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daily parcels * tied up in string *

daily musings of a vintage addict * I am totally obsessed with all things vintage * trying to keep up with my past...and sometimes ordinary everyday life

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Location: Katoomba, NSW, Australia

here I am in a little cottage that evokes the energies of my ancestral lands - a cottage on the moors of Cornwall, or on the cliff tops of Ireland or Scotland. It has a hearth. I am a hedge witch {of sorts}. I wear upcycled clothes, patchouli oil and Redback boots. I am a gypsy; an eccentric and a mystic [I often live with a foot in two worlds]. I serve my guests, tea from an old silver teapot. I love Vervain, yarrow, chamomile & mint. Star watcher and Moon gazer. story cloth weaver. keeper of family dreams and wishes. good friend and creator of life. herbal tea drinker and potion maker.

Plan ahead and dream of all the beautiful things that life has to offer

November 10, 2005

*happy birthday*

born November 10 *1929*

my dear dad

* sadly not with us here any more but I know for sure he is with me everyday in spirit * the times that I think of him & his favourite bird, the kookaburra will fly and sit on the fence or verandah railing and just look at me * a coincidence? I think not *
this is a picture of him with me about 15 years ago * I was in my Demi Moore from Ghost stage * note the haircut

there is not a day that goes by without me missing him dreadfully *


Blogger ~NanCourt~ said...

Love the idea that our loved ones visit us. Wish I could have that feeling since I just lost my Mom in February. Maybe, with time, there will be that special sign or connection......
I have to tell you....that pic of you and that haircut makes you look just like my ex-hubby's first wife. I refer to her as my "wife in law"...;-)
Wish I had a pic of her to send you to show the similarities.

10:52 am  
Blogger Shirley said...

I know the feeling of missing someone I still think oh I must tell my dad, but I can't we lost him 8 years ago now.

Now tell me how you look better now than you did 15 years ago, didn't anyone explain to you about getting older ;)


7:41 pm  
Blogger Kali said...

It doesn't matter how many years pass, the missing of our loved ones never fades...thanks for sharing this special post about your beloved Dad ~ and I think that picture is lovely...HUGS

8:05 pm  
Blogger berryhead said...

Tears in my coffee this am:( why do they say time heals? It does not totally heal,the missing goes on and on and on..I lost my dad too. I keep thinking how different and cool things would be if he were a part of my families lives. Awesome photo and neat story about the bird* definitely NOT a coincidence:) xoxox

11:55 pm  
Blogger Gina E. said...

Now and again when I am on my own in the house, I dig out certain CDs of classical and pipe organ music that were my father's favourites, and play them LOUD. Ken appears from wherever he was, and wants to know what's going on - I rarely put music on so loud myself - that is his perogative! But when I tell him I was thinking about my Dad, he just sits down and puts his arms around me.

12:07 am  

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