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Please don’t forget to check out the new blog at http://time4teablog.wordpress.com
Don’t forget to head over to my new blog
As you may or may not know I have got a new blog going http://www.time4teablog.wordpress.com
I have long since stopped using my blogspot blog and have not been using this one as much as I should. I feel I tried out many blogging sites and now can’t give any the full attention they deserve.
So…………….please do come over to my new blog and join in the conversation over there.
I am also on tumblr and pinterest so if any of you are interested in following me there or have me follow you there then please do head over that way.
I will post here now and then but I want to try to focus on the new blog, be good to see you all there.
Thank you all for your support and hope to be writing with you soon!
In the paper today I saw an article where an 8 year old girl died from internal injuries suffered on her marital bed on her wedding night. This would be her wedding to a man who is 40 years old.
Nowhere, never, no way, no how should that EVER be ok and to be accepted on the grounds of religion.
I am not one to judge but good grief…..an 8 year old (and sometimes younger from what I hear) is never old enough for that sort of thing, not just emotionally but most definitely physically.
If this is dangerous territory I don’t really care – the death of a child from something like this is a disgrace. Heaven knows how many other poor souls have suffered.
There are reports that there is feeling that the husband and the bride’s family should be arrested. More to the point I think such acts should be made illegal.
If you had sex with an 8 year old in my country you would be arrested, you would do jail time for this and be put on a sex offenders register. And rightly bloomin’ so.
Religion should be a kind and peaceful thing that some people find solace in.
It should not defy basic human law against a child.
I want a cabin in the woods
And a house in the trees
I want to run around laughing
Fall down; get dirty knees
I want to feel the sun
Bringing life to my skin
I want to run on the beach
Find the ocean, jump straight in
I want to have time on my hands
To write, to sing, to just be
I want to embrace everything
Just to be happy to be me
I won’t care for fashion
Or silly little things
I will care about the world
And all the joy that brings
I will live with a light step
Care for all that I can
I just want to be happy
That is my only plan
To be as free
As free can be
To find magic and wonder
In every little thing I see
I want to live in a cabin with a little tree house to escape to and an old vintage caravan as a writing room.
I want a little garden – permanently set up for a tea party.
I want a baby lamb that stays as a baby lamb to skip about to its hearts content.
I want to spend the day taking photos of the ocean and writing.
Free time would be spent making things and taking walks in the wood and at night I would walk along the beach.
I’d drink sparkling rose wine from teacups.
I’d probably have a little wind chime of shells in my hair.
I’d wake up every day thankful and feeling alive.
My walls wouldn’t have wallpaper on them – they would be covered in books.
The furniture would be rustic and the chairs would all be slightly over sized so you feel like a child again when your feet didn’t touch the floor.
I’d tie balloons filled with water and baking soda (a renewable source version of helium) and tie them to the top of the treehouse so I can pretend I am in the movie UP!
I’d walk barefoot as much as possible.
I’d have a tepee in the garden, filled with cushions, a camp fire base outside with marshmallows and sticks at the ready. A blanket would be pinned down on the floor so you could star gaze to your hearts content.
My loved ones would live very near and visit often.
The rest of the world could stay on the doorstep.