goodbye and thanks for all the fish:-)b.
...Profites de ce silence et de ces longs moments d'abscences... Pour qui ? Pour nous... pour toi ? Tu me manques déjà ou plutôt, les rêves et les longs moments que tu nous offres, sur ce pont flottant des rêves, procurent de si bons moments de douces réflexions, de plaisirs gustativement "pupillaires" ( cherche pas... ! J'ai inventé ces drôles de mots !...(:]...) et tant de sentiments que nous partageons ensembles en étant loin, à des kilomètres les uns des autres...Je vais devoir revisiter ce "pont" et y marcher seul, tranquillement, au milieu des brumes de tes derniers mots...:)Bises Roxana...(8[A bientôt... et très bientôt j'espère...
the bridge gives so much
*** The silenceOf the bridgeWill no doubtBe deafening***Missing YouAlready***
You will be missed...
How come??? hey, I'm back!!! :)) J'espère que tout va bien.
For no cause we faint not; but though our outward may perish, yet the inward is renewed day by day.For our light affliction, which is but for a moment, worketh for us a far more exceeding and eternal weight of glory; While we look not at the things which are seen, but at the things which are not seen: for the things which are seen are temporal; but the things which are not seen are eternal.(Second Epistle to the Corinthians)
Tu vas nous manquer Roxana...BisesK'line
oh no, now I'll have to go back on to therapy :-(
Gosto de ver o que fazes, o que crias...fico com sentimento de perda com esta tua decisão de afastamento.Espero que seja por pouco tempo...e que seja bom para ti.Beijo grande.
*** The silence***Is getting***louder***Be well RoxanaWherever you are...*
but your voice is still floating all over this place ...
the image is breathtaking.it matches perfectly my world this spring, all the private dreams.
al maps are whitesilence a mist of cries around usfade to glassthis flower invisibleas our soulsfainting into the emlting snow
Je ne peux qu'être d'accord avec mes petits camarades... Tu me/nous manques...déjà :0)Je t'embrasse.M.
un doux bisou en passant Roxana....j'aime bien t'attendre aussi...te retrouver ne sera que meilleur...:o)a bientot et prends soin de toi...
May you find your silence filled with grace and healing, and may it last as long as you need it to last. If it is broken at all, then let it be broken by an occasional rustle of wings, by a secret whisper that fills your face with light.…. and this is the silence of the mirror waiting for the unicorn. Return someday, and capture yourself here once more….
Thank you for these years of beauty. I was privillaged to find your blog almost at the start and it has been a joy to watch the unfolding loveliness. I hope you don't go too far or for too long because I will miss you, your intelligence and appreciation of beauty and your always meaningful comments. Thank you especially for being kind enough to take a piece of my art that time. Meant a lot.
this photo is like a truth.you are !i am grateful for your sharing intelligent heart... vision.i love you dressed in silence.a raw milk silk.may the road ahead be dream doors opening heart.till then, radience
Paste fericit. Fie ca aceasta sarbatoare sa ne aduca tuturor pace si liniste in casa si in suflet. Hristos a inviat.
Pour une nouvelle construction prends le temps !!!!
wanted: dead or alive.
o great goddess, send us mere mortals a sign that you are still alive and care for us. a picture, a word? even if you cough on us we shall be blessed.
The English poet Laurence Binyon said that "Slowness is beauty." Silence like slowness is a necessary part of creation.
Ah Roxana... Sans l'animatrice qui souffle l'inspiration qui fait que le pont soit suspendu dans les nuages épais de nos rêves, on est comme des somnambules qui errent ici dans le brouillard, cherchant un moment de reveil qui ne vient pas... sombrant de nouveau dans le flou... a state of suspended animation... frozen... to be re-awakened in another time and place..., which reminds me of :Franklin's Tower...(Gratefule Dead)----------------------------In another time's forgotten spaceyour eyes looked through your mother's faceWildflower seed on the sand and stonemay the four winds blow you safely home Roll away... the dewRoll away... the dewRoll away... the dewYou ask me where the four winds dwellIn Franklin's tower there hangs a bellIt can ring, turn night to dayRing like fire when you lose your wayRoll away... the dew . . .God help the child who rings that bellIt may have one good ring left, you can't tellOne watch by night, one watch by dayIf you get confused just listen to the music playRoll away... the dew . . .Some come to laugh their past awaySome come to make it just one more dayWhichever way your pleasure tendsIf you plant ice you're going to harvest windRoll away... the dew . . .In Franklin's Tower the four winds sleepLike four lean hounds the lighthouse keepWildflower seed in the sand and windMay the four winds blow you home againRoll away... the dewRoll away... the dewRoll away... the dewRoll away... the dewYou better roll away the dew==============================http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sEniyvOtETc==============================... may the four winds blow you safely home...
how is one supposed to stay away for a long time when you are all so kind and thoughtful and warm? :-)thank you dear all - for making me miss the Bridge, ponder and laugh...it's so nice to see you all again!(you left such wonderful comments and my reply is so clumsy, i hope i can make up for this with some new pictures and you will forgive me :-)