A poem

I write the kind of poetry I love to read. Yummy and morbid...


The sword strikes high, it severs low
Blood gushing from a bitter blow
The sword is life, the victim me
A wounded fool for all to see.

Janet Dick

They arrived!

I'd actually given these up as lost in the mail, but they arrived today. I think I actually mentioned these in my prayers... either yesterday or the day before, but can't quite remember. Should really write my prayers down.. but anywho... HERE THEY ARE!

Will have to get on to sewing the labels into the clutches I have crocheted. Better late than never. :)

oh yeah, the link for these labels is

http://www.etsy.com/shop/greenbeansnstrings

she made them to special measurements just for me.

who are we and why do we blog?

I have to wonder. If the people who know me read my blog, would they be surprised? And the people who read my blog, (long list that it is), met me, would THEY be suprised?
It's funny how life on the other side of the world can seem so attractive, through a series of beautiful photographs. I let myself get into fantasy land last year. I followed a few blogs religiously including the blog of a girl who makes leather bags for a living. What a dream life! I thought to myself. The beautifully lit pictures with uniform white backgrounds confirmed it.
Then, earlier this year she added a post. In it she revealed that she had a rare eye condition. So rare you had more chances of winning lotto than contraction this desease. And so serious she has the risk of going blind.
Wow! What was I thinking? Of course life over the other side of the world is no different there than here. (Having never travelled I guess I'm a bit ignorant). "In this life you will have trouble" states Jesus.
I guess it was pretty dumb. Like believing the carefully presented pictures in the glossy magazines or getting engrossed in a soap opera. Maybe because she was real and I couldn't hear the accent? Who knows?
Anyway. I have no clever statement to end with. I will end with the words of Jesus.
"... but take courage! I have defeated the world!"

War and Peace

I am currently reading Leo Tolstoy's War and Peace and boy, for a famous book it sure is boring! It seems to be nothing but conversations during war time. I think it was sposed to be a new way of writing, about the phsycology of people. Is that why its famous? Cause there doesn't seem to be much else going for it.
As I read it, one of my Dad's favourite quotations goes through my head along the l ines of "... the famous Russian novel where nothing happens until page 635 when the main character dies."
Well this is 1315 pages long. I am currently up to pg 136.
So why, I ask myself, am I reading War and Peace? Well, the honest answer has to be...
so I can say I've read War and Peace!

Crochet jumper

I finished Catherines crochet jumper. It's a smaller version of the one I made myself. As you can see the arms are a bit long and wide, but I'm hoping it will last her a year or two and that she will grow into it.

Why winge?

It's funny how my header says "Precious, Pecular , , Purposeful". I've been meaning to change it something else. Most appropriate would be winge, wine and complain.... but I'm not brave enough. Maybe I'll just try and live up to my grand aspirations and come up with something really.... inspirational! yeah!
ok. I'm dreaming. I just want to say... the reason I tend to complain knowing there are people worse off than me is this: i believe that God doesn't compair me with others! I'm unique. Placed in a unique situation in a unique time and space. For a unique purpose! Yup. I've finally come to believe that as a truth. I know. Still doesn't really justify complaining though. Some things should be left between me and God... but you know.. the computer is right there... it beckons my name... "come on Janet... just one little winge... you're not hurting anyone..." But I know. Apart from being a poisoness past time it makes me look dumb. Something I'll have to work on this year ....

takin it easy

Word for today was about resting. It

made the point... if youre always tired, maybe your doing more than what God has actually called you to do. Good point! so I 'm takin it easy today...

PS. here are a few designs I am submitting to a client that may or may not end up on some cups or mugs. I am awaiting feedback to see if I'm heading in the right direction.

I love song lyrics... 2

Verse 1:

He is jealous for me,

Loves like a hurricane,

I am a tree,

Bending beneath the weight of his wind and mercy.

When all of a sudden,

I am unaware of these afflictions eclipsed by glory,

And I realise just how beautiful You are,

And how great Your affections are for me.

1:Yeah, He loves us,

Whoa! how He loves us,Whoa!

how He loves us,Whoa! how He loves.

Yeah, He loves us,Whoa! how He loves us,

Whoa! how He loves us,Whoa! how He loves.

Verse 2:

We are His portion and He is our prize,

Drawn to redemption by the grace in His eyes,

If grace is an ocean,

we’re all sinking.

So Heaven meets earth like a sloppy wet kiss,

And my heart turns violently inside of my chest,

I don’t have time to maintain these regrets,

When I think about, the way…

Chorus

.Verse 3:

Well, I thought about You the day Stephen died,

And You met me between my breaking.

I know that I still love You,

God, despite the agony.

...They want to tell me You're cruel,

But if Stephen could sing,

he'd say it's not true, cause...

Chorus 3:Cause He loves us,...

is it only me?

Last year I saw a psychologist who told me one of my tendencies was black and white thinking. I can see it playing out the last couple of weeks. In the last fortnight I have been at the point of moving out completely. "This is too hard... things will NEVER get better" I think to myself. Calling my keyworker to come and look after me... "I'm giving up on life!" The only thing stopping me from doing something dumb is the timely "keep at it" messages I keep getting from God through word for today, or a radio message.
With my new envolvement with humanity, taking Catherine to school each day I felt at times I was holding on by a thread, and that thread was prayer. At one time I locked myself in my room, set my alarm and stared into that big black universe quoting scripture to hold me together. By Monday I was exhausted and slept all day. And what do you know? I was fine. I only needed a real good sleep and an "atta girl" from the Lord in the form of a scripture given to me which had just come to mind half an hour earlier. And so, all of a sudden, the world looks rosier and God is with me still, good times and bad.
I find life quite hard... for no apparent reason! I'm not the only one am I??

Well, here I am, locked in my room trying to find a bit of solitutude. Since Catherine's been at school I've been too worn out to do any of my normal activities. Apart from early rising, 5 mins in the morning and 5 minutes at 3 effects me enough, and I think about something someone said to me awhile ago... "I tell people about the things you do... the things you think are normal"! I do feel abnormal around people. Not myself. But I'm hoping once I get into the swing of the school-routine I'll get back to my activities during the day and not feel like such a freak when I'm emersed in the school environment. I'm a weirdo I know. Who cares?? no one but me probably.

Ps. Here's a picture of what happens when your aging mother puts her aluminium meal in the microwave.

I love song lyrics...

"Bungle In The Jungle

"Walking through forests of palm tree apartments
scoff at the monkeys who live in their dark tents
down by the waterhole drunk every Friday
eating their nuts
saving their raisins for Sunday.

Lions and tigers who wait in the shadows
they're fast but they're lazy, and sleep in green meadows.

Let's bungle in the jungle
well, that's all right by me.
I'm a tiger when I want love,
but I'm a snake if we disagree.

Just say a word and the boys will be right there
:with claws at your back to send a chill through the night air.
Is it so frightening to have me at your shoulder?
Thunder and lightning couldn't be bolder.
I'll write on your tombstone, ``I thank you for dinner.
''This game that we animals play is a winner.

Let's bungle in the jungle
well, that's all right by me.
I'm a tiger when I want love,
but I'm a snake if we disagree.

The rivers are full of crocodile nasties and
He who made kittens put snakes in the grass.
He's a lover of life but a player of pawns
yes, the King on His sunset lies waiting for dawn
to light up His Jungle as play is resumed.
The monkeys seem willing to strike up the tune.

Quilt

Well, here's what I'm up to with Catherines quilt. Five years to get started and it only took 4 evenings to get it this far... should've started sooner! Anywho... colours aren't much, but hopefully with added details and a pretty border it will look ok.

School!

Well, we woke up bright and early this morning... it was Catherines first day of school! We took photos, but she's watched too many episodes of Americas next top model I think... she can't take a photo without putting on some strange pose! Well, she's there right now... we are 3 houses from the school and I can hear the bell ring and the kids playing, just like I did at the same school. Not only that but she's in the same class room I was in as a five year old (when I wet my pants on my first day... but lets not go there). I hope shes ok... but Im sure shell be fine. I'm not doing much today. This is a bit of an event and I'm enjoying it.

(PS. and the random picture is a drawing I did yesterday. I will probably be setting up an 'event' on the CCF website soon, selling art for charity fingers crossed)