“I have faith in God!

I have faith in my guardian angel who brought me here and who stays here with me.”


I do not remember where I read this but this has stayed with me stuck on a post it, above my study for a few years now. And when I am down this sure pulls me up. It’s difficult to always have that faith but once I try and believe in it I just leave everything on I don’t know, destiny?



“Would ‘sorry’ have made any difference? Does it ever? It’s just a word. One word against a thousand actions.”

-Sarah Ockler.

“Apologies are great, but they don’t really change anything. You know what does? Action.

-Stella Young.


It’s always difficult for me to forgive people so do I justify myself here?

Come back to me


When spring unfolds the beechen leaf, and sap is in the bough;

When light is on the wild wood stream, and wind is on the brow;

When stride is long and breath is deep, and keen the mountain air,

Coma back to me! Come back to me and say my land is fair!


When spring is come to garth and field, and corn is in the blade;

When blossom like a shining snow is on the orchard laid;

When shower and sun upon the earth with fragrance fill the air,

I’ll linger here and will not come, because my land is fair.


When summer lies upon the world, and in a noon of gold

Beneath the roof of sleeping leaves the dreams of trees unfold;

When woodland halls are green and cool, and wind is in the west,

Come back to me! Come back to me and say my land is best.


When summer warms the hanging fruit and burns the berry brown;

When straw is gold, and ear is white, and harvest comes to town;

When honey spills and apple swells, though wind be in the west,

I’ll linger here beneath the sun, because my land is best.


When winter comes, the winter wild that hill and wood shall slay;

When trees shall fall and starless night devour the sunless day;

When wind is in the deadly east, then in the bitter rain,

I’ll look for thee and call to thee; I’ll come to thee again!


When winter comes and singing ends; when darkness falls at last;

When broken is the barren bough and light and labour past;

I’ll look for thee, and wait for thee, until we meet again:

Together we will take the road beneath the bitter rain!

Together we will take the road that leads into the west,

And far away will find a land where both our hearts may rest.


The Lord of the Rings



"I think Therefore I am" -Cogito Ergo Sum

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