Tiredness

It is odd, when you are tired your senses are dulled but your imagination goes wild! When I am tired I can write amazing stories and see things how I have never seen them before. I can go wherever I wish when I am tired and it becomes so very vivid and real that I cannot see or hear anything or anyone else even if they are standing directly beside me!
Last night I went to Camalot and I met King Arthur; we became very good friends. I witnessed one of the adventures of his knight Sir Gawain, the adventure of the Green Giant. It is a fascinating legend and I do love to hear it.
I love all my adventures and the places I go to when I am tired. But most of all I love all the friends I make on my adventures, they are always loyal and true.

Stars

Last night I slept in the loft on the old double mattress. I love it up there. I can just lie on the mattress, gazing out of the skylight at the stars and the moon, so mysterious, so far away. If I squint a little I can almost imagine that I am up there, with the heavenly bodies.
But last night I could see only clouds out of the skylight, blanketing the sky, and I felt lonely.
Then I realised that I could still see the light from the moon and stars and I knew that they were still up there, flinging out their beautiful, white light; and I didn't feel so alone anymore because I knew that they were waiting for me to fall asleep and join them in their winter ball in the sky...

Snow

It is, once again, snowing outside. I love to watch the snow and try to make out the seperate and tiny, yet perfectly formed, snowflakes. If you gaze at them long enough you can almost imagine them to be thousands of white fairies, flying across the sky together.

I wonder to myself where they might be going, perhaps to visit relations or maybe they are all flying home after christmas with their families.

But I prefer to think that they are all just so unbelievably happy that they all have to go outside and dance together joyfully. Sometimes, when you are unbelievably happy, it is impossible to hide the fact or yourself at all.

I expect this is how the fairies feel when they look outside and see God's beautiful creation, and that is why they dance.

Welcome

Welcome to my blog and Happy New Year!
I am going to use this blog to write down my feelings and deep thoughts and questions that I need someone to tell them to. Thank you for reading them...