catch the wind

The twilight thoughts of these past days have blown away with the wind, in search of answers. There will be more thoughts to follow in a few days.

Dream power

My twilight hour reflects the power of dreams, I am one person who dreams intensly and usually, not always.. remember every specific detail on waking. If I dont record those details in the first hour of waking they start to fade. I´ve used my dreams for all different kinds of creative projects, but yesterday I had the most vivid dream that ran like a short film, it vaguely touched on things tucked away in my subconscious, but was far more creativeand visual. It haunted me all day until finally I sat down at my lap top and recorded it, it flowed like a short story without ceasing.

It amazed me that dreams can be so inspirational or maybe the story of someone passed on? Where perception and the unconscious mind is concerned no one knows.???

Royal Mail Correos Aussie Post

I,m sitting here in my twilight hour wondering why people don´t write letters anymore.So personal, caring and romantic...such wonderful choices of paper and sweet smelling envelopes. What a pleasure they were to behold lying on the mat in the morning.

But I have finally discovered why, and it´s not because technology has run ahead and the birth of email and blogs, but.......The Postal Service....its appears most countries seem to have problems.

One month ago nearly it was my birthday, My darling sis in Oz is always on the ball posting months ahead,a little exagerrated but always in time, my brother and my mother in the UK both sent birthday cards.....they were all lovely apparently. But they have never arrived...most things do...what I want to know is...........

POSTAL SERVICES SPAIN; AUSTRALIA AND UNITED KINGDOM (1 point) ....where are my birthday cards and my surprise!!!! It really feels like when you lose your suitcase, everyday I wait for the post...what if.. Its like watching the empty luggage belt go round (Thanks Spanair)´

So to the postal services of the above countries...... thanks a bunch for a happy birthday.!!

And this isn´t the first time

I have 2 huge hungry german shepherds just daring you to turn up tomorrow.

change

This post may be moving in the next days please keep watching for the new direction, due to problems caused by plaigerism.

Gothic

Here on my terrace my thoughts are in the past,
I remember the gothic era although it never truly went away. I loved the drama of the black and purple gowns, it was an era that was a little romantic. I had many friends who were "goths"in London, the clubs were something to behold.

This is a digital print based on an acrylic painting I once did.

The easal still stands empty.

Change

Shadows falling across the terrace floor, accompanied by long fingers of light, thrown out by the candlelight. I am waiting for a call, a call that hasn´t come, leaving me in suspense.
There is more wind tonight, more than normal...as the weather changes with the year. There´s an empty easle on my terrace, the wind won´t allow me to paint. The sea is inquiet, and the moon, full and pale hides behind a mist. Soon I will reach for something to keep me warm, as I sit here with my thoughts in the silence.

Autumn

The evening skies darken much earlier now, as autumn, arrives, but I never see it changing. No golden leaves to crunch on, or shuffle as you walk along. No patterns of early frost on the window panes, only the remains of the sand blown over from the sahara. The evenings are chilling a little , with humidity in the night, but the days remain hot.

No arrival of autumn,...... we do not have many trees., but I carry images of those autumn days in my memory.

Pain

Haven´t been on my terrace recently as illness wracked my body with pain, it was not easy to sit and think.My friend told me I looked very sad...and I tried to laugh it off, giving the ex cuse, birthday blues and one year older. I try hard not to allow things to affect others and continue in a positive mode, but there is nothing like pain to bring you down to earth with a big bang. No one can understand intense pain unless they have suffered it. After 3 years my pain threshold is high so for me to take to my sofa and not surf my beloved internet amongst other things....it was bad. So for all you people out there in pain, I feel for you.

Angel

I had a discussion about angels and whether they really exist...who can say.

My own opinion is yes they exist, and that we only see them when they want us to, but we can feel their presence, beside us..behind us...where ever . someone showed me this photo taken of an angel, it´s an old photo. I´m not sure I believe it´s real, but I do believe in angels., not so sure about the fluffy wings and harps...but then again in history all the old master paintings show the typical angel, someone must have seen one to know what they looked like. Personally I prefer to think of them like Nicholas Cage in City of Angels. This was my twilight thought for today.

Confession

I had been thinking about the saying ´Confession is good for the soul´ My only confessions in my life have been in my prayers and to one extremely wonderful friend. I am however ever more aware that since becoming ill and the severity of the operations I ´ve had recently (with more to come) I have a need to pour out my heart , for good or bad.
A cleansing of the soul, and I am not alone in this respect..I have known many people do the same, its a sensation that comes from within, and develops into a powerful need.
I visited a spiritual sanctuary recently and I cleansed my soul with a vengeance, (although that wasn´t why I was there). It was the most powerful and enlightening thing I have ever experienced, so the saying is right...confession is good for the soul.

Home

Here I am once more back on my terrace in the warmth of the evening...how I;ve missed it. Just sitting in peace alone with my thoughts and memories. Travelling has taken it´s toll on my health but soon I will recouperate the energies I lost, I met some interesting people and heard sad tales, visited long lost friends and laughed. I smiled with the people and entered the cathedral to offer a prayer for all I knew, and lit a few candles for dear ones lost. But now I´m back and will be offering more of my twilight thoughts. Those who have stayed with me ...thankyou

Small Things

In my travels I have offered friends and family a kiss, a chocolate, a hug, a smile, a flower and a word.

To present a person with one of these things is to offer them a precious gift. Money can´t buy love or happiness, the simple things can create great joy.

The next time someone offers you something small and beautiful, accept it with an open heart...see it for its real value....LOVE

Palasandra returns to her terrace on Thursday.

Change

when we experience inner change and become better more caring people so the sense of change is subtle. We discover inner peace and offer help to others, change is not an easy thing but its possible.

However we should not think that change shows on the outside, that we gleam with goodness and shine with love. For real change does not have a mask it lies only within.

miracles

maybe we are too blind or obsessed to see them , but they do exist. A premature baby without weight lives and grows, A flower that survives the drought and flourishes, A person suffering from cancer escapes the velvet glove of death, a person whose both hips are broken walks....the love of your fellow man. Are these not miracles? Everyday of our life miracles happen....Life is a miracle within itself ... but what is not a miracle is the action to destroy it.

Friends

No longer on my terrace but still these are my thoughts of the twilight hour, a little disjointed as no laptop through airport safety regulations, so sporadic visits to internet cafes. Passing through London I think of all the people I have visited.....especially those that have become frail or ill or grown so old you hardly recognise them...and I remember how fast the life passes. Time is ripping their strength from them but still they manage to smile and laugh. When they do I sense a great warmth inside, and I am happy I was able to visit them.

This site has not closed but I am travelling so keep visiting , more soon.

medicine for the soul

soon i must leave the tranquility of my terrace, for a month..for a place that has trees,grass birds that sing in the mornings, mountains and pines that run down to the white beaches.It will not be as warm but for sure it will refresh my soul, and inspire my creativity. Culture and festivals, country markets.
A FORM OF MEDICINE THAT CLEANSES THE MIND AND RIDS THOSE DARK CORNERS OF OUR BEING OF COBWEBS.
The air is pure and cleanses the thought processes that have become drained throughout the year. Everyone should spend some time in their favorite place, leaving behind all the clutter we have with us every day. Simple is stressfree

Tribute

The pain of life, sometimes is that of a sword that pierces the heart.
All of us at sometime will feel the pain of loss, I feel for the loss of those parents from the tragic accident this weekend, such young lives taken before they had time to discover the meaning of life. Let strength be your guide.

tribute

Change

It´s a very humid july night, you just have to sit outside. My twilight thoughts are about illness and change.
When life changes through illness this is out of our control, and we have to learn to accept it, - live with it and do the best we can. Life isn´t always an open book, sometimes it´s closed, and we have no idea what the ending will be.
In this moment my life is constantly changing through illness, day by day, hour by hour. It´s when I sit alone and think that I wonder how many more changes are to come, and what will it lead to.
This is not a good thought because then I am concentrating on the future, that may never arrive for any of us.
So I´m learning to live each day to the full, I don´t mean out partying but appreciating, what I have and the small things in life. Enjoying the sensation of cold water in my morning swim. Accepting the warmth of the sun and be happy. I smile more than I ever did, so it´s working.
I offer a smile to all of you who read this blog, and thankyou for your visit.

Little drops of rain

And if the sun refused to shine, would I still be loving you, and if mountains crumbled into the sea, would there still be you and me? (Led Zeppelin)

if there was no light would things be the same, and if life changed drastically, would we pass this together. Sometimes as I sit alone on this terrace I wonder about these things, life is always changing affecting us all, but what if things change for the worst...no more is there peace in the world...no more are we together...no longer do we connect or understand such things. These days I feel darkness in my life...what happened to the light, yes it´s still shining but very softly. I have a heavy heart...not only for a loved one but for family, friends and people I once knew. the answer is "If the sun refused to shine ,would I still be loving you?" the answer is yes.... all of you......

"Little drops of rain, whisper down the pane, tears of love lost in the days gone by" (Led Zeppelin)