The purpose of art is washing the dust of daily life off our souls.
Someone said that God gave us memory
so that we might remember roses in December.
( J. M. Barrie )
Deep Peace of the shining stars to you.
Deep Peace of the quiet earth to you.
Deep Peace of the son of peace to you,
this Christmas and all through the year.
Irish Christmas Blessing.
- 1 cup water
- 1 cup sugar
- 4 large eggs
- 2 cups dried fruit
- 1 tsp baking soda
- 1 tsp salt
- 1 cup brown sugar
- 1 cup nuts
- lemon juice
- 1 gallon whiskey
Sample whiskey to check for quality. Take large bowl. Check whiskey again to be sure it is of the highest quality. Pour one level cup and drink. Repeat.
Turn on electric mixer; beat 1 cup butter in a large fluffy bowl. Add 1 tsp sugar and beat again. Make sure the whiskey is still okay. Cry another tup. Turn off the mixer. Break two legs and add to the bowl. Chuck in the cup of dried fruit. Mix on the turner. If the dried fruit gets stuck in the beaterers, pry it loose with a drewscriver. Sample whiskey to check for tonsisticity.
Next, sift 2 cups of salt. Or something. Who cares. Check the whiskey. Now sift the lemon juice and strain your nuts. Add one table. Spoon. Of sugar or something. Whatever you can find. Grease the oven. Turn the cake tin to 350 degrees. Don’t forget to beat off the turners. Throw the bowl out the window. Check the whiskey again. Go to bed.
Clouds came floating into my life,
no longer to carry rain or usher storm,
but to add colour to my sunset sky.
Don’t walk behind me: I may not lead.
Don’t walk in front of me: I may not follow.
Just walk beside me and be my friend.
Do not stand at my grave and weep
For I’m not there, I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow;
I am diamond glints of snow;
I am sunlight on ripened grain;
I am the gentle autumn’s rain;
When you awaken in the morning’s hush;
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds encircled flight.
I am the soft star that shines at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry;
I am not there, I did not die.