Christmas Part II – Rothenburg ob der Tauber, Germany 2016.

Rothenburg ob der Tauber, Germany - Christmas 2016

Rothenburg ob der Tauber, Germany – Christmas 2016

I got back from my trip to Füssen and Rothenburg ob der Tauber in Germany late Tuesday night and thought I’d do a couple of quick posts before I procrastinate and never get around to sharing.  If you’re ever looking for somewhere to spend a few days, whatever the time of year, both places are beautiful and well worth a visit.

This post is Part II of my Christmas experience in Germany and looks solely at Rothenburg ob der Tauber, a beautiful Bavarian medieval town on the famous Romantic Road.  It’s not going to be wordy just a few snaps taken from my time there. Hope you enjoy them and if you have any questions, please ask, hopefully, I’ll be able to help.  Thank you and season greetings.  Adele. x

Rothenburg ob der Tauber, Germany - Christmas 2016

Rothenburg ob der Tauber, Germany – Christmas 2016

Rothenburg ob der Tauber, Germany - Christmas 2016

Rothenburg ob der Tauber, Germany – Christmas 2016

Rothenburg 2016

Rothenburg 2016

Rothenburg ob der Tauber, Germany - Christmas 2016 This is the beginning of the Christmas market. It winds through further streets and into buildings behind the main square. The Rothenburg Christmas Market “Reiterlesmarkt,” named after a local Teutonic legend, which began during pre-Christian times as the story of a horrid rider who carried the souls of the dead. As Christianity swept through Europe, the figure developed from a wild man into a loving, gentle man who gave gifts to all people on earth.

Rothenburg ob der Tauber, Germany – Christmas 2016
Rothenburg Christmas market in the Market Square. It winds through further streets and buildings behind the main square selling small gifts, orniments, hot food and lots of mulled wine.
The Rothenburg Christmas Market “Reiterlesmarkt,” named after a local Teutonic legend, which began during pre-Christian times as the story of a horrid rider who carried the souls of the dead. As Christianity swept through Europe, the figure developed from a wild man into a loving, gentle man who gave gifts to all people on earth.

 

 

Rothenburg ob der Tauber, Germany - Christmas 2016

Rothenburg ob der Tauber, Germany – Christmas 2016

Rothenburg ob der Tauber, Germany - Christmas 2016. Hotel Eisenhut, Entrance and Reception Area. The hotel is in a great location, right beside the Christmas Market. The shared spaces are beautiful but the room we had was very dated. The room was clean and large but the overall appearance was a letdown. I would still recommend Hotel Eisenhut despite our room.

Rothenburg ob der Tauber, Germany – Christmas 2016.
Hotel Eisenhut, Entrance and Reception Area.
The hotel is in a great location, right beside the Christmas Market.
The shared spaces are beautiful but the room we had was very dated.
The room was clean and large but the overall appearance was a letdown.
I would still recommend Hotel Eisenhut despite our room.

Rothenburg ob der Tauber, Germany - Christmas 2016 This was our hotel for 2 nights, Hotel Eisenhut.

Rothenburg ob der Tauber, Germany – Christmas 2016
This was our hotel for 2 nights, Hotel Eisenhut.

Rothenburg ob der Tauber, Germany - Christmas 2016.

Rothenburg ob der Tauber, Germany – Christmas 2016.

Rothenburg ob der Tauber, Germany - Christmas 2016.

Rothenburg ob der Tauber, Germany – Christmas 2016.
Rothenburg is truly beautiful, everywhere you look you’ll see cobbled streets, brightly coloured medieval buildings and quaint shops geared towards the many tourists that visit this wonderful place each year. I personally didn’t go for the shopping but mainly to soak up the Christmasy atmosphere in one of Europes prettiest and best preserved medieval towns.

Rothenburg ob der Tauber, Germany - Christmas 2016. We'd been lead to believe that Rothenburg would be mobbed with visitors but we found it to be fairly quiet, with no queues in the shops and the restaurants being virtually empty. Maybe it's the recession or we just happened to fall lucky.

Rothenburg ob der Tauber, Germany – Christmas 2016.
We’d be lead to believe that Rothenburg would be mobbed with visitors but we found it to be fairly quiet, with no queues in the shops and the restaurants being virtually empty. Maybe it’s the recession or maybe we just happened to fall lucky, either way, I highly recommend visiting this town on the famous Romantic Road.

Rothenburg ob der Tauber, Germany - Christmas 2016. The walls of Rothenburg.

Rothenburg ob der Tauber, Germany – Christmas 2016.
The walls of Rothenburg.

Rothenburg ob der Tauber, Germany - Christmas 2016. The walls of Rothenburg.

Rothenburg ob der Tauber, Germany – Christmas 2016.
The walls of Rothenburg.

My favourite Brätwurst was the wild boar sold at stalls in the Christmas market. We spent most of our time eating and drinking. The mulled wine was a firm favourite, making us all feel very festive and warming us during the cold winters days and nights.

My favourite Brätwurst was the wild boar sold at stalls in the Christmas market.
We spent most of our time eating and drinking. The mulled wine was a firm favourite, making us all feel very festive and warming us during the cold winters days and nights.

Pretty Christmas decorations are everywhere.

Pretty Christmas decorations are everywhere.

Treat yourself in the many gift shops, stalls, coffee shops and restaurants.

Treat yourself in the many gift shops, stalls, coffee shops and restaurants.

Rothenburg ob der Tauber, Germany - Christmas 2016.

Rothenburg ob der Tauber, Germany – Christmas 2016.

Rothenburg ob der Tauber, Germany - Christmas 2016.

Rothenburg ob der Tauber, Germany – Christmas 2016.

When the tourists leave and the mist descends, Rothenburg feels completely different but equally as special.

Rothenburg ob der Tauber, Germany - Christmas 2016. It's getting late here and the mist thickens. I can't help but think of Whitechapel, London and Jack the Ripper when I look at this photo.

Rothenburg ob der Tauber, Germany – Christmas 2016.
It’s getting late here and the mist thickens.
I can’t help but think of Whitechapel, London and Jack the Ripper when I look at this photo.

Rothenburg ob der Tauber, Germany - Christmas 2016. The empty streets and mist gives the town a completely different feel.

Rothenburg ob der Tauber, Germany – Christmas 2016.
The empty streets and mist gives the town a completely different feel.

Rothenburg ob der Tauber, Germany - Christmas 2016. There's hardly anyone around by 9 pm and then the mist begins to descend.

Rothenburg ob der Tauber, Germany – Christmas 2016.
There’s hardly anyone around by 9 pm and then the mist begins to descend.

Rothenburg ob der Tauber, Germany - Christmas 2016. Rothenburg becomes eerily quiet when the shops close and the mist starts to blanket the town.

Rothenburg ob der Tauber, Germany – Christmas 2016.
Rothenburg becomes eerily quiet when the shops close and the mist starts to blanket the town.

Rothenburg ob der Tauber, Germany - Christmas 2016. The walls are deserted at night. The mist gives the place a really creepy feel but we loved it.

Rothenburg ob der Tauber, Germany – Christmas 2016.
The walls are deserted at night. The mist gives the place a really creepy feel but we loved it.

Rothenburg ob der Tauber, Germany - Christmas 2016. There's still a bit of life outside this hotel and in the adjoining walled beer garden.

Rothenburg ob der Tauber, Germany – Christmas 2016.
There’s still a bit of life outside this hotel and in the adjoining walled beer garden.

Rothenburg ob der Tauber, Germany - Christmas 2016. Very few people were on the streets after 9 pm but this hotel and bar seemed to be buzzing.

Rothenburg ob der Tauber, Germany – Christmas 2016.
Very few people were on the streets after 9 pm but this hotel and bar seemed to be buzzing.

Rothenburg ob der Tauber, Germany - Christmas 2016. The streets are virtually empty of people by 10 pm.

Rothenburg ob der Tauber, Germany – Christmas 2016.
The streets are virtually empty of people by 9 pm.

 

Rothenburg ob der Tauber, Germany - Christmas 2016. The streets begin to empty just in time for the mist to cover the streets.

Rothenburg ob der Tauber, Germany – Christmas 2016.
The streets begin to empty just in time for the mist to cover the streets.

Rothenburg ob der Tauber, Germany - Christmas 2016. The streets begin to empty.

Rothenburg ob der Tauber, Germany – Christmas 2016.
The streets begin to empty.

Rothenburg ob der Tauber, Germany - Christmas 2016. Beautiful cobbled streets of Rothenburg.

Rothenburg ob der Tauber, Germany – Christmas 2016.
Beautiful cobbled streets of Rothenburg.

Rothenburg ob der Tauber, Germany - Christmas 2016. On the walls, it's deathly quiet and scary but we loved it.

Rothenburg ob der Tauber, Germany – Christmas 2016.
On the walls, it’s deathly quiet and scary but we loved it.

Rothenburg ob der Tauber, Germany - Christmas 2016. Our hotel as the mist begins to descend.

Rothenburg ob der Tauber, Germany – Christmas 2016.
Our hotel as the mist begins to descend.

We got up on our last day and went out for a walk and to watch the sunrise from the battlements.

Rothenburg ob der Tauber, Germany - Christmas 2016. Beautiful morning sunrise on the last day of our trip.

Rothenburg ob der Tauber, Germany – Christmas 2016.
Beautiful morning sunrise on the last day of our trip.

Rothenburg ob der Tauber, Germany - Christmas 2016. Sunrise from the battlements.

Rothenburg ob der Tauber, Germany – Christmas 2016.
Sunrise from the battlements.

Rothenburg ob der Tauber, Germany - Christmas 2016. Sunrise from the battlements.

Rothenburg ob der Tauber, Germany – Christmas 2016.
Sunrise from the battlements.

Rothenburg ob der Tauber, Germany - Christmas 2016. Wherever you are in the world, I hope you have a wonderful Christmas. Adele x

Rothenburg ob der Tauber, Germany – Christmas 2016.

Wherever you are in the world, I hope you have a wonderful Christmas.

Seasons Greetings
Adele

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Christmas Part I – Füssen, Germany 2016.

Füssen, Germany - Christmas 2016.

Füssen, Germany – Christmas 2016.

I got back from my trip to Füssen and Rothenburg ob der Tauber in Germany late Tuesday night and thought I’d do a couple of quick posts before I procrastinate and never get around sharing. If you’re ever looking for somewhere to spend a few days, whatever the time of year, both places are beautiful and well worth a visit.

This post is Part I of my Christmas experience in Germany and looks solely at Füssen. Füssen is a lovely Bavarian town at the very southern most tip of the famous Romantic Road, just north of the Austrian border and right beside the Alps. Neuschwanstein Castle and Hohenschwangau Castle lie south-east of the town. Unfortunately, we didn’t have enough time to go into the castles but made the journey up to Marienbrücke or ‘Marys Bridge’ where we were afforded a fabulous view of Neuschwanstein Castle and the surrounding lakes, towns and countryside.

It’s not going to be a wordy post, just a few snaps taken from my time there. Hope you enjoy them and if you have any questions, please ask, hopefully, I’ll be able to help. Seasons greetings. Adele. x

Füssen, Germany – Christmas 2016. Image links to Wikipedia .

Füssen, Germany – Christmas 2016.
This image is from Wikipedia and links to that page.  All other photographs belong to my husband and myself.

Füssen, Germany - Christmas 2016. Marienbrücke or ‘Marys Bridge’, with fantastic views of Neuschwanstein Castle.

Füssen, Germany – Christmas 2016.
Marienbrücke or ‘Marys Bridge’, with fantastic views of Neuschwanstein Castle and the gorge below.

Füssen, Germany – Christmas 2016. View down to the gorge below Marienbrücke or ‘Marys Bridge’.

Füssen, Germany – Christmas 2016.
View down to the gorge below Marienbrücke or ‘Marys Bridge’.

Füssen, Germany – Christmas 2016. View down to the gorge below Marienbrücke or ‘Marys Bridge’.

Füssen, Germany – Christmas 2016.
View down to the gorge below Marienbrücke or ‘Marys Bridge’.

Füssen, Germany - Christmas 2016. Neuschwanstein Castle

Füssen, Germany – Christmas 2016.
Neuschwanstein Castle

Füssen, Germany – Christmas 2016.

Füssen, Germany – Christmas 2016.

Füssen, Germany – Christmas 2016.

Füssen, Germany – Christmas 2016.

Füssen, Germany - Christmas 2016.

Füssen, Germany – Christmas 2016.

Füssen, Germany - Christmas 2016. We always had time for mulled wine.

Füssen, Germany – Christmas 2016.
We always had time for mulled wine.

Füssen, Germany – Christmas 2016. Street view of Füssen.

Füssen, Germany – Christmas 2016.
Street view of Füssen.

Füssen, Germany - Christmas 2016. View of Füssen at night.

Füssen, Germany – Christmas 2016.
View of Füssen at night.

Füssen, Germany - Christmas 2016. Füssens' Christmas market is small but lively, with a lovely atmosphere.

Füssen, Germany – Christmas 2016.
Füssens’ Christmas market is small but lively, with a lovely atmosphere.

Füssen, Germany – Christmas 2016.

Füssen, Germany – Christmas 2016.

Füssen, Germany – Christmas 2016.

Füssen, Germany – Christmas 2016.

Füssen, Germany – Christmas 2016.

Füssen, Germany – Christmas 2016.

Füssen town, though not as pretty as Rothenburg, has a certain charm of its own and has the added bonus of beautiful scenery, lakes, skiing in the winter and is home to some of Germanys most visited landmarks ‘Neuschwanstein and Hohenschwangau Castles’.

Füssen, Germany – Christmas 2016. The above image is of Alpsee bei Schwangau. The scenery around Füssen is beautiful. With the backdrop of the Alps and a number of lovely lakes, it makes it a perfect year-round destination.

Füssen, Germany – Christmas 2016.
The above image is of Alpsee bei Schwangau.
The scenery around Füssen is beautiful. With the backdrop of the Alps and a number of lovely lakes, it makes it a perfect year-round destination.

Füssen, Germany – Christmas 2016. Lechfall (Gorge, river and weir)

Füssen, Germany – Christmas 2016.
Lechfall (Gorge, river and weir)

Füssen, Germany – Christmas 2016. Lechfall (Gorge, river and weir)

Füssen, Germany – Christmas 2016.
Lechfall (Gorge, river and weir)

Füssen, Germany – Christmas 2016. Lechfall (Gorge, river and weir)

Füssen, Germany – Christmas 2016.
Lechfall (Gorge, river and weir)

Füssen, Germany – Christmas 2016. Lechfall (Gorge, river and weir)

Füssen, Germany – Christmas 2016.
Lechfall (Gorge, river and weir)

Füssen, Germany – Christmas 2016.

Füssen, Germany – Christmas 2016.

Füssen, Germany – Christmas 2016.

Füssen, Germany – Christmas 2016.

Füssen, Germany – Christmas 2016.

Füssen, Germany – Christmas 2016.

Füssen, Germany – Christmas 2016. Christmas Market.

Füssen, Germany – Christmas 2016.
Christmas Market.

Füssen, Germany – Christmas 2016. Neuschwanstein Castle

Füssen, Germany – Christmas 2016.
Neuschwanstein Castle

Wherever you are in the world, I hope you have a wonderful Christmas.

Seasons Greetings
Adele

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Rachael Hawnt & The Beautiful Secret

Rachael has a beautiful voice that I’d like to share with you all, she’s also a distant relation. As you can see, I’m eager to claim her as my own because I believe in her and think she has a voice worth listening to, as does the multi-talented Ash Cutler.

Please, if you can, take the time to listen, follow and share their music. Thank you.

This next song ‘I Have Nothing’ a Whitney Houston cover really showcases Rachael’s’ vocal skills. From about 1:20 in you’ll hear the sheer power and range of her incredible voice.

Hope you like them too, please support them if you can. I’ve put both ‘Rachaels’ and ‘The Beautiful Secrets’ Youtube Channel links below:

Rachael Hawnts’ Youtube Channel

The Beautiful Secret Youtube Channel

Thank you

Adele

PS: Below is the original of ‘Lost On You’ by LP (Laura Pergolizzi), absolutely fab in my humble opinion, definitely worth a listen, especially if you enjoyed Rachaels’ cover version above.

We’re Alone Now

We're Alone Now

We’re Alone Now

We’re Alone Now

Fragile souls in the arena
bristling claws and teeth,
cornered.
Bloodied by caustic tongues,
haemorrhaging self-belief.
Their words dissecting,
infecting.
Still unable to summon the strength for the fight,
nor the bile to counter.
A last pitiful cry…..

… We’re alone now

Touch Of Cinnamon

Lyrics for James Blake – Retrograde

I decided to alter this piece. I prefer it this way, hope you do too.

He…

He... 1

He moves on all fours,
malevolence igniting fervour,
powerful,
delicious in his maleness, unrelenting in his pursuit.

He circles me,
bellowing his intent,
deadly,
stomping out boundaries; ominous warnings fired at other males.

He savours each battle,
bathes in their defeat,
dominant,
worthy of each bloodied form; deserving of the heart he already possesses.

He captures the sweetness,
conquers with calloused fingers and tender persuasion,
coveting,
whispering words, beautiful and rapturous. Fracturing me to a kneel.

He makes me feel extraordinarily female,
delicate and tiny,
belonging,
hiding among sinew, distended veins and protective menace.

He’s unfolding before me,
gentleness seeping from his soul, cleansing; atoning,
humbling,
this is what makes him beautiful. He’s vulnerable; like me, he’s caught by the heart.

He’s earned the right,
all rights.
Don’t go into battle, you WILL lose,
for we are armed….we are armed with love.

Touch Of Cinnamon

Re-posting one of my favourite pieces because ‘He’ drives me crazy.

Down We Go

Woman Praying 1

Oh father tell me, do we get what we deserve?

How do I climb out of the belly of beast,
when his skin is all I want to wear?

How do I stop the lick of his flame,
when all I desire is to feel the burn?

How do I get these feet to carry me home,
when my legs only know how to kneel?

…but only for him.

Oh father, we get what we deserve…
so down we go.

Inspired by the song ~ Way Down We Go by Kaleo

Ode To Facebook

Facebook-Meme

Come sit beside me,
lets take a look
at what I saw
on my Facebook

Cryptic updates,
attention seeking
widespread ‘LOL’s’
and people freaking.

Stolen words
so bland and trite
from foolish pens
that cannot write.

Another photo…
my neighbours brunch
there’s one of breakfast
and Sunday lunch!

Loads of (((((HUGS)))))
and talk of karma
from catty teens,
the queens of drama.

Greetings galore
a birthday thread.
“I wuff oo babes
I wish you were dead”

Kids speak “text”,
“Hey, hows yu m8?.
Adults ponder…
and participate.

Numerous photos
of hideous sprogs
Cats abound
and ugly dogs.

Politics, dogma
in boxes, square
“Down with this one…
and that one there!”

My work is done
Please hear my call:
Write on paper…
not someone’s wall.

Facebook

Remnants of War

Remnants of War

Steely jaws blunt with condemnation
replace the cries of the wounded.
Wielded with cold disdain
they cut away the beauty,
revealing only her betrayal.
Silver tongues whisper contempt
announcing her treachery.
Delivering her sentence with a final cut,
she wears her shame for all to see.
Like an invisible crown of thorns
she carries her burden through the streets,
its weight raw with humiliation.

Embrace Me

Stranger

 

Do you not recognise me?

I am the sum of you all
yet free of gender and race,
measured not by my wealth
nor the allure of a face.

Evolution and deities
draw a truce in this shell,
it is a place of the ageless,
where the tolerant dwell.

I am no stranger,
I am the reflection of impartiality.

Game of Thrones

Tywin Lannister, played by the wonderful actor Charles Dance readies himself for his final scene.

Ready Charles?

Tywin Lannister Ready

 

One…..

Tywin Lannister 1

 

Two…..

Tywin Lannister - 2

 

Three…..

Tywin Lannister - 3

 

Action!

Tywin Lannister - Action - Acting His Final Scene

 

Your time on ‘The Throne’ (pun intended) is over.  R.I.P. Tywin Lannister, you’ll be missed…

….well maybe not by Tyrion, but by me and maybe a handful of other ‘Thronies’.

PS.  I so wish I’d altered one of the stones covering his eyes, to make him look like he was winking.  Damn!

 

Recrimination

Recrimination

This ageing body is my coat of retribution,
grudgingly worn, familiar, but of no comfort.
I find myself sniggering at my fingers’
attempts to rub out the years,
The touch itself feels leaden and crude.

Again I recite the caustic words to the mirror,
picking out my crimes one by one.
Is this contempt or disgust?
Either way, I dress to the sound of recrimination,
and paint a smile on my thinning lips.

Deadwood

Deadwood - Family Tree

I’m pruning the family tree tonight
putting an end to further growth
you should have kept your sap within
and honoured our wedding oath

New shoots you have been sprouting
in a garden not your own
her plot was on the larger size
where many seeds had blown

Small wonder that I’m seeing red
and giving in to rage
I’m chopping off a rotten branch
to create another page

I just got Gold in a poetry contest with this little ditty.  Yeah I was shocked too!

Marks Of The Past

Soul-mate - “Love is simply the name for the desire and pursuit of the whole.” ~ Plato, The Symposium

Soul-mate – “Love is simply the name for the desire and pursuit of the whole.” ~ Plato, The Symposium

Adriana Mezzadri – Marcas De Ayer (Marks Of The Past)

I grieved your absence long before I knew your name
You were the time-worn scar carved under my skin
The severed necessity I could feel but not see
Your mournful echoes were forever wounding the present
But still I slipped the guilt on my finger and wore the lie
For he was not you, yet you were always the other half of me
Tell me querido, can you feel the marks of the past?

Touch Of Cinnamon

“According to Greek mythology, humans were originally created with four arms, four legs and a head with two faces. Fearing their power, Zeus split them into two separate parts, condemning them to spend their lives in search of their other halves.”

“Love is born into every human being; it calls back the halves of our original nature together; it tries to make one out of two and heal the wound of human nature.”

“Love is simply the name for the desire and pursuit of the whole.”

― Plato, The Symposium

Temporary Light

Temporary Light

Apollo The God Of Light – Caden

Riding on the back of bullish charisma, you touch down
Infecting those caught in your storm with confused excitement
Blind to their own dismantling, they conform, wide-eyed and awestruck
Placing heaped plates of creativity and hope at your wandering feet
These diligent little worker ants await direction, but will inevitably starve
For you are oblivious to the furore; already restless; already moving on
Did no one tell them your light here was only temporary?

Touch Of Cinnamon

We’re Alone Now

We're Alone Now

We’re Alone Now


Fragile soul in the arena, bristling claws and teeth.
Cornered.
Bloodied by caustic tongues. haemorrhaging self belief.
Their words dissecting.
Unable to summon the strength for the fight, nor the bile to counter.
A last pitiful cry
I’m alone now
Defeat’s ponderous hand, final, heavy.

Suddenly there was you……

Rising up, you position yourself between us.
Fearless.
The room falls silent. Muted in disbelief.
Look away now little one
Moving slowly the challenge is on; eyes fixed.
Dark heat. A pulsing fury. A bellowing
No longer alone.
The beast is free. No more defeat!

Roles reversed, their time to feel pain.
Carnage.
Swift retribution. Slow blood. A reckoning.
Baby, please stop now!
Gathering me up, you build a fortress around me.
Prowling it’s perimeter. Watchful. Ready. Breathless.
We’re alone now but for each other.
They have the company of their defeat.

Relentless vigilance takes it’s toll.
Weary.
Baby, come in from the cold. Put down your fists.
Let me soothe you.
Tenderness chases away the animal, delivers me the man.
Female warmth and exhaustion finally claim you.
Sleep querida, we’re alone now.
Let me be the girl you love.

Touch Of Cinnamon

Lyrics for James Blake – Retrograde

Curried Couscous

Curried Couscous

Curried Couscous

Further photos at the bottom of the page

I’ve recently been on an economy drive and also decided to get healthier after over doing it on holiday this summer.  I don’t know about you, but whenever I diet or start a ‘health kick’, I tend to end up thinking of nothing but food.  As a result I’ve been torturing myself by watching loads of cookery programmes, one being Jamie Oliver’s ‘Jamie’s Money Saving Meals’ on Channel 4. Now the following recipe isn’t from the show, but the show did get me trying to use up as much of the produce in the fridge as possible.  We’ve become pretty bad at over-stocking the fridge of late and by the time we venture to the back, the food is out of date and we end up throwing it away…it’s primarily vegetables that end up in the bin. This really grates on me, so I’m hoping that we can change our ways and save a bit of money in the process. *Fingers crossed*  This recipe is a good way to use up those stray vegetables lurking in the back of the fridge, so I thought I’d share it with you.

Note that the images at the bottom of this post are using approximately double the amounts shown in this recipes following details as I tend to make loads and use it throughout the week.

Anyway, here goes……

2 x Carrots
1 x Stick of Celery
1 x White or Red Onion
1 x Red Bell Pepper
1 x Green or Yellow Bell Pepper (I tend to use all three or whatever I have in)
2 x Gloves of Garlic
1 x Cup of Frozen Garden Peas
1 x Tin of Chick Peas
2-4 Tablespoons of Curry Powder or Individual Spices
1-1 1/2 x Cup of Couscous
1 Jug of  Chicken or Veg Stock x 2 cubes
Small Drizzle of Olive Oil
Pepper to Season

Fill the kettle with water and boil.  You’ll be needing the water for the couscous and peas.

Put your couscous into a LARGE bowl, (one big enough to accommodate the swelling couscous and the veg when it’s cooked).

Make the jug of stock using the boiling water and your choice of stock cubes and pour over the couscous.  Just enough to cover the couscous.  Cover the bowl with a tea towel and get on with preparing the veg. (Remember to stir the couscous from time to time and add more of the stock when the previous lot has been absorbed)   I use the best part of a half a jug of stock to one cup of couscous.  It only takes about 5 or so minutes to be fully absorbed.

Open and strain the tin of chick peas.  Give them a quick wash under a tap to remove as much of the slime that accumulates in the tin.  Put the frozen peas and the chick peas together in a microwavable bowl. Cover with boiling water and cook on full power for about 2 minutes (or whatever it says on your chickpea tin)  When cooked, strain them and put to one side.

Finely chop some garlic and place to one side.

Finally chop the carrots, celery, onion and place them in a bowl.

Finally chop the bell peppers and put to one side. (I like to use all three colours, simply because they look nice in the dish.)

Heat a drop of olive oil or vegetable oil  in a deep, large frying pan.

Add the bowl of onionscelery and carrots to the heated pan and cook until the onions start to go soft, but not browned.  This only takes a few minutes…3-5 minutes.

Add the curry powder to the veg in the pan and mix thoroughly.   I add quite a lot because I like the flavour.  In this particular batch I used my madras powder as I’d run out of curry powder.

Next add the garlic, bell peppers, peas and chick peas and a bit more curry powder.  Ensure it all looks well coated in the curry powder and fry off until everything is cooked through.   Again, this only takes about 3 or 4 minutes.

Once the contents of the pan are cooked and the couscous is nice and soft, add the pan of veg to the bowl of couscous and mix together.  Alternatively you could add the couscous to the frying pan and give the couscous a quick warm through, but I tend to make too much to fit in the pan, so I add the veg to the bowl of couscous instead.

Any leftover curried couscous can be refrigerated and used over the course of the week. I have it with various curries and chillies, with salads, in pita bread with left over meat etc. It’s particularly nice warmed up with cold, diced tomatoes mixed through it.

Take One Kitchen and a Whole Heap of Neglected Veg.....

Take One Kitchen and a Whole Heap of Neglected Veg…..

A Few Stray Veggies Rescued And Used In Veg Curry and Curried Couscous.

A Few Stray Veggies Rescued And Used In Veg Curry and Curried Couscous.

Couscous and Remaining Stock

Couscous and Remaining Stock

First Ingredients for Curried Couscous

First Ingredients for Curried Couscous

Couscous ingredients

Couscous ingredients

Ingredients for curried couscous and vegetable curry, plus a side of spicy prawns

Ingredients for curried couscous and vegetable curry, plus a side of spicy prawns

Chilli and Coriander Prawns Bargain at €0.85c, Reduced From €3.40c

Chilli and Coriander Prawns
Bargain at €0.85c, Reduced From €3.40c

Carrots, Celery and Onion Frying Off in Pan 3-5 minutes

Carrots, Celery and Onion Frying Off in Pan
3-5 minutes

Veg Frying Off With A Light Coating of Curry Powder

Veg Frying Off With A Light Coating of Curry Powder

Cauliflower, Onion and Potato Curry (before the other half spoiled it by adding loads of mushrooms)

Cauliflower, Onion and Potato Curry
(before the other half spoiled it by adding loads of mushrooms)

Curried Couscous, Vegetable Curry and Spicy Prawns (Everything but the prawns we already had)

Curried Couscous, Vegetable Curry and Spicy Prawns
(Everything but the prawns we already had)

Left-Overs After 3 Meals Have Been Served Up. Plenty For The Rest Of The Week

Left-Overs After 3 Meals Have Been Served Up. Plenty For The Rest Of The Week

Thank you for taking the time to read this post and if you do try the recipe, I hope you enjoy the food.

Warmest Regards

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Switzerland & Italy

Vitznau on Lake Lucerne, Switzerland - Image taken by my husband - June 2014

Vitznau on Lake Lucerne, Switzerland – Image taken by my husband – June 2014

I’m recently back from a wonderful holiday to Switzerland and Italy and will write more when I can…this is just a quick overview of my time away. Most photo’s are courtesy of my husband, bar 2 from outside the accommodation in Rome. Please click on the images to take a closer look.

We flew with Aer Lingus from Dublin to Zurich, hired a car and drove down to our accommodation, spending 3 nights in an apartment in Vitznau, on Lake Lucerne.

Our Vitznau Apartment - June 2014

Our Vitznau Apartment – June 2014

This is the view to the side of us, from our Vitznau apartment balcony - June 2014

This is the view to the side of us, from our Vitznau apartment balcony – June 2014

We then drove south through the Gotthard Pass passing through some stunning scenery and made our way over the border into Italy, spending 3 nights in another apartment in Pianello del Lario, on Lake Como, Italy.

Gotthard Pass, on our way to Lake Como from Lake Lucerne - June 2014

Gotthard Pass, on our way to Lake Como from Lake Lucerne – June 2014

Top Left, under the apex of the roof is our apartment in Pianello del Lario, Lake Como - June 2014

Top Left, under the apex of the roof is our apartment in Pianello del Lario, Lake Como – June 2014

View from our apartment in Pianello del Lario, Lake Como - June 2014

View from our apartment in Pianello del Lario, Lake Como – June 2014

View from our apartment balcony, overlooking Lake Como at night - June 2014

View from our apartment balcony, overlooking Lake Como at night – June 2014

After 3 wonderful days there, we dropped the hire car off in Lugano (it’s just over the border, back into Switzerland) and took the train down from Lugano to Florence via Milan and stayed 8 nights in Florence… 1 night in a hotel and 1 week in a beautiful villa near Impruneta in Florence, Tuscany where we met up with friends from Australia.

Entrance from courtyard into our Villa in Impruneta, Florence - June 2014

Entrance from courtyard into our Villa in Impruneta, Florence – June 2014

Side view of our Villa in Impruneta, Florence - June 2014

Side view of our Villa in Impruneta, Florence – June 2014

Another side view of the Villa in Impruneta, Florence - June 2014

Another side view of the Villa in Impruneta, Florence – June 2014

Pool with a view, Impruneta, Florence - June 2014

Pool with a view, Impruneta, Florence – June 2014

Another view from the pool area, Impruneta, Florence - June 2014

Another view from the pool area, Impruneta, Florence – June 2014

At the end of our week in the villa, we kissed our friends goodbye and took the train from Florence to Rome for the final leg of our journey and stayed for 2 nights in an apartment, in central Rome, before flying back from Rome to Dublin…..again with Aer Lingus.

Outside of the apartment in Rome. Photo taken from the internet. June 2014

Outside of the apartment in Rome. Photo taken from the internet. June 2014

Another image of the outside of the Rome apartment. Taken from the internet. June 2014

Another image of the outside of the Rome apartment. Taken from the internet. June 2014

Castel Sant'Angelo, Rome - June 2014

Castel Sant’Angelo, Rome – June 2014

Hopefully, at some point, I’ll get the chance to write more in-depth posts about each location and individual property, adding corresponding links to accommodation and once I’ve had the opportunity to work my way through the thousands of photos, I’ll add a few additional pics from the holiday/vacation.

Thank you for taking the time to read this post and I hope you enjoyed the images.

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Unashamed

Ready

Yasmin Levy – Firuze

Belted silver coins cascade, kissing flank and rounded thighs,
each step rousing a seductive melody; calling him to her.
Delicate fingers lost in sinew; reading the man….soothing….igniting,
half hidden by his thunder, a brooding body of stone.
A body desecrated by battle hungry men and rubbed smooth by her surrender….
female, honey sweet surrender…warm….soft….breathless.

Moving only for him, hips sway in unspoken beckoning,
a whisper of white against liquid amber flesh.
Blood thirsty cables trace their way under ochre skin….male….burnished and musky,
his heady scent still covering her, staking its claim.
A primal, unchallenged claim. Kneeling she offers her wrists in submission…
feminine, honey sweet submission…..total….delicate….unashamed.

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Till Death Do Us Part

Till Death Do Us Part

Extras in our own ill-fated drama, teetering on termination; awaiting the axe.
Playing obsolete roles for the ignorant masses,
Too fat and complacent to catch the shift in us,
Too close to the stage to see the sleight of hand; the illusion.

All they can do now is clap on, unaware.
Confused when the lifeless thing in the corner is examined and pronounced dead.
Stunned when the rings are thrown into the crowd as they separate and take a bow.
Leaving by different exits to take up new roles, on a new stage.

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Discord

Disquiet

She slips in through the ear; distended bladder full of discord,
she begins excreting unease in filthy piles.
Laying waste to great chunks of serenity,
before lifting her ragged petticoats, luridly;
revealing a thousand crimson, whispering mouths

 

Ms Trust  pinches and gnaws at the softer parts,
picking at old scabs and vomiting confusion.
Thrusting a bony finger into stilled pools,
She swirls it around,
squeezing out gobs of doubt from her fetid teats.

 

Laughing, she lights up another cig
and taps her toes to the rhythm of discord.
Her crooked teeth blackened by malevolence,
She tears at the fabric of sweet memories,
wearing them brazenly upon her wasting frame.

 

Faint words brush past her and she stills,
her filthy head lolling to one side. Listening.
“Hush little one. I’m here now. Nothing can’t hurt you”
One by one, she packs away her cheap tricks and delusions
and skulks back to her shadowy pit…temporarily banished.

 

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Notes On The Kitchen Table

Remember

Do you remember these sweet messages, querida? Do you remember how you’d leave me something beautiful or funny to read each morning? I do. I miss them. I never thought to tell you that I miss them…I should have.

When and why did we replace these little, honey sweet gestures of tenderness with lists of ‘To Do?’ Is that what we are now…..pages of demands to relentlessly work through?

I mattered then, didn’t I? You saw the lover in me…do you ever catch a glimpse of her these days?

You’d go out running each morning….’roadwork’ you called it, but you’d take a moment to leave a few words for me..that was back in the beginning.

Why didn’t I save them? I should have saved them. I should have coveted them fiercely. Is it too late to claw back that same intensity or has it always been fates intention to mellow and maybe rub out what we felt for one another?

They didn’t take up much room in the drawer. The notes, they didn’t take up much room. I should have saved them. I wish I’d saved them.

You’ve always been the one skilled at creating something beautiful out of words, my attempts, clumsy and full of…what was it you called them? Malapropisms. Malapropisms and dreadful grammar. You’d say it was endearing and tease me mercilessly but it was never said with any malice….never meant to be hurtful.

You’re sleeping now and I’m here, in the kitchen, trying hard to think of the words to give you. It was so much easier in the beginning. They flowed far more naturally. Why is it harder to write this way to you now? Why does it feel awkward, like trying to write with my left hand?

I need you back. Let me try to win you back. You never physically left, but the notes stopped…. slowly, bit by bit, we succumbed to apathy; gave in to the mundane…forgetting the little things….the beautiful things.

Love me the way you did….if you can.

Tonight baby, I ripped up all the lists, threw them in the fire. I sat here with a blank notebook and let myself try for us. Maybe a few words can start to put us back together……..maybe….

Goodnight my heart.

I love you….I always have.

x

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Warriors Cry

A warrior's quest to possess and win the heart of the daughter of the lake.

A warrior’s quest to possess and win the heart of the daughter of the lake.

The Warrior & The Nymph

Music: To Zucchabar

“Flee daughter of the lake, for today begins the battle of all battles,
Hide among the shadows and blackened reeds,
Run from me for a thousand years,
Drink the air from mine lungs, if thou will,
But little Naiad, thou WILL be mine to possess.”

No more hidden meanings, a revelation of intent,
An absolute.
A whispered proclamation, not a tentative confession.
“Little Naiad, thou WILL me mine to possess.”
Relishing the kiss of her scent as she takes flight.

“Flee daughter of the lake, let the lovers dance begin,
Hide among the shadows and blackened reeds,
Run from me for a thousand years,
Drink the air from mine lungs, until I am no more,
But little Naiad, thou WILL be mine to possess.”

No more chivalrous restraint, weapons drawn in pursuit,
A crusade.
Dark pools deplore, echoing out his defiant cry.
“Little Naiad, thou WILL be mine to possess”
Exquisite is the hunt; delicious is thy resistance.

“So flee daughter of the lake, the chase almost as sweet as thy submission,
Hide among the shadows and blackened reeds,
Run from me for a thousand years,
Drink the air from mine lungs, watch me perish,
But little Naiad, thou WILL be mine to possess”

Find shelter in devotion; the warming kiss from loving lips,
An awakening.
Thou have mine heart, mine blood I spill for thee.
“Little Naiad, please be mine to possess”
Pallid is mine flesh; fear and pleading fill mine eyes.

“Don’t flee daughter of the lake, stay close so I might see thee before I cease,
Don’t hide among the shadows or blackened reeds,
Don’t run from me for a thousand years,
Don’t drink the air from mine lungs, hold me in thine embrace,
Please little Naiad, be mine to possess.”

His tender words tumble, creating a breach in her defence,
A weakening.
Reasoning unfolding, his arsenal shattering her sensibilities
“Warrior man, I WILL be thine to possess.”
Throw down thine arms, cover me in forever and ever words.

“No more fleeing, daughter of the lake; bind thine wrists together with mine,
Walk along the shallows and gilded lilies’s,
Love me for TEN thousand years,
Kiss sweet breath into mine lungs, I beseech thee,
But little Naiad, I AM thine to possess.”

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Plaques Project

Flower Pink Plaque - IMGP7659

Keep scrolling down to see more pics.

I’ve been pretty busy this week being ‘crafty’…..making plaques/wall hangings.

Flower Pink Plaque - IMGP7656

My son had a school business project to do and being a typical teenager, he left it until the last-minute to start working on it. It appears that a few weeks back (it could be months back, knowing my son) he was given instructions to set up a company, put together a business plan, design, make or indeed outsource the making of a product that he then had to sell. He came up with the idea of making plaques as he’d done this before, last year, at a previous school. Unfortunately, he never got on with it and found himself swamped with work that actually goes towards his leaving cert results, which this particular business project doesn’t.

Anyway, he ‘outsourced’ the making of these plaques to you know who! So that’s what I’ve done this week. I won’t have time to sell them, so it looks like I’ll be sticking a few euro in an envelope for him to hand into school and then be giving the plaques away to friends and relatives. If nothing else, it’s been a great experience at doing something I’ve not tried before.

I’ll pop up the images of the finished plaques and as I do more I’ll try to remember to take some pics of the entire process, from beginning to end. I was so intent on getting some done, I forgot to do that. Ooops..sorry!

Hope you like them.

🙂

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Blue Butterfly Plaques
Blue Butterfly Plaques
Blue Flower Plaque - IMGP7683
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Home Sweet Home Plaque
Home Sweet Home Plaque
Bird Nest Plaque - Close Up
Bird Nest Key Plaque
Flower Pink
Bird Key Plaque
Green Butterfly Plaque

One of a pair of plaques. 'His and Hers'

One of a pair of plaques. ‘His and Hers’

 

One of a pair of plaques. 'His and Hers'

One of a pair of plaques. ‘His and Hers’

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Meet Sofia Ava

This is my baby girl, Sofia Ava. She’s my very sweet Chinchilla Persian kitty.

Sofia is one of 3 cats that I have.

These first pics are from the day we brought her home, over a year ago. She’s 3 months old in these shots and still very very tiny. Ratty, her little cuddly toy, is smaller than the length of my hand and I have small hands.

I named her Sofia as this is the name I’d give my daughter, if I were ever blessed enough to have one. Ava is the Persian name for ‘sweet melody’ or ‘little voice’ She had the sweetest little voice when we first got her.

Sofia Ava - First Day Home
Sofia Ava with ratty

Here Sofia is a little older, around 6-9 months, I think.

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I’ll add more images when I can, but right now, she looks like a mental patient. She’s refusing to let me brush her very long hair and has a ridiculous amount of knots that can only be removed, at this stage, by cutting them out. My poor hands and arms are ripped to pieces by the little mare. She may have the face of an angel, but she’s a scorpie, strong-willed, Diva in reality 😀

Sorry to bore you with kitty pics, but I do love my little girl.

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Yasmin Levy

Yasmin Levy

I’m very much in love with this woman’s voice. I listen to her music when I can and find her sound inspires me when I’m writing.

She’s predominately a Ladino singer, Ladino being a Romance language derived from old Spanish (Judaeo-Spanish).

Have a listen and see what you think. She’s not everyone’s cup of tea, but I find her sound beautiful, evocative and passionate.

Yasmin Levy – Una Noche Mas – One More Night
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lnYan4E3FTM

This next song she sung live on Dutch TV. The opening sound of the duduk always sends shivers down my spine and is one of the instruments I intend to learn to play. Beautiful.

Yasmin Levy – Mano Suave – Gentle Hands
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_rmK99BZsKo

I stumbled upon her when writing a piece about the madness of love and wanted an accompanying piece of music.

The piece below is entitled Locura (Madness), the beginning is lovely, but it does tend to get a little mad at the end and could do with finishing about a minute earlier, but still worth a listen.

Yasmin Levy – Locura – Madness
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=i75bZwcZWsU

“When love is not madness, it is not love.” ~ Pedro Calderón de la Barca

I’ll put her under her own heading, under my music section, for those that want to listen further.

Enjoy!

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Valentines – Is The Art Of Romance Dead

Is The Art Of Romance Dead

Friends and I were discussing ‘Romance’ and what it means to us. Whether we see it as being over-rated or undernourished. This led to a lively and interesting discussion.

We all agreed that the notion of romance is purely individual. A personal ideal. What one finds romantic another may consider a cliché or even an overtly contrite expression.

Is what some consider to be romance or romantic not some capitalist ploy dreamt up by our wonderful marketing division to separate us from our cash? 

We’re constantly bombarded by advertisements telling us that flowers, music, chocolates are a romantic gift and yet are they? We’re assailed by images of couples strolling languidly hand in hand across sandy shorelines, obviously in love (because they are very well-trained actors paid to be in love for that particular 90 second commercial), and told that the only way we can express our inner love is by travelling to exotic climes, involving vast expenditure. 

Couple on Beach

In a day and age where such gifts are common place, can they truly be said to contain any more romantic notion within them than the plastic wrapper or glossy brochure they are delivered in? Maybe, once, such overtures could be considered to be a heart warming gift. When the notion of obtaining such was, in itself, a task to be reckoned with. But these days? Maybe when the notion of courting or wooing a lady or even a man (gasp – the scandal that would cause) such things as sonnets and fancies were appropriate and heartfelt. But now, one can wonder into any Hallmark cards shop and pick up a standard piece of tat knocked out by some oike in an office on his personal computer with a software package. Can that be considered a show of romance, when the most difficult thing is deciding which crap verse you find more pleasing than the rest? Also, gone are the days of long-term courting and relationship. The chase. The verbal fencing with your heart’s desire, as you grow to know each other. These days the pursuit of the apple of your eye (or at least of that moment) seems to consist of no more than “grab your coat you’ve pulled”. Maybe this is a result of the instantaneous gratification culture that appears to be ever increasing…..and thus is reflected in our need of high-speed “microwave romance”. 2 minutes and it’s done. And of course, when most relationships are over as quickly as they began, who can afford to spend time being truly romantic?

Surely what we should be concentrating on is the notion. What moves the individual at the time to express themselves. Maybe not even that. Maybe we should look at that which is carried out without any ulterior motive or attempts to carry favour. The common place, everyday occurrence that says “I care for this person” and that their very existence motivates and colours all that I do or care to do.

I am sure some people will still feel there is a place for the extravagant overt and often vulgar gushing shows of “romance”. But is that because they have now linked romance to expenditure? Could we now be looking at a generation who subscribe to the notion of pecuniary romance?

Ok, what if you’re not embroiled in a microwave romance and are in for the long haul, does that change the notion and nature of romance? Do you substitute long stemmed roses for doing the ironing or allowing your partner certain liberties in a quid pro quo sort of arrangement (and I leave you to decide what kind of liberties)? Or is it the absence of romance that is to blame for the short-term nature of many relationships? In other words, are we so sold on the notion of romance as an idealistic (and arguably unrealistic) dream that consigns so many ‘real’ relationships to the scrap heap?

The question though “Is the art of romance dead?” is also an interesting thought. Just what is the art of romance? Is it in the physical or mental? Is it in what we offer or what we do? Or in all of these things?

The actual word “art” would imply something that is learned and practiced to achieve a certain level or degree of aptitude. Can you learn romance? Surely if you learn it then it becomes a lesson in the ability to manipulate emotions and that, to my mind, is a rather malicious thought. To manipulate another to achieve your own goals by “playing with their emotions”, and whilst there are an awful lot of people of this nature in life – does that make them Romantic? Would you honestly want to date or have a relationship with someone who has practiced to be romantic? Wouldn’t practicing said skills actually make you a Lothario (or female equivalent)? Maybe it would seem to be ideal, that there should almost be a lack of art thus rendering what is carried out as romance is indeed genuine and sincere.

Once, in times gone by, man used to woo his chattel. To ensnare her with words and poems of love and devotion. To cry from the very roof tops that his love was purest and mightiest of all that should grace or walk this planet. Who could not be enthralled by such moving oratory? It certainly seems the ladies were, and interestingly enough up-sprang a new market for all those out of work poets and writers. It is well documented that for a small fee a love poem or letter could be penned by a professional for your lady love (is this the earliest documentation of the “hallmark” cards franchise I wonder) Even Shakespeare himself did this. Who could blame them? Out of work and starving, you take whatever you can get and damn the morality of it. Let the others figure it out for themselves. It would be very evident when the young lady hoped to hear words of love drip from her betrotheds lips only to receive “There once was a woman from Ealing”. So could it be that even our idealistic view that, when compared with the past, “romance is dying out” could be a false one?

But going back to my earlier point if an art is to be learnt, then it needs to be taught. If we are to assume that the “art” is dying then are we to also to assume that the teachers, who were eager to impart their knowledge, are not in such abundance anymore. Are the masters of the “art” dying out? Could it be that as society and cultural demands have evolved we now have a new endangered species? Ladies and gentleman I present to you the “Beast of Romance”, soon to be extinct!

Or is it? Are we, even now, not seeing a return to letter writing? With the advent of email we have never seemed to communicate as much. Putting the abhorrence of text speak aside, it seems we are slowly returning to flirting by mail. This in itself is an aged tradition. But there is a lot to be said for being able to write a message to someone. You can be inventive, you can consider, you can be loquacious to a degree never before seen. In short a message can be so much more a representation of you and your inner thoughts than can be instilled into a stammering tongue tied conversation.

Rubbish Love Letter

In my opinion women are as much to blame as men for the death of romance but then given that society wants most women to look like undernourished 12 year old Japanese boys, is it any surprise that we are acting more and more mannish? Honestly, some women diet to the point where there are probably more hormones in an 8 ounce steak than in their entire bodies.

Having said that, the laddette culture is a relatively recent phenomenon and romance was fatally wounded long before its inception. If I am honest, I blame the women’s lib or, to be more precise, the world’s knee jerk reaction to it. Many women reject romance as some sort of ‘honey trap’ in which if you accept a bunch of flowers you will be instantly chained to the kitchen sink, loosed only to pop out the odd sprog now and then. Many men are either scared to be romantic for fear of this extreme reaction OR think ‘well if women want to be equal then we don’t have to give them romance and they can do all the running’.

The most damning nail in the coffin of romance is for me cult of individualism whereby people think that the world revolves entirely around themselves and will do nothing unless it has immediate and real benefits for them – an approach which is not conducive to thoughtfulness and loving gestures. This of course ignores the fact that a relationship, ANY relationship, is hard work and requires effort from both parties if it is to thrive and survive.

Of course – I could be wrong…

Let’s look at it slightly differently; surely, romance should not be used to control emotions but to please the other, to make them happy if you will. It is not some form of rudimentary mind control and if the object of the art was not fond of romanticism then they could of course reject it. In many ways then, the art of romance is the art of pleasing someone, not the art of manipulating them.

And it is an art in much the same way that lovemaking is an art. No one suggests that you attend your local college and get a Btec in shagging however!! The skills of lovemaking are learned when one is attentive to their lover. Taking note of what pleases and displeases and then using that information to good effect in the next encounter. Romance then is much the same. Some people may find flowers or chocolates or mucking in with the chores romantic whilst for others it might be something as simple as cooking them a favourite meal or remembering an anniversary. The trick then is in identifying what pleases and then elaborating on this in the future. And like lovemaking, variety is an essential element. You might like a bunch of flowers but a duty posy every birthday and anniversary is NOT a romantic gesture!

In this sense then Romance cannot be taught as it is a matter of individualism, both for the object and subject. Whenever someone steps outside of their comfort zone to please the other, that is romantic. Taking the effort to act out of character is romantic. Listening and understanding and responding to what has been said is also romantic. But these things have to be contextualised. Otherwise they are diminished or rendered irrelevant.

Finally, whether the gesture stems from the heart or from hard work, both will be equally appreciated I suggest. If you cannot write prose but have the sense to go out and seek out someone who can help, then so long as it is personalised (and not your stamped out Hallmark tat) then you will have put the thought and effort in to make it special. Having said that, there are no doubt hordes of love starved individuals out there that would happily welcome the hallmark stuff but this says more about the abject lack of romance in their life than it does about the quality of the gesture. In the kingdom of the blind, the one eyed man is king….

Contributors by A & D Waldram and myself.

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Wisteria Keepsake Box

Wisteria Keepsake Box - Front View

Wisteria Keepsake Box – Front View

Wisteria Keepsake Box

This little box has a special place in my heart. Wisteria Cottage is an imaginary place that I’ve written about in the past. This keepsake box was mentioned in one of those tales and I’m hoping to make more pieces from those stories over the coming months.

Why Wisteria Cottage? The flowering wisteria vine is my favourite flowering plant and I have two growing over an archway in my garden. My stories are/were set around a fictional cottage, so when creating the box, I used my favourite flower/plant.

The box is my first attempt at decorating a paper mache box. I prefer the inside to the outside and would like to redo the lid in particular. The purple crocheted flower on the inside of the lid is the first one I crocheted for a marriage blanket I’m making. This blanket also features in one of my stories. There’s a false bottom inside to place letters, cards and photo’s.

I’ve drawn inspiration for my crafts from past words that I’ve written. Hopefully I’ll continue to draw on this source to create and develop my little crafts and curios.

For anyone that’s interested, if you want a closer look at the detail, just click on the image and it should enlarge.

Warmest Regards

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Wisteria Keepsake Box (inside lid).

Wisteria Keepsake Box (inside lid).

Wisteria Keepsake Box (Inside)

Wisteria Keepsake Box (False Removable Base)

Wisteria Keepsake Box (Close-Up Of Front)

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He…..

Caden

 

He moves on all fours,
malevolence igniting fervour,
powerful,
delicious in his maleness, unrelenting in his pursuit.

He circles me,
bellowing his intent,
deadly,
stomping out boundaries; ominous warnings fired at other males.

He savours each battle,
bathes in their defeat,
dominant,
worthy of each bloodied form; deserving of the heart he already possesses.

He captures the sweetness,
conquers with calloused fingers and tender persuasion,
coveting,
whispering words, beautiful and rapturous. Fracturing me to a kneel.

He makes me feel extraordinarily female,
delicate and tiny,
belonging,
hiding among sinew, distended veins and protective menace.

He’s unfolding before me,
gentleness seeping from his soul, cleansing; atoning,
humbling,
this is what makes him beautiful. He’s vulnerable; like me, he’s caught by the heart.

He’s earned the right,
all rights.
Don’t go into battle, you WILL lose,
for we are armed….we are armed with love.

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Welcome

There Are Words That Kiss Us As If They Have A Mouth

Bliss – Wish You Were Here

As you can see there’s very little in here as yet. It’s early days and the format will probably change many times before I settle on something that suits.

I should say, straight off the bat, that I’m no writer, a fact that will become glaringly obvious the more I attempt to put my thoughts into words.  Please forgive me and simply smile if and when you stumble upon any of my embarrassing faux pas.

I guess this place will be somewhere for me to drop thoughts, music, images, basically anything I like. I’m of the opinion that most blogs are usually places to be a little self-indulgent, mine will be no exception.

Right, I guess I’d better get moving and start putting things in here that I like, maybe stick a few additional words in here today and if I’m brave enough, I might even take down my security so those that have the misfortune to stumble upon this place can actually come in and take a look.

So welcome to my blog.

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