Au Clair de la Lune, mon Ami Pierrot, please lend me your 'plume'

Au clair de la lune mon ami Pierrot 

(not often you see a sad face around here, is it?)

Prête-moi ta plume pour écrire un mot

(Be a sport! Loan me your quill, I have a few words I'd like to share)

Ma chandelle est morte, je n'ai plus de feu

Ouvre-moi ta porte pour l'amour de Dieu

(Go on. For the love of God open your door. I can't see a thing out here)

(background of a wee door I'm about to start once I've finished the backlog of projects hanging around)

Au clair de la lune, Pierrot replied

'Sorry cobber, have you seen the time? A bloke's gotta sleep!!!

What sort of hour is this to be up brandishing quills???

(heard that one before???!!!)

Try next door at Colombine's

She's up. I just saw the light go on.

You'll have to wait a couple of days for the rest of the story about Colombine and Pierrot.

I only just found them again after 6 years while looking for some old lamps to do up. I love the way Beaker 'tidies' our garage…! 

Anyway, Pierrot has gone to bed like any reasonable person. That is where I will be soon too.

In the mean time, I found my own quill and have a wee word to say to Pierrot and all of you:

Where ever you are… 

FOLLOW YOUR DREAMS

and make them big enough so you don't lose sight of them in your pursuit

Bonne nuit mes ami(e)s

xxxx

Wishful thinking ...

Today is Pomme's fifth birthday. 

Pomme is the grandson of 'Papsea,' who organises mighty big yacht races all around the world. Pomme is also my godson, and loves bobbing up and down in the waves. Indeed, he is an intrepid sailor always ready to discover new lands.

Seeing there's a big birthday out there on the high seas, it seemed fitting that for Wishcasting Wednesday (Yes I am aware that it's Thursday today, but wanting it finished for yesterday was a severe case of wishful thinking ;-), I wish to give my first little sailboat* to Pomme.

It's not just any sailboat. Although… it might not win the America's Cup … being paper maché 'n' all. However, woven into its billowy sails are magical dreams that sail out into the air ahead of you with the gentle puff of each and every tiny zephyr.

On the great big ocean of life, Pomme, may you find the confidence to ride each big wave, navigate uncharted lands and always arrive safely home to shore.

 avec tout mon amour

Marraine

 Ange

* find out more about the sail boat template and links to Ann Wood Handmade at this post

Thank you Ann :)

Go confidently forward... Don't you agree?

Yesterday I visited Sherry's blog and she introduced me to Don Miguel, not personally of course, but to his Four Agreements. If you visit her (and I suggest you do), you will find out more about Don Miguel than I can tell you. I can only say that his first agreement struck a chord deep within my soul.

THIS, is why I started calligraphy. THIS, is why I constantly seek new words of conviction, strength, love and encouragement to pass onto others. THIS is my most cherished belief... 

The Four Agreements:

Agreement 1

 Be impeccable with your word - Speak with integrity. Say only what you mean. Avoid using the word to speak against yourself or to gossip about others. Use the power of your word in the direction of truth and love.

Agreement 2

Don’t take anything personally - Nothing others do is because of you. What others say and do is a projection of their own reality, their own dream. When you are immune to the opinions and actions of others, you won’t be the victim of needless suffering.

Agreement 3

Don’t make assumptions - Find the courage to ask questions and to express what you really want. Communicate with others as clearly as you can to avoid misunderstandings, sadness and drama. With just this one agreement, you can completely transform your life.

Agreement 4

Always do your best - Your best is going to change from moment to moment; it will be different when you are healthy as opposed to sick. Under any circumstance, simply do your best, and you will avoid self-judgment, self-abuse and regret.

Thank you Sherry - I needed to hear (read) it again. This time through Don Miguel.

And with these wise words may you too go confidently 
in the direction of your dreams...

I had a DREAM in B&W (No ORANGE!)

I have been reminded. Not so long ago, I had a dream in which I put some black and white photographs on a page for Anne- Marie. I spoke about it, in jest, to the only Anne-Marie I knew at the time. In jest because I rarely put photos on a page (at that time), because the AM I know and love dearly has no reason to receive black and white photos from me, and most of all because I live very much in colour. Life is not black and white for me, nor even shades of grey, but an endless rainbow. A big splash of ORANGE! I rarely even wear black!

These are the photos I offer in Black & White for Anne Marie at Na Da Farm's Sunday. They are of objects that calm me when the sea is rough. I have no idea if the lovely new Anne-Marie (at Na-Da Farm) to whom I am linking, will notice I have done this. But it is ... time...

From JJ, after the Great Fire

Khalil Gibran whom I first read at high school when I was 16, who annoyed the priest at my wedding and in whose words I still find solace.

The violin? Unfinished work - but not for long.

 Another angel on my table (merci CC)

A word I LOVE

Du Vide Naît l'Enérgie, from my teacher Anne Sacramento

May your Sunday bring peace - and inspire...

Love

I'm Dreaming (on) Mr King

Morning possums - and I MEAN MORNING, it's after 1am and my coach has long turned back into a pumpkin! Paris was as Bling Bling and fleeting as ever; a blur of activities and emotions. Sleep was but a dream of an occupation...


Speaking of dreaming and keeping occupied, I have been negotiating with my new blog now for at least 3 hours. Stimulating, frustrating, ...tiring even this blog stuff! And after all this time I find myself harbouring the same reflections I usually reserve for a particularly complicated piece of newly renovated (by me, of course) furniture:
"Where did the three hour's time go?"
Well, I managed to change my 'reactions.' GOOD POINT. And in doing so, delete all the previous reactions you had left me. BAD POINT.  Then, I did an Alice in Blogland. 'What's that?' you say. It's the art of falling through the computer screen and getting totally engrossed in a whole new world of wonderful people, places, ideas and lives (check them out in my list).  I wonder what Lewis Caroll would have made of it...
'Yawwwwwwwn.' Oops, pardon, Paris and Blogland are catching up on me.
It's time to go and live the dreams that Life defies me to live! Hmmm - and that's my garbled French to English translation of a quote attributed to Martin Luther King which, I must have somewhere in English already but am too buggered to go hunt for.
Ooh la la... bonne nuit!