I’ve added my twitter to the sidebar so you can better stalk me and the blends page is half done, you can go give it a look if you fancy. For those who are new it’s here. The ones from last year are all up and have thumbnails, but the underline on the links appears to be causing a weird problem, so ignore any random looking black and/or orange lines, please.

I’m currently working on some craft projects I plan on selling. I had made a blog for that on wp.com, but thats apparently a no no so I’ll have something fixed up soon, probably. Things like hand dyed papers/OOAK* corkboards/ Goddess Dolls and such. Is there anything you think I could do that you’d like to see for sale?

On another note, someone apparently brought me paid time on Flickr. Which is weird. And I have no idea who did it.. but.. cool stuff!

Oh and mum brought me The Children of Hurin… I think thats all I have to say. *ponders*

Oh and Lea, happy birthday. Again. Despite I said so a day early.

* OOAK means ‘One Of A Kind’

PS: Okay. Maybe not. Go check out my new forums:

INTRIGUING MEMORIES.

*pimps*

With proud thanksgiving, a mother for her children,
England mourns for her dead across the sea.
Flesh of her flesh they were, spirit of her spirit,
Fallen in the cause of the free.

Solemn the drums thrill: Death august and royal
Sings sorrow up into immortal spheres.
There is music in the midst of desolation
And a glory that shines upon our tears.

They went with songs to the battle, they were young,
Straight of limb, true of eye, steady and aglow.
They were staunch to the end against odds uncounted,
They fell with their faces to the foe.

They shall grow not old, as we that are left grow old;
Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn.
At the going down of the sun and in the morning
We will remember them.

They mingle not with their laughing comrades again;
They sit no more at familiar tables at home;
They have no lot in our labour of the day-time;
They sleep beyond England’s foam.

But where our desires are and our hopes profound,
Felt as a well-spring that is hidden from sight,
To the innermost heart of their own land they are known
As the stars are known to the Night;

As the stars that shall be bright when we are dust,
Moving in marches upon the heavenly plain,
As the stars that are starry in the time of our darkness,
To the end, to the end, they remain.

Laurence Binyon (1869-1943)

On this day, the 41st anniversary of the Battle of Long Tan. We remember the fallen, and thank them for their services to preserve our way of life. We wish our troops well, and hope they come home whole.

You can find out about the battle here.

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Listening to: Delta Goodrem - Not Me, Not I
via FoxyTunes

So, tada! Nice, clean site thanks to Ardamis.com.

As to what’s new, well for now I’m uploading the new icons, I’ve got some ideas about how I’m going to fix up the blends sections and such, I want them too look better. I think I’ll install lightbox again since I’ve learnt how to wrangle with it a bit better now.

Also, how about a little life update for those who don’t follow my blogs.

I’ve been doing various things over the last few months, notably a heck of a lot of RPing and research on some things. Marauders Life restarted just the other week and we’ve been at it. I love ML, though admittedly this is the third time we’ve restarted, and Sammy and I kind of managed to get Bellatrix and Rodolphus kicked out of Hogwarts within an all time record of three school days approximately. So much for going slow.

Those I get the distinct feeling some of the chaos was induced by the fact Sammy and I were finally talking on microphones and were plotting - therefore Krista and Jamie had no idea what so ever we were up to until it happened. It just so happened we blew up a few students and castle parts. Namely the great hall.

But a lot has been going on over there, it’s quite fun, actually.

I’ve also been keeping track of the dreaded Strikethrough 07. That wasn’t the most pleasant situation I’ve ever been unfortunate enough to watch, especially with company representatives openly mocking it’s user base. As a person who enjoyed livejournal enough to pay for an account since two months after I joined, I was utterly appalled, though I admit not too shocked as this was some time in from the beginning of the pissing contest. It is needless to say that I have moved, and may possibly just blog here, if I find any other sites lacking. Though I am quite enjoying greatest journal (which I was already a member of for ages anyways) and insane journal, though neither is exactly what I loved about LJ, and that makes me lonesome some, but you can’t win them all.

In other news my mother need to grow up. And she knows where this is, so:

MUM IF YOU READ THIS PLEASE NOTE THAT IT IS UTTERLY IMMATURE TO REFUSE TO GO TO CHRISTMAS DINNER MERELY BECAUSE YOU DO NOT LIKE YOUR UNCLES WIFE. JONE IS MOST CERTAINLY NOT GOING TO BE THE ONLY PERSON THERE AND FRANKLY I’M A WITCH, I DON’T CELEBRATE CHRISTMAS ANYMORE PERSONALLY, AND I’M GOING WITHOUT COMPLAINING. PLEASE JUST GROW UP.

That said she’ll probably only notice this next July.

Uh yeah, it’s late. I need to go. I’ll finish with some more stuff soon, I promise. And also? Sometimes I upload without adding it here. it’s bad of me and I’m sorry.

P.S. Theres like 60 new Harry Potter Icons or so.

If this is the first time you’ve been here for a while you might notice two things, one we have a new layout, it’s called the Book of Life and two there is an ad down the bottom of the page. The layout was a long time in coming and is I think my best thus far, I got the idea from Autumn Pixels a few months ago and it kind of stuck, the name, I think I got from Enya.

The ad bar, just below the layout is there in the hopes that this site will eventually come to pay for itself, I can’t offer incentives for people to click them but if you see something that interests you or you just want to help me earm some cash, feel free to click on the ads.

I’ve also opened a Cafepress store for the domain: Crowned Meadow’s Ye Olde Shoppe, there you can find original designs by yours truely. All funds go to keeping me feed and internetted and such, so uhmn. buy something, if you can

I seem to have abandoned LJ somewhat, which is both bad and good, I’ve had more time just to be myself, to sit outside and such. I do love all my lj friends and stuff though and to any of them that see this, I’m sorry I haven’t been around.

I need to talk to my hostees, I haven’t heard anything from them recently, with the exception of Steven and I think that Ellie is still having problems with her ftp though I’m not sure why, so I’ll have to work that out, but it works fine for me which is really odd

I’ve also started work on an Environmental/Metaphysical/Spiritual and Paranormal webzine and if anyone is interested in being staff they should comment here or email me. Oh and I think I can update more often now, so keep watching.

There are 37 Van Helsing icons that I’ve added and there might be more icons later, I’m working on a batch of Spirit: Stallion of the Cimarron ones, I hope everyone had a good holiday and has a Happy New Year

I’ll try to be around more, sorry about that.

Anyways, I’ve got thirty icons for the Vernal(spring)(also called the Eostre or Ostara) Equinox. If you don’t know what that is, weres an explaination:

Most modern sources describe Eostre’s festival as a celebration of the Spring Equinox. Bede, however, never stated this. Eostremonath is a lunar month, and as it starts with the new moon, can begin on a variety of possible dates. Since the Spring Equinox falls on a single date in March, Eostremonath cannot be associated directly with the Spring Equinox.

The association of Eostre with the Spring Equinox is important in neopagan belief as part of the Wheel of the Year. Neopagan celebrations of the Equinoxes involve goddesses from diverse cultures.

Basically its the spring celebration for us pagans

Have a good night!

What have I learnt in a year? What have we all? I’ve found myself and lost myself again, a year ago today was a very painful time for me, my Dad (grandfather) was not long dead and I felt the most pure form of pain I ever had. For a while I hurt, then I was numb, there is only so much contentment you can find in a grieving family, and yes it still hurts like the worst thing I’ve ever felt.

Daddy was more then a grandfather to me, he was a father, a friend, a comrad, a mentor, a teacher, a listener, my kin, my heart and everything I ever had known. Out of all the death in my life, his affected me more then any other, I thought he would always be there. Like the old river gums on the banks of the lachlan. I wish he never died, he wasn’t that old, he didn’t deserve it.

But death is not the final aspect of life, my Daddy believed in a lot of things, though he was catholic like most of my family I consider him more of a seeker then anything else. He believed that the soul was an ageless thing, reincarnating until all of lives lessons had been learnt. He believed in the earth, in nature, in our own powers. That religion was a personal thing and need not be classified as the three biggest, Christianity, Muslim and Jewish.

Am I any wiser for knowing him? Well I would like to think I am. Death is not the end all of life, but a new begginning.

Faith is something that should unite us, not divide us. In this world, you’re faith can be why you’re hurt, hated, abused, mocked and so many other things. It shouldn’t be though.

What else have I learned this year?

I’ve learnt that my friends are some of the most beautiful and kind people in the world, I’ve also learnt who my true friends are. I’ve learnt it’s okay to come out of the broom closet, to be myself.

Let me state this loud and clear;

I. AM. A. PAGAN. A Witch, actually.

*sees all the people hiding*

I hate that ‘witch’ is a bad word to most, it feels so beautiful to call myself that. There was a time when witch meant healer, wise one and so many other positive things, but you see fear twists peoples minds against things, and certain religions are good at fear.

I’m not saying I don’t believe in Jesus, but I don’t believe he was God. He was a very wise man with a good heart. Folks, whatever happened to ‘Love thy neighbour’? Jesus didn’t say ‘love thy neighbour if it suits.’ Or is that optional in todays world?

Whatelse have I learnt?

I’ve gotten better at design, I’ve learnt wordpress, I’ve learnt to hold my temper more often then not, I’ve learnt nothing is solved through pain and suffering.

What have you learnt?

Well, the school holidays have come and gone again, and its getting deathly cold, because its you know, winter, despite popular belief it actually gets incredibly cold in Australia in the winter.
I haven’t been doing much, I know and I appolguise, I’ve been busy and thus a lot of stuff
remains incomplete.

I’ve been doing a fair but of writing, and will probably get around to fixing the writing section up soon. Most of it is fanfiction of the Harry Potter kind, which is my favorite kind, infact, LotR fanfiction is hard to write, because… well my fellow LotR fans are scarier then my fellow HP fan ^^.

I’m currently planning to write a chapter story on Bellatrix Black-Lestrange’s life, it’s called “Roses in December.” It’ll be from birthto death and have different ratings per chapter, I suppose. Links to everything will go in the writing section and on here when it goes up.

Also, you might wanna grab a look under icons, there should be new ones.

I wont be doing much on here this week, my friend Kate died
and her funeral is on friday.   :’(

We have a new hostee, my friend Bree and her site Black Poppit,
which I’m helping her get into the swing of things.