Saturday, 23 June 2012

Let your dream begin to breathe

There is a song within each of you. There is a cry of hope embedded in your soul. There is a life of exuberance waiting for you. Today you may find your castle of dreams. Today you can step out into the wonders of your earth.

Don't let the feeling of fear stop you, feel it if you must but then do it anyway! Don't add to the negativity in life there is far too much of it already. I believe in you and more importantly God does.

So today run out over the hills, feel the breeze upon your naked cheeks, eat from the apples of the orchid and live. Know that nothing can stop you, that time will dance with you under you light foot. You are the author of your days, so live them with your heart bursting with joy and abounding with the greatest love.  

Remember that anything is possible with God.

And never forget to dream because those dreams will become your destiny!

Now listen and rest awhile in this music. It will feed your soul if you allow it to. And you can soar over your castle and know you are alive.

The Dawn

I waited all night for the dawn.

The bleakness grew heavy and the darkness rolled around me like fog.
I shivered in my blanket and tried to find the stars, a string of stars that always told me where I could be found.
But they weren't there.

I studied the silent clouds over the rounded moon, their distorting shapes crept under the heavens.
I grew afraid and cried out to the imaginary morn in my thoughts, 'Please come, I cannot bear this deadness any longer!'

There was a sudden rush of wind. I caught hold of the edge of it and cried again, 'Where is the sun to be found?'
The wind replied with a hasty departure, 'It isn't dawn yet.'

I walked through the fields and kept beside the hedgerow. 
I passed silent cows with their silent stares, and their horns were shining in the blackness.
I moved on again and sung as sweetly as I could to try and awaken the birds.

Finally a small blackbird swung her tail on a branch in the hedge, and followed me.
There was a distant hum in the air and the breeze stuck to my hair.
I listened again and heard a sharp cry, the gulls had awakened and the humming had turned to a roar.

I ran on to the edge of the cliff and saw the toppling waves rush one after the other, in a glassy green break. 
Then from the horizon I saw the first light of the dawn.

The birds were alive in a moment, they sung in celestial chorus and fluttered over my head, awakening the world to the melody of the soft rise of the morning sun. 

And he came and lifted me in his full height of gold.
And he  filled me with colours and crystal-beads glinted from my hair.
I let the dawning rays glitter upon my body, like a dress of heavenly robes. 
I wore the morning's rays as a garland about my head and danced in the glow of his life. 
And my whispers echoed off the cliffs and swept down over the waves into the sun. 

'I knew you would come' I whispered to the sun. . 
'The wind couldn't help me and the stars had disappeared, but my faith remained.
And I knew you would keep to your promise and you have, you lighten my life.'
 'I thank you.'  

And then the sun wrapped his ribbons of courage around me and I danced with him into the new heaven where time and night were of no more significance.  

- Joanna Grace

Friday, 15 June 2012

A Delicate Soul

"His heart was like a sensitive plant, that opens for a moment in the sunshine, but curls up and shrinks into itself at the slightest touch of the finger, or the lightest breath of wind."
                                                    -Anne Bronte

The Strength of Love?

The strength of love is a strange and marvellous thing.
It tells us how far it can be and never stops stretching further.
It may also tell us things that we would rather not wish to find out or ever know.
It can awaken us from childish dreams and bring us into the cruelties of adult life, evolved around the game of relationships.
Please tell me it is more than a game?

The strength of love?
I see those around me and I know how we long to throw off every hindrance that is holding us back from loving.
People in a crowded room. And there, two hearts within two chests secretly long with all the power they posses, to meet. A man and a woman. Each glance at the other and speak of a thousand feelings with just one look.
But there is always something that stops them; Responsibilities, Society, Culture, Rules, Right and Wrong. The night ends, they smile and then wave goodbye and the days rolls on again.

How complex beings we are!
To love and hate in the same breath, to feel and hurt, to cry and laugh, to connect and distance, to rejoin and separate.
Would you ask now to know what the other is thinking?
I fear your innocence would be lost forever. But actions speak of a million words.
How can one touch of the hand or one smile from the lips say 'I adore you?'
What makes the other respond with the certainty of that?
There needs to be a connection to understand, a joining of minds, two souls reaching out to find the other.

How I wish childish love didn't exist, how I wish broken marriages could never occur, how I wish minds couldn't change, how I wish love could never dry out, how I wish spirits could never give up. And how I wish for humans to never hurt.

But we learn and we hurt. And we love and we grow. And we live and we know.

And from all of it, I know I will chose to keep loving and keep growing and keep learning and keep knowing and keep living and I shall hurt- just because love loves to love.

And, I do, and I will, Love.  

Saturday, 2 June 2012

The Queen's Diamond Jubilee

Picture of a young Queen Elizabeth II

The Queen. Queen Elizabeth II.
 What a wonderful woman, eighty-six years old and governs Great Britain as well as being the head of state to fifteen other commonwealth realms!

This weekend we celebrate her wondrous sixty-year reign. In three years time she will be drawing with Queen Victoria's reign, who was the longest reigning monarch yet. I know Elizabeth will get there, I believe she will continue until she is one hundred years old.
The day she became queen was when she was a mere twenty-five years old. I cannot imagine how she must have felt when her father (George VI) died very suddenly and she was rushed back to Britain from a tour. This time she was entering her country as Queen, can you imagine?
Isn't it amazing to think that through her blood stretches down to the lineage of Henry the VIII and Elizabeth I?!!

Every village and town though out Britain at this time, is celebrating our sovereign's reign. In each village that I have visited, bunting hangs from the rooftops and flags are placed along the tops of the shops and houses. It is a time for celebration. Today my family and I are going to see jousting (a great medieval war method on horses using long poles). Some people are having street parties, when all the town bring out tables and they join together to form one massive feast, sharing with neighbours and friends. It brings to mind celebrations that took place after the WWII had ended, when all got together and were proud to be British.
On Monday, we are going to light a beacon at the top of the common, other villages near by will light their own beacons and the fiery lights will be seen through the valley. These beacons were first built many centuries ago and were lit in the dead of night to warn the country of invasion!
I am so proud of our history and how great our country has been, by the grace of God, what we have achieved through-out the world. It is God's divine blessing upon this country, it perhaps is not quite as it was, but the wonder will live on I hope, and the history will survive the ages.

But this is a special time. A time that will never come again. And no matter where I go in the world, where I end up living, I shall never forget my roots that are deeply grounded in this country and joined by the blood of my ancestors.

On this day and many more to come, I shall be proud to be called British- A child of the Queen's homeland.

                                                       God save our gracious Queen!
Long live our noble Queen!
God save the Queen!
Send her victorious,
Happy and glorious,
Long to reign over us,
God save the Queen.

Thy choicest gifts in store
On her be pleased to pour,
Long may she reign.
May she defend our laws,
And give us ever cause,
To sing with heart and voice,
God save the Queen.

Not in this land alone,
But be God's mercies known,
From shore to shore!
Lord make the nations see,
That men should brothers be,
And form one family,
The wide world over

From every latent foe,
From the assassins blow,
God save the Queen!
O'er her thine arm extend,
For Britain's sake defend,
Our mother, prince, and friend,
God save the Queen!

-Our National Anthem first performed in 1745.