Showing posts with label remembrance. Show all posts
Showing posts with label remembrance. Show all posts

Sunday, April 25, 2010

Service at Dawn...


We got up in the dark,
and assembled in our grandest place,
I stood amongst thousands of like minded souls,
and prayed my prayers,
of Remembrance, and sadness,
and Gratitude
and an absolute, fervid desire to fight for what is good.
Always.

It was the perfect way to commemorate this 95th ANZAC Day.

Lest We Forget.

Shell xx

Friday, April 2, 2010

Studio Video Blog #1 - and other stories...



Hello dear friends.  I come to you today with much to share of recent doings.  Mostly music related.  But first, I want to wish a most magnificently Happy, warming and reflective Easter to all.

I have been in the studio much of this Good Friday, as well as general mothering, and preparing for our very family focussed rest-of-Easter-weekend-special-trip {more details soon!} and I am, at this minute baking a delicious Good Friday dinner, and remembering that my precious life was bought, by our Lord, at the cost of His only son, to save all our lives - which I reflect on, often, and especially this day.


So, today there are wooden Easter eggs hanging from anything I can find.  And some serious vocals going on!




My Jamie friend is here too.  
Aiding my pursuits, and twanging guitar strings...





And - Studio Video Blog #1 - has arrived!  Fresh off the digital press!

...Hideously full of my human-ness, my blunders, my hopes, laughter and passion to create a piece of sonic art.  I am new to this way of expressing via video - and hopeful, grateful for your acceptance, company along the way.

Voila!



Bless you, and thank you and hold tight, more to come...

Shell xx

Wednesday, November 11, 2009

a Day For...





In Flanders fields


In Flanders fields the poppies blow

Between the crosses, row on row,

That mark our place; and in the sky

The larks, still bravely singing, fl y

Scarce heard amid the guns below.


We are the Dead. Short days ago

We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,

Loved and were loved, and now we lie

In Flanders fi elds.


Take up our quarrel with the foe:

To you from failing hands we throw

The torch; be yours to hold it high.

If ye break faith with us who die

We shall not sleep, though poppies grow

In Flanders fields.


JOHN McCRAE



Shell xx