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here I am in a little cottage that evokes the energies of my ancestral lands - a cottage on the moors of Cornwall, or on the cliff tops of Ireland or Scotland. It has a hearth. I am a hedge witch {of sorts}. I wear upcycled clothes, patchouli oil and Redback boots. I am a gypsy; an eccentric and a mystic [I often live with a foot in two worlds]. I serve my guests, tea from an old silver teapot. I love Vervain, yarrow, chamomile & mint. Star watcher and Moon gazer. story cloth weaver. keeper of family dreams and wishes. good friend and creator of life. herbal tea drinker and potion maker.


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Friday, August 04, 2006

no apologies


inspired by Tara at paris parfait
* watching yet again - the stupid killing of innocent people. children - just like yours and mine - running, laughing, probably sittting drinking their glass of milk, in a family that loves them - just like you & I love our children. then gone. they cease to exist. what is this thing called war, all about? is it about 'winning' ? is it about who has control? well, I couldn't care less what it is about. It has to stop - our leaders have to do something - they need to take a stand for God's sake. Instead of being too scared of what other countries will think of them. surely they feel the same way, deep inside their souls? Oh, I know I could turn the tv off & ignore the radio and pretend it all isn't happening - but I can feel it in my heart. I make no apologies for feeling like this, no apologies at all.
seems it is being voiced other places as well - ENOUGH and here: daisy

posted by Miss Robyn | 8:54 am

9 Comments:

Blogger Kali said...

Goodmorning Robyn ~ Isn't it just madness?!!
So senseless and cruel. Sad beyond words :(

I loved your TED, how precious is he!
Hooroo for now, and hope you're having weather as nice as ours has been lately.

10:14 am  
Blogger Sherri Williams said...

I'm with you Robym, ENOUGH!! I posted about it this a several days ago. I just get sick about it all.

11:04 am  
Blogger gma said...

Found your site by serendipity...agree profoundly with you. Our leaders seem to be oblivious about those that are dead and dying. Our Prez went on vacation this week.

12:04 pm  
Blogger J C said...

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12:59 pm  
Blogger J C said...

Thanks for your comment on my blog, Miss R. Maybe one day our fearless leaders will wake up...when one of their grandkids gets killed or something tragic that hits close to home. I like your blog and will be back to explore more. BTW that was me that deleted above. I'm half asleep. :)

1:09 pm  
Blogger A bird in the hand said...

My heart is in my mouth everytime I think of it. Sometimes I want to scream.

I cannot believe, cannot believe, cannot believe the powers that be are not lifting a finger.

2:06 pm  
Blogger paris parfait said...

Dear Miss R, thank you for the nod and for giving voice to the frustration you and millions of others feel about the madness of war - no matter where it is on this planet. If only the government leaders would listen to the diplomats and enact a ceasefire. At least that would be a first step, because without dialogue, there's no hope of resolution. Thanks for your lovely heartfelt posts and for inspiring us daily with your compassion and understanding. xo Tara

7:39 pm  
Blogger Tea said...

Beautifully said and so true Miss Robyn.
I want to also shake my fist about all this needless horror from power hungry madmen. How in the world can this all be stopped? What happened to the voice of the people meaning anything?
p.s. I`m so glad I was able to find your blog again and thank you for linking me over.

tea
xo

7:49 pm  
Blogger Pear tree cottage! said...

Your comments here are all very true the sadness is beyond any real idear of what is happening.

what is wrong with the world why do we let neighbours beat up each other...........I could truly bash a few heads myself over this.

The horror of having children bombed how could they do that! how dare they do that! what are they thinking

this is a great blog thank you Robyn.

8:18 pm  

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