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About Me:: Iam a mother of two boys, living in a small coastal community on the East Coast of Australia. I love the beach,( especially when there is a storm coming)tree hugger from way back, I run a local youth group for displaced kids, collect weird plants, make jewlery, stongly believe in the law of attraction. Iam usually shy a quiet and peaceful person unless someone really gets my goat up then anything goes.( No physical violence though, not into that either)

Hobbies: collecting weird plants, reading, crafting, gardening, I enjoy meeting interesting people

Heroes: Ambulance Drivers and firefighters. People who give their all and expect nothing in return.

Likes: Winter, roast dinners, swimming in the rain and walking on the beach when it is raining, collecting unusual bits and pieces from nature, playing pool,
singing at the top of my lungs in the car with the music turned right up so I can't hear how bad I sound. cheese, milk, op- shop browsing

Dislikes: back stabbing people, people with over inflated egos, sardines, smoked cod, violence, litter bugs, spiders and snakes, badd dreams, being that sick that I can't fend for myself or look after my family

At 3:56pm on November 6, 2009, Fallenfairy said…: ~Magickal Graphics~ Hugs,
Fallenfairy

At 1:11pm on October 20, 2009, Fallenfairy said…: Go to geminimoon.net for more Pagan graphics!

At 9:35pm on June 21, 2009, Gwendolynn said…: Summer Sun

Great is the sun, and wide he goes
Through empty heaven with repose;
And in the blue and glowing days
More thick than rain he showers his rays.

Though closer still the blinds we pull
To keep the shady parlour cool,
Yet he will find a chink or two
To slip his golden fingers through.

The dusty attic spider-clad
He, through the keyhole, maketh glad;
And through the broken edge of tiles
Into the laddered hay-loft smiles.

Meantime his golden face around
He bares to all the garden ground,
And sheds a warm and glittering look
Among the ivy's inmost nook.

Above the hills, along the blue,
Round the bright air with footing true,
To please the child, to paint the rose,
The gardener of the World, he goes.

by Robert Louis Stevenson

May the warmth of his golden rays
Spread magic brightly through your days.
In Honour of Alban Hefin (the Summer Solstice/Litha)
Love and Hugs, Gwen