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'Belize Sunset' "The most alluring clouds that mount the sky, Owe to a troubled element their forms, Their hues to sunset. If with raptured eye We watch their splendour, shall we covet storms..." quote excerpted from miscellaneous sonnets, II by William Wordsworth 1888 12 Aug 2007 - Pebbles from Wales Before I left to go over to Wales, I was talking to some of the women who work for Journey Home, a metaphysical shoppe in Ventura, California. They asked me to bring them back a pebble from a river in Wales so I did. I brought back several in fact. It was a nice memory, going down to the river Severn in Newtown, Powys Wales. The above photo is a photo looking inside of the little bag that I kept these pebbles in. When I got home to California, I reopened the bag, which still was damp, and had a bit of condensation and a bit of mud still inside with the pebbles, and I held the bag up to my nose and breathed it in, what a beautiful scent. It brought me back to the river, and being there with Joe, and the wind in my hair and the smile on my face, it brought back memories of the clouds in the sky and the hills nearby. I couldn't believe how wonderful it smelt, and how many memories came back. At another time, when we were walking along the river I took a short video of the ducks in the river... Short Video of the River Severn in Newtown Powys Wales Add to My Profile | More Videos I wonder what the ladies at Journey Home want to do with the little pebble from Wales? I wonder if they will use it for magic or witchcraft, or maybe it will be used for some druid spells? Who knows... but I do hope that whatever they want it for that they will treasure it like I treasured finding them. I just have to decide now which pebble to give them. :) I miss it there, it was so pretty. Now that I am back in California, I'm still feeling a loss from leaving there. Home is where your heart is they say... part of my heart is still in Wales... so of course I'd miss it. *sighs* Heart My perpetual mood: 'Forgotten Things' "Moreover, something is or seems, That touches me with mystic gleams, Like glimpses of forgotten dreams-- Of something felt, like something here; Of something done, I know not where; Such as no language may declare." Quote excerpted from "The Two Voices" by Alfred Lord Tennyson Thank you for coming to my Diary... If you would like to leave me a message, please do. I always look forward to hearing from others. If you would like to be notified when I update an entry, or put in a new entry..... please fill out the form under Notify Me on the menu..... or click the link below :) It'll also make you my friend. :) I could always use more of those! Have a Great Day!!! ;) Bye Bye NOTIFY ME First Entry Welcome Diary Index Random Entry Newest Entry   Contact Us Website Statistics Analysis Dear Diary... Build 2.2. DearDiary.Net is Copyright © 1999-2007 Kabarty Pty Ltd All Web Diary Entries are Copyright of their respective authors   Copyright Notice: All entries are copyright (and the responsibility of) their respective authors. For re-use rights please contact the author directly. Do NOT use without prior consent. If you cannot get in touch with the author directly, please mail use the Contact Us link above.