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#366days day 55, I have been having a go at Tunisian crochet, I quite like the way this yarn is showing up the stitches. Don't know yet what this is going to become if anything as it is just a sample trial piece to practise the stitch. #zoknitandsew #tunisiancrochet #wip #samplepiece #variegatedyarns #crochet #practisepiece https://www.instagram.com/p/B88W_C9lSLQ/?igshid=1m1fmxvx0esy

Creative release before bed. Swipe left to see the before and after, of this cute coin purse. Cut, sewn and painted by me✨ #samplepiece #practice #crafts #create #accessories #smallleathergoods #handmade #handmadeaccessories #myartwork #absractart #cincygirlstyle #makersgonnamake #leather #paint #oneofakind #hobbies #nightlife #womensfashion #wearableart #beforeandafter

I just want to be there To be with myself where The silence screams the holy hymns The swollen heart dreams  The happy dreams and fills up the inner hollow With flowers blooming in the valley below

 This is a work of fiction produced on a day of intense pressure.

By the time I was in the ninth standard, I had read a number of English poems in the standard text books and only two, Daffodils by Wordsworth and To Daffodils by Herrick, had had some kind of impact on me. But in the ninth standard, I was exposed to these three poems that have made me a thinker over the years.  The first was Lord Alfred Tennyson's 'A Farewell'. "Flow down, cold rivulet, to the sea, Thy tribute wave deliver: No more by thee my steps shall be, For ever and for ever. Flow, softly flow, by lawn and lea, A rivulet then a river: Nowhere by thee my steps shall be For ever and for ever. But here will sigh thine alder tree And here thine aspen shiver; And here by thee will hum the bee, For ever and for ever. A thousand suns will stream on thee, A thousand moons will quiver; But not by thee my steps shall be, For ever and for ever. " The poet was asking the small rivulet flowing by to carry on in its course and do its job as always. He stressed that he won't be there forever to overlook the rivulet.  It made me think more of our mortal nature and the relative immortality of the nature around us. I recall spending many nights weeping under the pillow. The second was James Shirley's 'Death The Leveller'. "THE glories of our blood and state  Are shadows, not substantial things;  There is no armour against Fate;  Death lays his icy hand on kings:  Sceptre and Crown  Must tumble down,  And in the dust be equal made  With the poor crooked scythe and spade.  Some men with swords may reap the field,  And plant fresh laurels where they kill:  But their strong nerves at last must yield;  They tame but one another still:  Early or late  They stoop to fate,  And must give up their murmuring breath  When they, pale captives, creep to death.  The garlands wither on your brow,  Then boast no more your mighty deeds!  Upon Death's purple altar now  See where the victor-victim bleeds.  Your heads must come  To the cold tomb:  Only the actions of the just  Smell sweet and blossom in their dust. " The poem spoke of death as the great leveller that treated the kings and peasants alike; a mighty force in face of which every body, weak and strong, rich and poor, stood helpless.  This was one way of looking at death and the one that had seemed to magnify the dread that death brought a hundred times. The third was John Donne's 'Deat Be Not Proud' "Death be not proud, though some have called thee Mighty and dreadfull, for, thou art not soe, For, those, whom thou think'st, thou dost overthrow, Die not, poore death, nor yet canst thou kill mee. From rest and sleepe, which but thy pictures bee, Much pleasure, then from thee, much more must flow, And soonest our best men with thee doe goe, Rest of their bones, and soules deliverie. Thou art slave to Fate, Chance, kings, and desperate men, And dost with poyson, warre, and sicknesse dwell, And poppie, or charmes can make us sleepe as well, And better then thy stroake; why swell'st thou then? One short sleepe past, wee wake eternally, And death shall be no more; death, thou shalt die." The poem, unlike the previous two, challenged death's ultimate powers. It argued that death does nothing that poppy or some other charm couldn't do and at best, death causes a sleep that only leads to an eternal awakening; and once death has had its way with all, it was death that would die the ultimate death. :)

Iranian Foreign Minister Manouchehr Mottaki was quoted as saying by Iran's official news agency IRNA. I have been under a self-imposed ban on writing, and writing blogs in particular. But quotes like the one above that, that encompass an amazing sense of observation, give great insight into the ways of the Lord, and how justice is done! Now don't you all see how wrong America, England and France were in imposing sanctions of Iran. So, to teach them a lesson, God made them fail in the World Cup. Had they been on the right side (that is on Iran's side), surely they all would have won this world cup! (By the way, din't Brazil, Germany, Spain also vote against Iran at the UN?) Now, only the nation on the right path (i.e. Iran) can win the world cup. Oh, they haven't even qualified for it? Well, it does give some insight into the ways of Lord, indeed! If only the foreign ministers of world could think before they spoke.. but then, if only horses could fly!