a picnic...

colouring flowers

buttering sandwiches

blooming blossoms

laying blanket

warming breeze

stealing mum's picnic basket

cueing bird songs

fluffing clouds

painting sky

growing grass

applying sunscreen

floating kites

straightening hats

picking blackberries

sprinkling dew

the dreams...

we are the music makers,

we are the dreamers of dreams....

to nothing

when you see someone you truly love, admire and respect reduced to a wheelchair by a silent disease, it hits hard. Especially when the person you knew was so high on life. They didn't want to retire at 60 or even 64 for that matter, they didn't want to stay at home either, they had made plans to keep living to the very full. But no more. The disease is not because time and bodily misuse has caught up with him, but because the debilitating infection has sought him out and scars his life. There is no cure, no surgery can make any difference.

It's hard to describe. But, I guess it's like losing a long loved dog to a slow cancer or to old age. The dog that you played with every day, the dog that would go nuts whenever you put your runners on and went for the leash. That dog was happy, but can only now manage to lay in front of the fireplace, exhausted. Only thing is, we're dealing with someone even more special.

hours on end...

If there was a name/job for sitting in an airport, listening to gazey dazey acousticy musique, I would do it.

I could sit for hours on end, days on end, simply watching it all go by. I'd buy a nice set of headphones, something that blocks it all out, and I'd listen to Angus & Julia Stone, and DC4C, and Jose Gonzalez, and Lior, and Norah Jones, and Jamie Cullum, and Dave Brubeck, and Dido, and C.W. Stoneking, and Air, and John Mayer, and Morcheeba, and My Friend the Chocolate Cake, and Tommy Emmanuel, and Something for Kate, and..... ok so you get the point, I'd buy a lot of good books, crime, mystery, action, and of course I'd have to buy a big flask to put of the good stuff (coffee for those uneducated few) and yeah that'd be sweet.

I need to make a plane gazing playlist...

ps. if you haven't heard of these artists, ask me for a demo disc :) They rock my socks, jocks, and plane gazing eyes, not to mention my unsatisfiable hunger for music.

you're just blind

your smile makes me smile,

your giggle makes me grin,

but you're just too blind to notice.

Wrapped in pages from a teen magazine,
I will never be who I want to be,
Never to develop a personal style,
Forever to be hidden behind a paper machè smile,
I could wipe myself off the face of the earth,
And no-one would even know.

easy now!?

why can't things be easy! Why can't acquiring some new skill or completing a task be easy! Instead of having to slave away and practice practice practice, while you watch all the others take away the crowd with all their natural talent. Why can't I be born with some of this so called 'natural talent' in something! Something that'll get me recognised! Something that'll wow them all, I long for something special within me. But I got nothin'.

Beethoven got it: he composed hundreds of works even though he was completely deaf!?

Tommy Emmanuel, from country Australia first picked up a guitar at 4 years old, and hasn't stopped playing since!

Van Gogh one day picks up a brush and can produce million dollar works.

There's those in this world who just take whatever they can get. They have money, talent, friends and all those great things, it all gets given to them from...somewhere. Then there's those in life who bust their arse trying to make it. They're short on moolah, they're not fantastic in anything in particular and they stick to a close nit group who they feel comfortable with.

Well I dunno but I'm just peeved.

They say that practice makes perfect, well guess what, it doesn't. It only makes one hell of a lot of difference.