Tuesday, 17 July 2012

Your own Artist

Don't only practice your art,
But force your way into its secrets.
For it and knowledge
Can raise men to the divine.

-Ludwig van Beethoven

Monday, 16 July 2012

The girl with windswept hair


Here is someone whom I came across, a life that could inspire your own.
I love to unexpectedly discover lives lived that aren't initially known by everyone in the world though they have the right to be.                        

Well here is Grace Darling.       

Grace was born on the 24th November 1815 and died 20th October 1842. She was an English Victorian heroine who in 1838, along with her father, saved 13 people from the wreck of the SS Forfarshireon. She was only 22 years old when she risked her life in an open boat to help them! She rowed for over a mile through the tempest and raging waves. Her courage is now legendary. But even though she was celebrated in her time and Wordsworth even wrote a poem about her, I still don't think people today know what they as I hadn't until recently.

 Grace spent her youth living in a lighthouse where her father was the keeper. Imagine living in a place like that. So out the way, a dangerous place with an immense responsibility of keeping the lamps burning. Away from other houses, living right out on the waves in that tall building. Grace spotted the wreck from her bedroom window on that raging early morning.

'Oh! that the winds and waves could speak
Of the things which their united power called forth
From the pure depths of her humanity!
A maiden gentle, yet, at duty's call,
Firm and unflinching, as the Lighthouse reared
On the island-rock, her lonely dwelling-place;'

As many did in that time, Grace died of consumption only 26 years old. She is buried with her father and mother in a modest grave in St. Aidan's churchyard, Bamburgh where a nearby elaborate epitaph commemorates her life.

Grace Darling's life can be an unexpected jewel for you. Someone who stood above her years and risked all she had for others. Someone who stepped over the threshold of the expectations and rules of her society and achieved something great.

'Together they put forth, Father and Child!
Each grasps an oar, and struggling in they go--
Rivals in effort; and, alike intent.'

Saturday, 7 July 2012

What a watery day!

Today was an obscure day to say the least!

I woke from my deep dreaming and noticed a golden light glowing from behind the curtains, and no it wasn't the sun, it was the brown river outside my house.  
I went downstairs and realised that dad was moving furniture up the stairs. 

Sometimes it rains really hard and the river swells and we have seen it rise far, but not this far! The brown gushing water kept on rising, higher and higher. It had already filled up our front courtyard and the only thing holding it back was just a little brick wall that dad and I built to keep out water.

I woke my sister and mother and pleaded with them come and help us move as much as we could to the next floor. About an hour later, the water came over the little brick wall, let loose from its bondage. We stood over the drains trying to keep them overflowing but there was too much water, it swamped them in minutes. We realised we could do no more, at the last minute dad even tried to cement up the gaps in the door!

The scariest part was as we were waiting to see what happened, we looked to the fireplace and saw brown water trickling down the stone floor. It was such a shock to see what was dirty outside water, intruding into our home.

But I'm afraid, that was not the end, it rose so quickly and then seeped through the other doors, pushing its way in and filling the downstairs rooms! We had our own taste of what it must have been like to have been on board the Titanic, but imagine how much worse it would if you knew there was no sign of dry land around you?
We even had to climb out the window because all the doors were flooded up!

After we had done all we could we got together and prayed in my bedroom, we praised God and read from his word.
I picked up my Bible and it was open on a psalm that I had read last night and I found God's wonderful voice through the words.
 'He reached down from on high and took hold of me; he drew me out of deep waters... He brought me into a spacious place; He rescued me because he delighted in me.' - Psalm 18: 16

But the water rose higher still and came so high it was just one foot away from swamping our entire living room, but it finally stopped. Now it is about three inches lower, and praise God it is gradually going back down now we reach the end of the day! 

So many people are stopping outside our house to look at the river and take photos. But we are safe! The drama is gradually ending and it makes me so grateful to have not lost anything and more importantly, anyone. I can't even begin to imagine how those that have had torrents of merciless water destroy their homes, but my heart goes out to them.

Well here I am, rejoicing in God's goodness! As I write to you I can see out my window onto the river and it is still mighty powerful, but hopefully it will be a dry night.

Now take care out there everyone and keep safe, especially if you live in England because remember it is July, so we should expect some snow soon ;)

Monday, 2 July 2012

Your song

You stop to rest your pen and your mind flickers in the early light.
Your desk is your lap and your garden is the wind sweeping through the grass.
Your pen are the thoughts and dreams placed in your head,
A place where there is no need for recollection, all you feel you know.

You watch the morning deer bound over the hills, her certain hoof-prints, marking your life in a moment.
Your hands are the trees that hold up the birds and your feet are the pilgrim's along the dusty way.
You don't need the sun's warmth to make you content, your smile is already your zeal and all the devotion You shall ever need.

You hear the sound of a soft ticking and know it to be the beat of your heart.
Your voice is the birdsong, chorusing to awaken your soul.
The moon is your lamp and guides you to trample upon the shadows of night.
 Your life is a gift and your kindred spirit immortal, you are blessed by the one whose mighty hands creates All of this and you.

But the song, the song that you keep treasured within you is yet to be heard to any passer by.
Maybe it is the wind through the reeds along the river bank?
Or the owl hooting goodnight?
Or perhaps it is the rain upon the window, its gentle silver beads from heaven?

But only if you are patient and gentle and have a listening heart, you may just come to hear it, hear it and know.

-Joanna Grace

Happy Birthday Sunny!

Today is the day that my dear friend celebrates his 20th Birthday and begins his 21st year upon this earth!
He can now step out into a new life, a life where he can easily move away from the crowds and be happy with who he is. He has left his teenage years behind and can begin to live growing and learning, into the loving and creating adult that he has become. His thoughts and ideas, his plans and dreams are his to own. He has battled through the great struggle of 'growing up' and has found his own mind. He can stand upon his own truths and he has thrown off the childish rags that hinder and can finally be free with raging liberty in his heart.

I would like to wish you a wonderful Feliz CumpleaƱos my dear and treasured kindred spirit. 

"Kindred spirits are not so scarce as I used to think. It's splendid to find out there are so many of them in the world."- L.M Montgomery. 

Never forget that it is not going out into the world to see what it holds for you that matters, it is what you bring to the world that makes you!

Another year has gone by
And another is yet to unfold
God has purposed your every step
And what the future holds
So celebrate with joy and gladness
In all that God has done and will do
Knowing that through the future years
God's hand shall be upon you.