SUNDAY’S PIGEONS AND BABIES

Hello again do you remember my recent post on  my  brush  with Nature. The nasty incident when a Sparrow Hawk attacked  a poor unsuspecting pigeon in our garden.  Well it was a horrendous  scene straight out of a horror  movie , blood gore and feathers everywhere!

To cut a long story short  the pigeon was saved and eventually whisked off to a Bird Sanctuary by my almost Buddhist, animal loving  husband . Yesterday  he rang  up to see how our brave pigeon  was getting on. Now I say  brave  because  lets face it, attacked  by the Sparrow Hawk, rescued  and left in a dark box  for a couple of hours, taken for a  car ride, treated  by sanctuary staff, visit to the vets . Let  us face it he deserves  to live!

Happily  the prognosis  is  good , he has been to the vets  and has a very nasty neck wound. All the blood  that I had seen covering the left side of his face  was from the neck wound  and his little face was unscathed !  He is , not surprisingly feeling very sorry  for himself  but things  are looking good for him. So it is fingers and wings crossed!  I am still rooting for the boy!

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OTHER NEWS TODAY.

They dropped by today, their cargo safe inside

Having  plenty to say and their happiness they could not hide.

Their nest almost  complete everything for baby is done.

Classes  they have attended they found them really fun.

 

Time is ticking away

Soon he will be here to stay.

Their love will be complete

When they can tickle tiny feet.

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JusJoJan : Magic in my hand.

Here it is within  my grasp

Magic here for me to clasp.

See the future amid the smoke

Each blood red petal a spell unspoke.

Unleash your mind set your spirit free

Face the music  lead the dance

Kick up  your heels and run with me

The future is not yet, the past is gone now is your chance.

Petals red and smoke grey

Follow the trail

See the magic it will light your way

Do it now, for we cannot  fail.

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Is this the end of World?

Is this the end of the world.

Is this the end of the world as we know it! I certainly hope not! I have been sorting things for a busy family Christmas and I shall be very up set if the world ends and I blow it! I am determined not to give in I want to enjoy myself is that such a sin!

It has been such a busy couple of months for which we have had to save I am determined to enjoy time with the family  not see earth meet its’ grave!

So God bless you all may we enjoy a happy tomorrow lets’ hope the Mayan calendar is wrong lets all be happy we do not need any Mayan sorrow!!

Hail the Snowdrop

The ground like iron cold, would you believe a gentle  flower could brake through and take hold. A tiny stem thinner even than a reed,  fragile white petals hiding green. The nearest thing to heaven you have ever seen.

Tended by fairies.

Gentle snowdrop the first arrival of spring it is the most most joyous sight it lifts your heart and makes you want to sing.The fairies all love this flower dear they tend it lovingly, rejoicing as spring is near.

I have checked my garden and it is doing well they have braved the cold, the rock like earth and yes they are there. How my heart swells.It really is a joy to see this delicate message of hope break free.

fairy flowers

Like fairy ball gowns they swing and sway brightening up the darkest days .Or even soldiers standing tall each to attention brave and small. I cannot believe my luck to witness them so dainty yet full of pluck.

I wish that they were always here but they only grace us at the beginning of the year.

Hail the snowdrop fair ,messenger of hope and flower exstraordinair!

 

 

 

Mary and Jo part14

Mares looking into the future

Mares was a resting, sitting in a comfy chair wondering what her life would be like when her child was here. Jo was in the garden talking with Gabriel, that amazing angel had more important news to tell.

Will her baby really be the saviour of man, will he have a strange life and die the worst of deaths known to man. All things were frightening all things seemed too much but overriding all these fear she longed for this baby and it’s touch.

Annya had just been with her and told her all was well but she needed to rest as her blood pressure was as high as hell. Annya was going out  but Irena was around again Mares counted her blessing for this little haven Jo had found.

The children had been in earlier they had been singing songs. Mares loved it when they came and made a happy throng. They had told her of the lady down the street who had been busy knitting for the babe she had yet to meet.  Mares remembered the lady she had arthritic  hands, mares had wanted to straighten her fingers and help her as the lady was so sweet.

Jo and Gabe talking

Jo and Gabe were outside talking, they had things to discuss. Gabe was telling Jo of Herod and that as soon as Mares had, had the child and was ready they should leave Bethlehem without any fuss. Gabe told Jo that Herod was a bad man without a conscience at all and that to make sure there was no king to usurp him he would slay all children under one ,yes he would slay them all.

Then he had some good news about three good and wise men who would visit them soon. They had bought some strange gifts for the baby and they would have news of Herod too. They were clever  men and he would like them all three. OH! Yes there would be shepherds they were coming from the pastures above the town they also wanted the baby to see. They were also bringing a gift of some of their sheep .  “Sheep !” said Jo, “Sheep , do you mean live ones we can keep?? ”

Gabe looked at Jo, at the behind his eyes and he said “come on Jo don’t panic now I know it all sounds bad. But you will find along the way that good times are to be had” Jo really was not sure it all seem far too big “come on ” smiled Gabe  you are going to sail this gig.

Life to Match

Life is like a match. It bursts into being, full of promise and light. It grows then. At it fullest and brightest it slows, dies returning us to the dark..

Birth is painful birth is bloody it is spectacular, it is after conception, the start for everybody.Pushed from the darkness into the light screaming and kicking you get handled by gloved hands under bright light.

Then like the flame as it takes hold the young brain sucks in knowledge  like the match needs oxygen as much as it can hold.

You see the blue and yellow of the flame grow in strength as it follows its aim. As we grow, we learn and we store the lesson that will form us more and more. Reaching out to light the world  doing all you can to live the life you know is right.

Like the match we reach our zenith gold and blue with smoky edges but only for a seconds does that last. How soon our very best is past. Try as we may to keep the light we like the match are loosing it fast. So tailing down to nought but heat like the match we are thrown on the scrap heap. At best we end up all alone or, I shudder at the choice , in an old people’s home.

dicarded and forgotten

Sad as I am to be alone, don’t throw me in an old peoples home. I once had so much to share . I am still in here please have a care.

You one day will be just as me so don’t turn away, just harken to me.

When past meets the future

Ever since my mother handed  me, what we laughingly called the family jewels, I have been obsessed with its history what went before. Was it a history of wise men or of fools. As soon as it was placed into my hand I became its keeper and I felt my life and its history became laced entwined the same.

I sit here at my computer working late I lean back to ease my spine. Suddenly I see a flash of a woman working at her embroidery her stance the same as mine. I am intrigued, in truth I need to know who is                     this woman and why does she haunt me so.

My friends are all complaining , they ring me all the time. Urging me to join them they do not understand. My time just now is not mine. I have to find her, I have to know, her life is linked with mine the family tree tells me so. Hours I have spent researching the 16th century and it has paid off as there is so much of our family to see.

Carmel, she even had my name and her husband was a mighty lord, a knight of some renown. He was a fair man and ruled with kindness his domain. I found a painting of them upon the ramparts high.He was handing her a necklace which looks like mine. A  fact you can’t deny. A look of joy  between them as they are set against the evening sky.

Okay, I give in, I really need some sleep the information will still be here tomorrow my search for knowledge will keep. Turning off the computer the painting the last thing I see I slink off to bed closing  the study door quietly.

Gently now don’t wake him he too has had a long day, and he will only chide me for staying up so late, he cares in his own way.I was so tired and quickly I slipped into the sleep of the just or was it the dead the thoughts of Carmel Athloe gentle floating about my head.

The sun was out as we arose, such a beautiful day, lets visit the Athloe castle,your namesake lets go, Mike said, lets go today. I was in the shower and could not believe my ears , he always teased me about that fact my family own the  the ruin but had not lived there in two hundred years.

A quick call round to friends and a picnic soon prepared. It felt good to be going there a chance to clear the air. The food the wine the company the sun and sea too was glorious and our friends all said  how lucky we were to own this spot I replied  that, that, was true.

As evening arrived I went up upon the ramparts high there I stood my back to the sea as I gazed towards the sky. Breeze came up , my hair began to fly then as I looked down about to jump from my place on the rampart I could not believe my eyes. For standing right in front of me was Carmel from the painting. The golden glow of evening seemed to slip away all was odd and all was changed every thing had gone grey.

We stood so close, we were so alike she gently touched my face and ask from whence I came we both told each other things that we could not explain. This gentle Carmel was besotted by me and my necklace too, it seemed irrelevant but I seemed to feel that very soon she would have one too. She was so gentle and and delicate in every way, then I remembered reading that she would soon have a child ,before I turned and left her I told her so and she smiled.

I hear Mike and the others calling, Carmel was smiling at me her husband drawing near I felt something inside me move, my heart beat moved up a gear.

All of a sudden I awoke to see Mike standing over me his eyes were full of fear. Oh! my God you frightened us why did you disappear we looked for you everywhere  and then we find you fainted here.

Again next morning I was up and out early I had a mission in mind I headed towards the chemist the answer to a little test I had to find. I guess I have the answer but I needed to see it and know that it was true. I think Carmel and I had something more in common, true…………….

When Future meets the past

The light was fading , my lord and I could no be sure but for an instant I saw a vision of a woman here on the ramparts her back to the shore. The skies were alive with evening colours gold, red and pink when suddenly all was grey and she was there I did not know what to think .

She was beautiful my lord the strangest sight I have ever seen. She wore the shortest gown, her hair jet black  and she had eyes of green. Her lips were blood red and she had colours about her eyes. Her cheeks sparkled with a glitter as she looked up to the skies.

Long , long shapely legs she had my lord , they were bare and golden. Her tunic, page like, fell off of her  shoulder I have never seen the like. Of a sudden she brought her gaze to me her eyes glared her nostrils flared as if she had had a fright. I did not know what to do, stand still or take flight.

Rooted to the spot we stood, my lord. Neither of us knowing what to do. At length she stepped down off of the rampart and crossed the space between us I could not move I had no strength. Our eyes met, we were of the same hight , are you real she asked of me, I am I said, flesh and blood but what of thee.

She touched my face and my black hair,my lord. We both laughed a nervous laugh, “why” she said “you are really here! ” I was rooted to the spot marvelling at the fact that we could be sisters our hair, our eyes, even our voices were the same. “Tell me,” I asked this strange woman “what is your name.” Carmel she told me I could not speak I needed to laugh again for as you know that is my given name.

“Where are my friends” she asked, my lord. I said I did not know. She seem agitated by my maids approach and said she needed to go. Please stay awhile I beseeched for I was spell bound and did not want to let her go. Where on earth am I she kept asking and spinning round and round. “Carmel” I said and steadied her gently with my hand “I need to asked you one thing more “, she stopped and smiled and looked at me whispered, anything.

I had to ask her, my lord because I just had to know. If she was married lady what was her maiden name , she told me she was single, what that is I do not know but the strangest thing is her name was just as ours.  Her name was Carmel Athloe. All of a sudden she asked me the year. 1511 I told her she asked me twice again she just saying “No way ” again and again.

I saw it , my lord, just before she left. Around her neck  in gold and emerald  necklace. I put my hand up to my neck my a necklace the like of such I would love to wear.We both uttered the same question as  we looked so alike and then of course we both shared our  name. She called that “a double strike.” I understood her not yet again.

Just as you came into view, my lord she was telling me she was from 2011 the good God knows what that is. Do you think sir she could of come from heaven. Then all at once she heard her friends call, you know I heard them too. In one swift move she was back upon the wall she waved to me and said I would be with child soon she also said my lord you would be over the moon??

She seemed to know, my lord, what I have not yet told even you. I am with child my lord I am I am it’s true. I am sure I knew her we both had the same name she knew about my our child my lord.

What news what news my lady dear I think you need to rest , I think your meeting a secret we shall keep, I think it for the best. How wonderful our child now you carry. Come with me  I have a gift for you I hope you will always wear. A golden chain with emerald ……….

the necklace

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