Go with the flow..

Somethings lost and somethings gained....in living every day..

Well the 'loss' can make you feel very vulnerable..I am off for a few days to strengthen my 'force field'...Have a marvelous week...I will be back soon...

May the force be with you..

Watch..

“Some people make things happen, some watch things happen, while others wonder what has happened...

IIIIIts Monday..

.......WAKEY WAKEY....

Walk..

Walks. The body advances, while the mind flutters around it like a bird

I am off fluttering today....
painting..A summer stroll-Albert Lynch.

Blessed

“How blessings brighten as they take their flight.”

Thank you for letting your little lights shine...I am truly blessed with your friendship..Have a lovely weekend
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Waiting ....

The best thing one can do when it's raining is to let it rain.”

Painting Summer Shower-James Hayllar

Journey on...

There should be no despair for you
While nightly stars are burning;
While evening pours its silent dew,
And sunshine gilds the morning.
There should be no despair--though tears
May flow down like a river:
Are not the best beloved of years
Around your heart for ever?

They weep, you weep, it must be so;
Winds sigh as you are sighing,
And winter sheds its grief in snow
Where Autumn's leaves are lying:
Yet, these revive, and from their fate
Your fate cannot be parted:
Then, journey on, if not elate,
Still, NEVER broken-hearted!

For a friend...

IIIts a sad Sunday

Yesterday is but a dream, tomorrow but a vision. But today well lived makes every yesterday a dream of happiness, and every tomorrow a vision of hope..

I will be back in a couple of days..we lost a very dear friend....don't forget to celebrate life...its always to short..

Never ever...

“Imagination grows by exercise, and contrary to common belief, is more powerful in the mature than in the young.”
William Somerset Maugham


drawing..The land of Never Grow Old-Helen Jacobs.

Things that go bump in the night...

Things that go bump in the night
Meaning

Frightening but imagined supernatural events.
Origin
The earliest known example of the phrase in print is in the 1918 in the Bulletin of the School Oriental and African Studies:

"To a people ... who ... believe in genii, ghosts, goblins, and those terrific things that 'go bump in the night', protective charms are eagerly sought for."

That usage suggests that the author expected his readers to be familiar with the phrase. Around the same time the phrase was incorporated into a prayer:

From goulies and ghosties and long-leggedy beasties
And things that go bump in the night
Good Lord, deliver us!

This was recorded in The Cornish and West Country Litany, 1926, but its quite likely to be much earlier.

Painting The Night Alarm-Charles West Cope
On the playlist..Stravinsky..Firebird

The Weather

“Sometimes I wish that I was the weather, you'd bring me up in conversation forever. And when it rained, I'd be the talk of the day.”

Well...look at that...Summer made his way back to my garden...there is always sunshine after rain..

Painting-Childe Hassam.

I know a place..

There is a castle on a cloud,
I like to go there in my sleep


Painting-Clouds-Monet.
On the playlist-Castle in the clouds-Les Miserables.

iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiits Monday

I love and enjoy your little visits so much..thank you....At the Hilltop the sun is shining...there is always sun after rain,and we had a lot of rain last week!!!A lovely sunny week lies ahead...I wish you...happy days!

Forget Me Not....

These images are drawings from the project I am working on at the moment...The drawings came first..the story came after...the other way around you may say..Well, the story was already in my head for a long time...there was just one obstacle..I couldn't find a name for the main character.....

Its the story of a little girl who makes a walk with her grandmother in the Forget Me Not Forest...Its a story about love and remembrance.
Is also a story about Alzheimer...and the feeling of being lost..

When grandmother wanders through the forest and isn't able to find her way home there is her granddaughter to help her.
Together they have a wonderful day and the little girl realizes that you can lose a lot of things in life but that she shall never be without her grandmother...she only has to look in the mirror..

But still...this little girls name....????????
You can click the images to enlarge...all rights reserved by THE DUTCHESS

DARING

Is this something you would dare to do...It looks kind of lovely(when nobody is around)but I would never do this because I am afraid of BUGS...more so now I got stung by a wasp this week..under my right eye..not only ones but twice...
Don't get me wrong ..I love all creatures great and small..but please little bugs...don't bug me..

Painting- Carl Larsson.
On the playlist- BUGS-Bobby Gentry

A Boy

There was a boy
A very strange enchanted boy
They say he wandered very far, very far
Over land and sea
A little shy
And sad of eye
But very wise
Was he

And then one day
A magic day he passed my way
And while we spoke of many things, fools and kings
This he said to me
"The greatest thing
You'll ever learn
Is just to love
And be loved
In return"

I love this song....Have a wonderful weekend..................
On the Playlist..Nathalie Cole-Nature Boy.

Any Road..

If you don't know where you are going, any road will get you there.”
Lewis Carroll

Reminds me of a movie....can you guess which one...

Painting-The Morning Ride-Heywood Hardy.
On the playlist..Puccini.

Smile..

Don't you be sad now...
We are going to do it together...

Corridors..

One need not be a chamber to be haunted,
One need not be a house;
The brain has corridors surpassing
Material place...

Emily

Do you know the feeling..you know that you are alone in the room...but there is also the feeling someone or something can leap out from behind the curtains...

IIIIIIts Monday..

And now....lets get started...

Lazy river...

That it will never come again
Is what makes life so sweet.
~Emily Dickinson

The Tenants..

The photo is of North Lees Hall, in the Peak National Park. The building's most celebrated tenants were the Eyre family, who occupied the hall between 1750 and 1882It was Charlotte Bronte who, after a visit to North Lees Hall in 1845, brought the Eyre family name to public notice with the publication of her novel Jane Eyre.

'North Lees was built by Robert Eyre, who it is said had eleven sons, for each of whom he built a house, he himself residing at the Highlows (Highlow Hall, on the further side of Hathersage)...From this house Mr. Eyre could see all the residences of his eleven sons and tradition says that on certain signals from the flag staff being given he could command the attendance of any or all of his sons as he required them.'
When Charlotte visited the Eyre family at North Lees, the gothic atmosphere of the hall obviously fired her imagination. She took the name "Eyre" for her wilful heroine and described the hall in detail as "Thornfield", the home of her temperamental hero, Mr Rochester.


- " She led the way upstairs. The steps and banisters were of oak; the staircase window was high and latticed; both it and the long gallery into which the bedroom doors opened looked as if they belonged to a church rather than a house. A very chill and vault-like air pervaded the stairs and gallery, suggesting cheerless ideas of space and solitude; and I was glad, when finally ushered into my chamber, to find it of small dimensions, and furnished in ordinary, modern style."

From another point of view..

This is the work of Mantegna....an Italian painter(1431-1506)
In one famous work, called the Camera degli Sposi (wedding chamber), he painted the walls and ceiling of a small interior room, transforming it into an open-air pavilion. On the ceiling a painted dome opens onto a painted sky, with painted men and women looking down from above....


"Seeing things through a different set of eyes changes the whole picture...

On the playlist...Giovanni Gabrieli.

They might...

They might not need me; but they might. I'll let my head be just in sight; a smile as small as mine might be precisely their necessity." -


-- Emily Dickinson

Painting-Sophie Gengembre Anderson-'Peek a Boo'.