Izabella's Blue

I feel like giving

I feel like giving something away..... how about some art card prints!? and some mini moo cards?! 

Leave me your name & on Sunday I'll have my lil one pick a name~ and I'll fuss up a package for the lucky winner.  xo!!

Most men lead lives of quiet desperation and go to the grave with the song still in them  ~Henry David Thoreau

The theme this week at "Artwords" is memory~ http://www.artwordsclan.blogspot.com/ 

my thoughts on memory.....I will always treasure the memories of my loved ones, they have left me with a thousand memories, I will forever hold them close to my heart ~ Izabella

UNDER THE HARVEST MOON,
When the soft silver
Drips shimmering
Over the garden nights,
Death, the gray mocker,
Comes and whispers to you
As a beautiful friend
Who remembers.

Under the summer roses
When the flagrant crimson
Lurks in the dusk
Of the wild red leaves,
Love, with little hands,
Comes and touches you
With a thousand memories,
And asks you
Beautiful, unanswerable questions.

~Carl Sandburg

And ask ye why these sad tears stream?
    Why these wan eyes are dim with weeping?
I had a dream–a lovely dream,
    Of her that in the grave is sleeping.

I saw her as ’twas yesterday,
    The bloom upon her cheek still glowing;
And round her play’d a golden ray,
    And on her brows were gay flowers blowing.

With angel-hand she swept a lyre,
    A garland red with roses bound it;
Its strings were wreath’d with lambent fire
    And amaranth was woven round it.

I saw her mid the realms of light,
    In everlasting radiance gleaming;
Co-equal with the seraphs bright,
    Mid thousand thousand angels beaming.

I strove to reach her, when, behold,
    Those fairy forms of bliss Elysian,
And all that rich scene wrapt in gold,
    Faded in air–a lovely vision!

And I awoke, but oh! to me
    That waking hour was doubly weary;
And yet I could not envy thee,
    Although so blest, and I so dreary.

~Alfred Lord Tennyson

Vanessa-Mae ~Vivaldi storm~

Thanks Nicole for sharing!! http://www.picturetrail.com/sshaythiel

I can't believe I have never heard of her, she is quite amazing!!

And did you get what you wanted from this life, even so?
I did.
And what did you want?
To call myself beloved, to feel myself beloved on this earth.

~Raymond Carver

tempestuous winds~

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      This weeks theme for Artwords is wind~

        http://www.artwordsclan.blogspot.com/

the most depressing day of the year!?

This is the last full week of January, and it is reported that today is the most depressing day in the year.

I hope you are not suffering from any of these afflictions!

~Turn to me and be gracious to me,

for I am lonely and afflicted.

The troubles of my heart have multiplied;

free me from my anguish. Psalms 25:16-17

In the dawn of my awakening, I reach for all that I shall become~

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Alone

Edgar Allan Poe

From childhood's hour I have not been As others were - I have not seen As others saw - I could not bring My passions from a common spring - From the same source I have not taken My sorrow - I could not awaken My heart to joy at the same tone - And all I lov'd - I lov'd alone - Then - in my childhood - in the dawn Of a most stormy life - was drawn From ev'ry depth of good and ill The mystery which binds me still - From the torrent, or the fountain - From the red cliff of the mountain - From the sun that 'round me roll'd In its autumn tint of gold - From the lightning in the sky As it pass'd me flying by - From the thunder, and the storm - And the cloud that took the form When the rest of Heaven was blue