,
With glossy eyes,
Emitting.
The world cascades.
She fades;
twirls,
dives,
dips,
dances.
Away.
She goes.

Kreative Blogger

Hey Everyone! Guess what? I've been nominated by the lovely Jayne over at The Little Passenger blog for a Kreative Blogger award! It's really made brightened my day today, and it helps to think that someone out there likes to read my blog. So thanks very much Jayne and to the other people out there who enjoy reading my rambles.



Now apparently with this award, there are a few things I need to do:



1. Thank the person who nominated you for this award.


2. Copy the logo and place it on your blog.


3. Link to the person who nominated you for this award.


4. Name 7 things about yourself that people might not know.


5. Nominate 7 Kreativ Bloggers.


6. Post links to the 7 blogs you nominate.


7. Leave a comment on each of the blogs letting them know they have been nominated.


So here are the 7 things about myself you may or may not know:

1. If I was born a boy I was going to be named Dean. When I came out a girl my Dad wanted to call me Dawn, and my mum wanted to name me Monique Arora. They settled on Nicole Elizabeth. I have no idea what my middle name would have been if either Dean or Dawn had eventuated though.

2. I need to eat chocolate in some form, every single day. Though if you know me in real life my chocolate addiction is pretty obvious!

3. I'm scared of spiders, sharks and windows at night time (the idea of people being able to see me while I can't see them is scary!).

4. I have two cats, one in Queensland and one in Sydney.

5. The East Coast Blues and Roots music festival is my favourite music festival. Ever.

6. When I was a kid I loved opera (specifically The Three Tenors and more specially Pavarotti) as well as The Beatles. Yep I was a bit of a nerd even back there.

7. I have no idea what I want to be when I grow up. This both irritates me and pleases me. It irritates me because I find it hard to focus on one area when I constantly float from one profession to the other mentally. It pleases me on the other hand because I have a belief that some of the most intersting people in life are those who have tried (and even failed) many things, but always followed their dreams. Secretly, deep down, if it was possible and if I was good enough - the life of an artist has always appealed most.

And now here are my seven Kreative Blogger nominations:

- Lucy of The Design Files

- Handmade Love

- Riyo from Talk To The Wind and Sun

- Pepper of Pepper Stitches (Jayne has already nominated her, but she deserves a double whammy nominaton if you ask me! That's how much I like her blog.)

- Annik of Annik Skelton, because it'll really annoy her having to write up answers to those questions.

- Joanna from A Cup of Jo

- Last but not least, Sarah Scott from Maganese Blue, because her artwork is pretty darn great.

Have a lovely night everyone, and I'll be sure to post on all my nominees blogs tonight :)

Cure Monday-itis

This morning I arrived at work, bleary eyed and confused about where on earth the weekend went so quickly. But when I got to my desk I was cheered right up! Fresh from the mailbox was a mix CD from this lovely lady, as well as a gorgeous illustrated postcard from San Fran (see pic)! Hoorah!

Thanks for curing my Monday-itis Jayne!