Friday, 27 March 2009

Too much? Liesel's Ambitions

Liesel's Ambitions

Too much energy. I sometimes feel like doing cartwheels right on street, to run just for the fun of it around the block, to go kickboxing! Just to release energy. For a twenty-five year old girl I live a very simple life and monotome life. But I want to do things! Take sewing lessons and make my very own Jane Austen dress (and wear it!, learn to run a marathon (or at least a half one to start with), go linedancing! Jazz ballet! I think I have rhytmn but the how should I know? I only dance when noone is watching. All this energy bubbled inside me must be put to a good cause. I care about animals and my heart just breaks when I see an animal in pain. I always say that's the reason why I can't work with animals, but perhaps that's the very why I should do it! To fight for your cause and to put all your energy in it saving those lives! But can I live with it? Will I still be able to sleep at night without breaking out in a sweat in middle of the night because of nightmares? I don't know. Nelson Mandela once said that a strong will can go two ways: very bad or (thank goodness) in his case to be ultimate good. You can choose where you put your energy in. I feel like I have all this energy bottled up inside me, wasting it away while I good do good things with it. But what is that good? Perhaps I'll never know, or perhaps I do but just don't take the time to sit down and reflect and see things clearly. Not an easy task for a scatty brain and someone who has great difficulty to sit still and do one thing at a time. Who knows where I'll be in another five years. Hopefully up to something good :o)

I learned that courage was not the absence of fear, but the triumph over it. The brave man is not he who does not feel afraid, but he who conquers that fear.
- Nelson Mandela


Tuesday, 17 March 2009

Shopping: Saint Patrick's Day

I love Irish Blessings. They are so cheerful and full of good homour you can't helpbut smile. Ah Ireland. You know I've never been to Ireland, that is to say not yet ;) Irish whiskey, pubs, castles and legends.. it's a fascinating country. My uncle lived in Ireland but I have never visited him there. Anyway enough chit chat :p Here are some of my favourite Irish Blessings and underneath my favourite Saint Patrick gifts. Enjoy!

May brooks and trees and singing hills
Join in the chorus too,
And every gentle wind that blows
Send happiness to you.

May God grant you many years to live,
For sure He must be knowing
The earth has angels all too few
And heaven is overflowing.

May the Irish hills caress you.
May her lakes and rivers bless you.
May the lick of the Irish enfold you.
May the blessing of Saint Patrick behold you.

Irish Toast
When we drink, we get drunk.
When we get drunk, we fall asleep.
When we fall asleep, we commit no sin.
When we commit no sin, we go to heaven.
So, let's all get drunk, and go to heaven!

Happy Saint Paddy's everyone!

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1 Irish Pirate Elf Boots by Super Fay (I absolutely LOVE these!)
2 Green Flower Cowl by PhylPhil
3 Cuddly Cat Snuggle Bed by Craft Smith
4 Clover Wall Stickers by Shannon
5 Legendary Luck - Felt Brooch Pin by A Beautimus Hodgepodge
6 Green Beer Earrings by Button Divas

Sorry I've been so quiet lately, I just didn't feel very inspired. Hope you all been well!

Love, Liesel

Monday, 2 March 2009

The Watered Lilies

Poetry Monday

The Watered Lily's

The MASTER stood in His garden,
Among the lilies fair,
Which His own right hand had planted,
And trained with tend’rest care.

He looked at their snowy blossoms,
And marked with observant eye
That the flowers were sadly drooping,
For their leaves were parched and dry.

“My lilies need to be watered,”
The Heavenly Master said;
“Wherein shall I draw it for them,
And raise each drooping head?”

Close to his feet on the pathway,
Empty, and frail, and small,
An earthen vessel was lying,
Which seemed no use at all;

But the Master saw, and raised it
From the dust in which it lay,
And smiled, as He gently whispered,
“This shall do My work today:

“It is but an earthen vessel,
But it lay so close to Me;
It is small, but it is empty—
That is all it needs to be.”

So to the fountain He took it,
And filled it full to the brim;
How glad was the earthen vessel
To be of some use to Him!
He poured forth the living water
Over His lilies fair,
Until the vessel was empty,
And again He filled it there.

He watered the drooping lilies
Until they revived again;
And the Master saw with pleasure
That His labor had not been vain.

His own hand had drawn the water
Which refreshed the thirsty flowers;
But He used the earthen vessel
To convey the living showers.

And to itself it whispered,
As He laid it aside once more,
“Still will I lie in His pathway,
Just where I did before.

“Close would I keep to the Master,
Empty would I remain,
And perhaps some day He may use me
To water His flowers again.”
- Author unknown

Sunday, 1 March 2009

Saturday Shopping: Down at the Farm

Down at the Farm
There's nothing much better then grass under your feet and the smell of the farm. Hiding out in the haybarn, watching the cats chase the chickens and mother goose happily trodding along with the cows making there way to the milk shed. Oh, the good life!

Saturday Shopping

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1 Felted Pink Pig Ornament by R. Parnell
2 Mother Goose Bookplates by Boy Girl Party
3 Mother Goose and her Goslings by Kooyman Designs
4 Farmyard Donkey by Mamma 4 Earth
5 Red Farm Tractor by Kooyman Designs
6 Bernard Bunny and Little Beau Blue by Mrs Kwitty's Cottage
7 Another Dashshund With Hat Print by Poor Dog Farm
8 Card Milkshake by A Punkin Card Company

Cherish this sunday, Liesel