I feel as though there is a huge Ball of something, racing down the slopes above me.
If it is snow, it might disintegrate & melt away.
If it is mud, it might swamp me, & splatter all about me...or smother me...
I think it is just a feeling that I need more hours in the days. Or more efficiency in my scattered activities, perhaps.
The feeling that, the more it rolls, the more it gathers, of "things & stuff", that I can never get to meet or greet.
I seem to feel sudden, overwhelming, realisation that I am never going to read all the books I would love. I am never going to hear all the music I would love.
I am never going to sew all the quilts I would love to make.
I am never going to travel to all the wonderful destinations I would wish to visit. Even allowing for the monetary factors, there probably wouldn't be enough years left.
I will never read all the wonderful Blogs out there, that take my breath away, with the beauty of the words, the art, the photography.
I spent a lot of time yesterday, on a Blog site I would like to share. If you are at all interested in quilting, it is Quilting Heaven! I was led there by Christine's mention. Thankyou, Christine.
Del, of Del Quilts. I spent hours enjoying her quilts. Reading her words.
Today, there is a post leading to another site, equally as fascinating. Whales. Please, go & enjoy it all.
This is the wonderful world of Blogs. One more medium to gain so much pleasure from. One more medium to gather knowledge, & hopefully, to share in the wonderful world about us.
One more reason to be grateful that I have time & ability to access the magic.
We have been discussing with friends what we would like to do, should be win large amounts of money.
Our friend says, though 'they' say money cant buy happiness he would like to give it a shot. See what type of misery it might buy.
My Beloved Brother says "Ah, but always remember, happiness cant buy money!"
My theory is to just keep on imagining what we
could will do, should we ever have access to large amounts. It is said you won't achieve anything you haven't previously imagined... is that how it goes?
I think I found this Glow Worm on another blog, & I pinched it! If it was yours, sorry, but I wanted to share it.
On the quilting front, I have almost got the binding on one of the I Spies- aka Dog's Breakfasts.
I am still dithering with the top for my Granddaughter.
I am trying vainly to catch up with correspondance I must get written. I am limping along mentally in many fields, it seems. Too many books I am reading at once. Too much music to listen to. Too many posts, written in my head. Too many words, waiting for release.
Gom had a horrible nightmare last night. He doesn't remember what it was about, but has a nebulous memory of having had the nightmare. It was a vocal nightmare, with horrible wails from Gom. From where I lay, beside him, it was a nasty nightmare to 'witness'. I attempted to wake him, but he couldn't be woken. He finally turned over, & his breathing resumed a regular rythym.
My dreams of mansions I own seem to have slowed!
Newton Faulkner, To the Light.