Christmas Time!

Its nearly Christmas time again. I love Christmas it is the best time of year. With the yummy food, the beautiful decorations, where the nights are full of pretty lights that cover all of the houses. Its a time of joy and happiness that should be shared with everyone. This is when everyone should come together and be happy and share the precious joy of family. I love this saying:

What is Christmas? It is tenderness for the past, courage for the present, hope for the future. It is a fervent wish that every cup may overflow with blessings rich and eternal, and that every path may lead to peace.

I hope you all have a Merry christmas filled with happiness, smiles and laughter!!!!!

Last part: ONE WRITERS LIFE

When we arrived home Laddie was waiting as usual with his black and white hair in need of a wash and carrying a toy for me to throw to him. Of course I did and that sent him flying through the air to fetch it. I went inside to find Isabelle crying and mum and dad sitting there expressionless, holding a letter. I took it from her and read it, it read. “Mr Bart Edmond you have been called by the AIF to join the war. You are to leave immediately”. That letter changed my life forever. The next day my beloved father left us. My mother would only talk when it was necessary. My always happy and cheerful sister was no longer happy. I, as a young four year old did not understand why they had taken my daddy away or when he was coming home. Our house became quiet and sad and this continued for two years. Then one fine sunny day a telegram came and that was the day I realized I would see my darling father again. My life from then on seemed to be a blur. Even though I was young it affected me with such force. Mum, Isabelle and I lived with grief in our hearts which none of us could let go of for years. It took me ten years to be able to really live life again and one very special person helped so much. I had gone for a walk one sunny afternoon. There was not a cloud in the sky and it was the most beautiful shade of blue. You could look out across the fields and see the mountains continue further and further into the distance. As I walked I noticed someone standing on the side of the road. As I got closer an easel and canvas came into view and I realized he was painting. He turned to face me and he was ever so handsome. He had dark brown curly hair with the most amazing dimples and dark crystal clear eyes that sent tingles down my spine. My eyes then wandered curiously to his painting. It was perfect, every shadow, colour and object had been captured realistically and beautifully. We had not spoken a word to each other since we met some minutes before. “Hi my name is Clara Jane, your painting is amazing”. I can remember saying after my speechless admiration for his painting. His name was Edward and he was 15. We started to talk, mainly about his painting. From that first meeting a great friendship was formed. We use to lie in the grass and talking about our futures and what we wanted to do. Edward wanted to become a doctor because he loved the idea of being able to save someone’s life. I had never really thought about it. I would be a mother to beautiful children. That is what was expected, but I wanted more than that, I wanted to make a difference in the world. Edward showed me how to live life again and I will never be able to thank him enough. As we grew older we became closer and closer. I found myself wanting to spend every waking moment with him. As I sat and wrote in my journal, I could hear the glorious sound of rain on the roof. I looked out the window and amidst the rain I see a familiar figure running towards the house. I ran and opened the door, Edward Smith was standing there, water running from his beautiful brown curly hair onto his handsome face. His eyes so clear looking into mine and my forever searching eyes had finally found what they were looking for. He bent down on one knee and my heart skipped a beat. “My gorgeous Clara Jane will you marry me?” He said with the softest voice. “Yes, nothing else would make me so happy as to marry you”. I can remember how happy I was that day and how happy he made me feel. We had a spring wedding two years later. With the sweet smell of flowers in the air and wearing my dream dress made out of soft white silk that flowed to the ground and yellow wild flowers in my hair. I walked down the isle looking into the eyes of one very smart looking man in a black and white suit, in front of all my friends and family. After that mum died and left the farm to us. Isabelle found a great man and was once again happy and cheerful. Edward became a doctor like he had always dreamed and we all lived happily ever after.

And as I sit here in the once lonely blue rocking chair looking out across my weeping willow farm writing of my life. I realize how truly lucky I am and I have finally realized that I was placed on this earth to share my life with others through writing. I am a writer.

Part 2: ONE WRITERS LIFE

As you drove up the long, winding path that led to the house, you could see through the window the tall willow trees swaying in the wind. When you arrived at the house my precious dog Laddie would excitedly jump around ready to meet you when you got out. Every time I would stop and look at my house. The sweeping cream veranda, the giant wooden door that I had always found remarkable for the reason that it had a certain charm you could not replace, the silver pitched roof that stood so high and the old blue rocking chair that always sat alone on the verandah. This was my home and I love it for that. When I was two my beautiful sister Isabelle was born and from then on it was Isabelle, Mum, Dad and I, we lived together happily and peacefully on our little farm. I will always remember the date 25^th of June 1914. I was four years old and Isabelle was two. Mum and Dad thought it would be a fabulous to have an outing to the beach. We packed a picnic basket full of delicious treats to eat. Off we drove to the beach, the four of us happily as can be. I can remember how much fun we had getting all sandy and wet. There is this one photo of us, Isabelle’s sitting on mum’s lap right beside dad and I am standing beside them. We look so happy and young, each of us with a smile on our face. We had such fun that day.

Part 1: ONE WRITERS LIFE

For my english assignment we had to right a descriptive story. I thought i would show you all mine. This is your first instalment of ONE WRITERS LIFE by me.

As I sit and watch the cattle graze slowly over the soft, luscious green grass, I wonder what their thinking, whether it is of the bright blue, crystal clear sky that lies over head or the annoying swarm of flies that come by there hundreds this time of year. I think of my glorious life and what I have done… This is, my journey.

They called me Clara-Jane that rainy summer night when I was born. I came into the world with my dark hazel eyes growing, searching and looking for something. My mother always used to say that from the moment I was born she knew I would do great things in life all because of my beaming eyes and later my exquisite smile that could make people happy every time I walked into a room. I grew up in a little country town on weeping willow farm. It was my home and I loved it.

LOVE

Sometimes feelings are hurt , feelings are shared and only sometimes are feeling felt to there most strongest abilities. When this happens, life can feel so easy and sweet and all the worries in the world disappear. This is Love. The power of love in neverending and does not need to be thought of as a risk not worth taking. If you are so lucky to expirience this don't take it for granted. Love is a precious gift and to be loved is the best feeling in the world.

The Magic Of Love

Love is like magic
And it always will be.
For love still remains
Life's sweet mystery!!
Love works in ways
That are wondrous and strange
And there's nothing in life
That love cannot change!!
Love can transform
The most commonplace
Into beauty and splendor
And sweetness and grace.
Love is unselfish,
Understanding and kind,
For it sees with its heart
And not with its mind!!
Love is the answer
That everyone seeks...
Love is the language,
That every heart speaks.
Love can't be bought,
It is priceless and free,
Love, like pure magic,
Is life's sweet mystery!!

- Helen Steiner Rice -

More of My best buddies

As i promised i am now going to write about the rest of my fabulous gang. Who first..... There is this one guy who without having him to talk to and just having around, life would be harder. He is a pretty amazing person. Kevin hope that brings a smile to your face. Next....... Well this person is funny, awesome and so much fun to be around. I have known him forever and Matty u have changed so much. Don't worry that's a good thing!! i get along so well with him and think he is a awesome friend. OK who next...... oh i know, this person u could not forget about. She is so funny and i love her very much!!! Katey i hope u are reading this. She is a great friend and always brings a smile to my face. i also have this one friend Courtney that is so strong. She is the nicest person ever and i love her very much. Wow i am in a very loving mood. Anyway next.... she is sweet, pretty and quiet and i also love her very much. She has been my friend for so long and i hope it stays like that forever. Erica i hop eu like that.Now this friend thinks that he isn't worthy of my friendship. But he deserves more than i can give him. He is quiet but really nice and i think he is a great friend to have. Owen if u are reading this remember u are worth everything. Now lucky last is my absolutely awesome, sweet, hot and so adorable boyfriend Ned. There is this saying " Love is like friendship on fire" and i totally believe that is true!! I am so lucky to have someone so special in my life. As u can see i am so blessed to have such wonderful people in my life.

My best buddies

Well i think best buddies are the best things in the world. Now i promised one of them that i would write about him so i will. Now this one special best buddy is very funny and makes me laugh continually. We have this ongoing joke about where we live. The joke is that because we kinda live in the country that we are corneaters and stuff like that. Anyway my special friend and i are best buddy's and i love having him around. Now jono when u read this , i hope u like it. Next time the rest of my fantastic gang will be included. So don't feel left out.

The important things

Well i have been so busy latey with school work and an ongoing social life. Life is such a interesting thing don't you think? Friends come and go, school becomes harder each year and you slowly realise that you are growing up and life doesn't wait for you to catch up. Everything is going so fast and sometimes it feels like it is all just to much. But you always have to remember what is really important in life. Not people who treat you bad or things that everyone else has and you feel you need it to, but the small things like a smile from a loved one or the evening sunset. These things are the important things. These are the things that keep you living not the latest fashion or the hot new boy at school. So just remember to live life to the max on the small things and the things that really matter.

SMILE

Today one of my friends asked me why i am always happy and so nice to everyone. They couldn't believe that i would be able to just be happy all the time and not lose my temper. This is my answer to that question. When the world can seem so unforgiving, having someone give you a smile or saying a cheery Good morning, can make you feel like everything is not lost. When people treat you the way no one should be treated sometimes there is no need in feeling bad about it because they are not worth forgetting how to smile over. If you forgot how to smile, that is when everything would truly be lost. So whenever you are feeling down remember to smile and everything will feel right again. ( and for anyone that thinks that is cheesey, CHEESY IS AWESOME)

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"A smile can complete an outfit. You might have the perfect shoes, perfect purse, perfect pants, perfect shirt, perfect hair, and perfect everything, but without a smile the outfit isn't complete. Even if you don't think your outfit is great, smile and it will be great."

"A smile can go a long way. One smile can change a person's whole day."

"A SMILE is an inexpensive way to improve your looks."

Kirstie's Corner

The new addition to my bedroom is an old club lounge. I have always wanted a corner in my room that i can just sit, relax and read. As i am a lover of pink i have put a pink pillow and a warm cuddly blanket in pink on it to make the chair look more like me.

Inspiring People

In the eyes of my most loved book characters the world seems so simple and sweet. Every smell, every touch and every word is thought of and cherished. As i sit here writing this, i start to see the world around me as she does. The sweet sound of silence surrounds me with a wave of beauty. With every day that passes i start to believe in what she says. The world we live in has so much to give but isn't always seen. All of the small things are then lost and are hard to find again. But it is in all of us, the special gift to be able to find ones simple joys. So that life doesn't seem so unforgivable and unkind. If each one of us could do that, the world we live in could become a place, people only thought possible in their dreams. The character I was thinking of was Anne from Anne of Green gables. She saw life with such grace that she inspires me do to the same each day.

The Young Artist By Mary Arthur SHE sat among the whisp'ring woods, With wild flowers at her feet, And heard from out the glossy leaves A murmur soft and sweet; Yet not the music or the balm Had stirred the lady's thought- A spell of deeper, fuller power Had there its magic wrought. A vision rose before her, bright As dreams of hope can be, And wakened to a new delight Her fancy bold and free: A dream of fame and glory, When years of toil were flown, When all the weariness was past, And brightness all her own. "I will win a radiant future! It shall glow with colors rare, And the great and noble of the earth Shall pour their tributes there. Oh, is it not a glorious gift, This living, proud desire, That gladdens with its brilliancy, And warms me with its fire. "No wavering doubt shall hold me From the point I hope to win; Nor will I need the world's applause When satisfied within. I will pass through all the shadows That cluster round my way, And only feel the darkness past When reigns for me the day."

Homework, homework and more homework

Well it has been a while since my last blog.... This is because, at school we are coming up to the end of term and it is keeping me pretty occupied. All of the exams and assignments are a lot of work. Today at school I was in art and at the moment we are doing lino printing. Lino printing is a pretty hard and messy part of art and even as I write this now I look at my hands and they are covered in black ink. Anyway I was up to my final print and I really wanted it to work out. As I pulled the paper away from the inked lino block I am amazed to find that it was perfect, not an ink smudge or uneven part to be seen. I was so excited that I showed the teacher. She thought it was brilliant and told me that I had to enter it into an upcoming art competition. How exciting is that. I am so excited!!!! She also told me that I should enter some of my other works of art into the competition. If I win my artwork could be put in one of the art galleries in town. That would be so awesome. If you have a hobby or something that you love to do enjoy every moment of it ....

Life

Life can bring you all kinds of things.... Can't it....
Sometimes the most unlikely , the most unexpected things happen and they effect you in such a way that it is hard to get over it. People are always doing things that are not welcome and you can't help thinking Why???? Why did you do that, Why did you say that or just plain why... Lately things like that have been happening to me. 1. One of my closest friends started to become nasty and mean.. The only thing I can think of to describe this is jealousy. You see there has been some other people hanging out with us and he acts very coldly towards them. For the reason that I get along very well with them and have not been spending as much time with him.. One of the down sides to having lots of friends is that you have to share yourself with a lot of people. Anyway Number 2. When one of your closest friends has done something horrible to you like lie about something very important your not likely to be friends with them anymore. Well what are you suppose to do when that person says sorry. Are you suppose to forgive them???? And act like everything is alright??? I have no idea... Because couldn't they just do it again and you would get hurt all over again. Don't ask me... Anyway other than complaining about everything shouldn't we spend our time thinking about all of the beautiful things in life... Like as the sun sets over the horizon or as a butterfly floats through the wintery air with graceful wings. We should spend our hours here on earth thinking and talking about all of the things we cherish in life and not all of the other stuff. So next time you walk pass some roses stop to smell them.

Girls

Well aren't people interesting... At school I am one of those girls who hangs around with guys. In the group I hang out with, there is only one other girl and lots of boys. That is the way I like it because I get along with boys better than girls most of the time. Anyway other girls say that I flirt with boys. Now a little bit of flirting is alright but when I get one of my best friends( a girl) telling me that the only reason that guys hang out with me is because I insanely flirt with them... that hurts. I treat guys the same way as girls and sometimes think they find that strange. Anyway my mum was the same as me when she was my age so I will just call it genetic. Guys seem to be less complicated and they don't talk about you behind your back. As far as I know anyway. For anyone else out there like me I have learnt that you just have to do what is right for you and don't let any girl or guy every make you feel sad.

Anne of Green Gables

I think, my all time favourite series of books would have to be Anne of Green Gables. I just love how every little detail is explained and Anne has love for anything and everything, which makes everyone around her feel loved and beautiful. Anyway i am up to the 5th book which is called Anne's house of dreams. As i was reading it on the weekend i came to a part where she talked about the sea and the woods and it was so poetic and beautiful that i thought i would share it...

The woods are never solitary, they are filled with whispering, beckoning and friendly life. But the sea is a mighty soul, forever moaning for some great, unshareable sorrow, which shuts it up into itself for all eternity. We can never pierce its infinite
mystery, we may only wander, awed and spell bound, on the outer fringe of it. The woods call to us with a hundred voices, but the sea has only one, a mighty voice that drowns our souls in its majestic music. The woods are human, but the sea is of the company of the archangels.

I thought that was so... as Anne would say romantic that i just had to put it into my blog. I love to think that someone could have such a simple but beautiful out look on life. Anne is such an inspiration to me that I wish that I could be more like her. So I encourage everyone to read Anne of Green Gables so you can be touched by the beautiful words of Anne.

Being a teacher

Today at school I was talking with my friends and I told them that I wanted to be a Prep teacher. The response I got was unbelievable... They said to me that I would have to be crazy to want to teach little terrors like that. For me I think that every child is a little treasure and teaching them I would help them to grow up to be better people. My friends had other opinions... They asked me how I would cope if one of them had a bad family situation or anger problems. I said that I would try and help them in every way possible and they just looked at me like I was mad or something.

I have always been like that, it is just a subject I feel very strongly about. My friends should know I am like that by now because last year there was this boy in my grade that everyone picked on. So of course I took him under my wing. His family had been spilt up when he was a little kid and after that he was put with a foster family. I became friends with him even though my friends disagreed because there was just something inside telling me that I should. Anyway I think that you should always follow your heart where ever it may lead you.

Friends

SOMETHING TO LIVE FOR

BY BLANCHE BENNAIRDE.

OH, give to me a chosen friend;

With whom I may compare

And mingle all my inmost thoughts,

And every pleasure share.

Sometimes, I'd steal away alone

To feast on Learning's page;

Then, Time may fly, I heed him not,

But wish each hour an age.

Yet, give me one true, faithful friend,

Who cares not for my gold,

But loves me with confiding heart,

And is nor bought, nor sold.

I then can go where duty calls;

Can minister to those

On whom Affliction's heavy hand

Hath dealt severest blows.

Or, I can smile and sing with joy,

Where faces all are bright,

And Pleasure sits in regal power,

Dispensing sweet delight.

Then is long life, with one true friend,

A something which I crave;

And thus on earth I'd journey on

With joy, unto the grave.

Today when I was on the net I found this poem from an 1850's Goodey's Lady's book... It really reminded me of how you can have so many different friends, but no-one as special as how they described friends in the poem. You would be a very lucky person if you had someone that you could share all of your closest dreams and thoughts with. Friends are said to be the closest people to you after your family and I think this is absolutely right. Without friends who would tell you if you had a bad hair day or something in your teeth and to have a shoulder to cry on or to share a good joke with... So next time you see your friends give them a hug and tell them what they mean to you.

The Beginning

Well this is a bit surreal for me. I have always wanted to have a blog. I, as the name of this blog describes, am a bookworm.. I just love to read. It is quite funny really because,2 years ago i hated to read, no-one could get me to read a book especially if it was a thick one. Anyway that Christmas, i got a book, it was called Tomorrow when the war began. To be polite I started to read it and found it was really good. From then on i have always read. At school i will sit there and read at lunch and my friends think i am very strange. So for all the readers out there, i say KEEP READING. It will inspire you to follow your dreams where ever they may lead.