This is me. Things that i like are the things that I like because they are all about me.
I like...walking in the rain.
I like....angry seas.
I like the wind that blows through the trees.
I like the seasons that come and go and bring with them change.
I like..... thunderstorms, clouds, the feel of grass under my feet.
I like .....cathedrals and churches, art galleries, jackson Pollock, marmite on toast.
I love my children, I love my family and close friends.
I like....birdsong,new life, families.
I love the sound of strings, music to feed the soul.
I like silence.
I like....culture.
I like the differences between people.
I like....loud music, especially when I'm driving and the sun shines.
I like singing out loud around the home.
I like....the sound of laughter, eyes that smile.
I like goodness within people.
I like ....a spiders web in the morning dew.
I like ....good short strong coffee.
I like....old black and white movies.
I like....sunrise and sunset.
I like....oversized jumpers.
I like trees and cranes.
I like....pyjama days.
I like Sunday mornings in bed.
I like....you.
Wednesday, 11 January 2012
Why does there have to be a title?
Friday, 3 April 2009 at 22:01
It's a little chilly but the sun is high and the waves are lapping at my feet.Tiny waves but i'm sure pygmy gremlins could ride them with pleasure.
It's almost deserted, a few elderly ladies deep in conversation, no doubt important to them.A man is talking to a woman on a bench, his dog looks impatient, clearly wants to romp in the sea but his leash prevents this.
The sun is at 2 o' clock so I guess I can sit for hours if I so choose ( I will have to move my arse though, the waves will catch me in around 10 minutes).
How perfect is that sight? You know, the sun glistening on the waves as far as the eye can see. How complete I feel whenever I am at the waters edge. A deep breath and all is well in the world ( well, for a moment in time at least ).
Over and over, pebbles washed, all the life forms beneath the surface. Oysters are farmed here you know, famous for them.
Times up....wet feet. Hahahahaha.
It's almost deserted, a few elderly ladies deep in conversation, no doubt important to them.A man is talking to a woman on a bench, his dog looks impatient, clearly wants to romp in the sea but his leash prevents this.
The sun is at 2 o' clock so I guess I can sit for hours if I so choose ( I will have to move my arse though, the waves will catch me in around 10 minutes).
How perfect is that sight? You know, the sun glistening on the waves as far as the eye can see. How complete I feel whenever I am at the waters edge. A deep breath and all is well in the world ( well, for a moment in time at least ).
Over and over, pebbles washed, all the life forms beneath the surface. Oysters are farmed here you know, famous for them.
Times up....wet feet. Hahahahaha.
Death; The End;or The Beginning?
Friday, 26 June 2009 at 09:48
People die all day long, 24/7 but we don't think about it because we have no knowledge of them in our lives.
Death;
Death comes to us all as we well know, is sudden death the best option?
If we had a date on a calender circled "This is your last day" would we fear the day arriving, would we decide that therefore we have to live our lives here and now and stop "putting off til tomorrow?"
Does the death of someone close to our heart (no matter the distance) make us re-evaluate our time spent here on this earth?
Should we fear death? No, death is a part of being, and to fear it is wasted, for it will come one day whether we expect it through illness or suddenly whilst walking in the park.
So, is death really just the beginning of a newness in spirit? No matter who you pray to, what your beliefs are we will all leave one day, the point of life is here and now, to be the best that we can be, to pass on wisdom and goodness, maybe to save someone from themselves in times of despair, maybe to be saved and to pass on that goodness to another lost soul.
So; is death the end?
I think not. Death is the beginning of another learning in spirit, a place of peace and calm.
Death;
Death comes to us all as we well know, is sudden death the best option?
If we had a date on a calender circled "This is your last day" would we fear the day arriving, would we decide that therefore we have to live our lives here and now and stop "putting off til tomorrow?"
Does the death of someone close to our heart (no matter the distance) make us re-evaluate our time spent here on this earth?
Should we fear death? No, death is a part of being, and to fear it is wasted, for it will come one day whether we expect it through illness or suddenly whilst walking in the park.
So, is death really just the beginning of a newness in spirit? No matter who you pray to, what your beliefs are we will all leave one day, the point of life is here and now, to be the best that we can be, to pass on wisdom and goodness, maybe to save someone from themselves in times of despair, maybe to be saved and to pass on that goodness to another lost soul.
So; is death the end?
I think not. Death is the beginning of another learning in spirit, a place of peace and calm.
Lost Souls
Friday, 30 October 2009 at 19:39
A friend of mine lost a friend of theirs yesterday. The person was lost to a life of drugs.
I wrote this for him and I'm sharing it with you because we all know a
"Lost Soul"
For the soul that was lost,
Shed your tears.
For the soul that was lost,
Share your fears.
For the souls that have passed,
Smile, and be proud,
For they crossed your path,
But are now passed and found.
I wrote this for him and I'm sharing it with you because we all know a
"Lost Soul"
For the soul that was lost,
Shed your tears.
For the soul that was lost,
Share your fears.
For the souls that have passed,
Smile, and be proud,
For they crossed your path,
But are now passed and found.
To Love
Tina Allman on Friday, 22 January 2010 at 22:40
To love,
To want,
To know.
Do you truly know what's in your heart?
What is it that puts fear in you?
If you truly love, why do you throw it away?
When you can be immensely happy within your soul, when you smile with just a thought, why turn your back?
Is the fear of loving and losing greater than the pleasure found within yourself?
Love!
Love?
Does great love even exist?
Is complacency the best love that we can hope to find?
Are you ready to settle for easy?
To want,
To know.
Do you truly know what's in your heart?
What is it that puts fear in you?
If you truly love, why do you throw it away?
When you can be immensely happy within your soul, when you smile with just a thought, why turn your back?
Is the fear of loving and losing greater than the pleasure found within yourself?
Love!
Love?
Does great love even exist?
Is complacency the best love that we can hope to find?
Are you ready to settle for easy?
Me, you, them, us.
by Tina Allman on Thursday, 11 February 2010 at 14:07
Find a mirror. Stop.
What do you see?
Is that me, you, them us?
Look past the vision you see,
Look deep into the soul, What is that?
No, no, bypass the organs, go deep, as deep as is possible without drowning.
Close your eyes,
Feel the warmth,
See the light?
Have you found yourself swimming in the pool of life?
Take it.
Take it, It's being offered without clause, without expectation.
It's given freely, use it wisely for it belongs to no-one but me, you, them, us....
It's your life.
Live it,
Love it.
Don't wait, because you will wait too long and the light will go out.
What do you see?
Is that me, you, them us?
Look past the vision you see,
Look deep into the soul, What is that?
No, no, bypass the organs, go deep, as deep as is possible without drowning.
Close your eyes,
Feel the warmth,
See the light?
Have you found yourself swimming in the pool of life?
Take it.
Take it, It's being offered without clause, without expectation.
It's given freely, use it wisely for it belongs to no-one but me, you, them, us....
It's your life.
Live it,
Love it.
Don't wait, because you will wait too long and the light will go out.
The Beautiful Blue
by Tina Allman on Wednesday, 1 September 2010 at 22:28
Ah bless, the sound of the gulls; always fills me with contentment.
I'm sitting here on the pier, my feet dangling in someone's battered blue boat and it's perfect.
The light is fading so I guess I wont have long.
Sludge. The tide is slowly creeping in and I almost want to jump in just to see how deep I would go but how the hell would I get out again?
I would definitely lose my sneakers. hahahahaha .
A few people are crab fishing but that's it.
Just me, the gulls and the gentle sound of the sea as it gently laps against the boats.
Engine, someone just coming in on their little boat. Wonder if they were fishing? For?
Haha, There's the wave that follows.
How simple life is when at the water's edge. The most calming place and always where my heart feels happy. Where's your happy place?
I don't want to leave but dusk is falling and it really will be too dark to sit with my feet dangling in this beautiful blue boat any longer.
What do you think the gulls say to each other?
Guess the fishermen will be out early hours to cast their nets for the day. The simple life, wouldn't we all wish for one of those.
Slightly chilly right now and my arse is feeling it sitting on this cold metal pier but the boat draws me in.
Stay a while longer, it says.
Dangle your feet in my beautiful blue.
Thankyou for your hospitality, say I,
And yes, beautiful blue, I should be happy to spend my time with you.
Maybe 5 more, then I really must leave,
But return with pleasure and see,
If you should happen to be moored against the pier,
So my feet may dangle once more my dear.
Farewell my beautiful blue,
Till the next time, although;
I fear our paths shall never again cross.....
Yesterday
Yesterday on Monday 1/11/2010 with camera in hand, I took a step back in time to a forgotton place, sitting silently in the past. I wandered around these old premises full of curiosities abandoned, and was captivated by the lives they had left behind.
I continued my journey past the canal and through the cemetary to a calm peaceful silence that is somehow comforting.
Why is it that a cemetary full of decomposed corpses exudes peace and calm?
Maybe because it's the place we lay to rest as our soul continues on it's journey.
I continued my journey past the canal and through the cemetary to a calm peaceful silence that is somehow comforting.
Why is it that a cemetary full of decomposed corpses exudes peace and calm?
Maybe because it's the place we lay to rest as our soul continues on it's journey.
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Ransford Thomas wow hun they are amazing photo's full of Mystery and Intrigue but at the same time so peaceful
They must have given you pure pleasure :-) xx
2 November 2010 at 20:40 · ·1
Susan Oliver Tina beautifull you should write a book with pics, You have a good eye and a way with words a true artist xxxx
3 November 2010 at 17:57 ·
Elizabeth Begley.
Betty Begley from Glasgow with a soft voice, slight frame, blue eyes and the blondest of hair.
The girl I met when I was merely 15?
The girl who introduced me to snakebite.
The girl who was the first girl I knew with tattoos.
The girl who my brother loved and married, bore three children with and stayed friends with after the divorce.
I am so sorry that you left without having said goodbye.
I am so sorry that your body was ravaged by that vile disease.
I am so sorry that your children are left feeling numb and not quite sure what they are supposed to do next.
I am so sorry that the next time I see you, will be at a service and you will be inside a wooden box.
I am happy that you no longer have to be here, in pain, knowing that there is no return to life.
I am happy that your loved one's no longer have to awaken daily wondering "will today be the day?"
I am happy that everyone will have fond memories of you, moments shared together that eventually they will smile over.
I know that you will be happy in spirit.
I know that you will always be around your children and will watch your grandchildren grow.
I know that life goes on.
Stay safe Betty Begley.
I guess one day we will catch up with each other.
The girl I met when I was merely 15?
The girl who introduced me to snakebite.
The girl who was the first girl I knew with tattoos.
The girl who my brother loved and married, bore three children with and stayed friends with after the divorce.
I am so sorry that you left without having said goodbye.
I am so sorry that your body was ravaged by that vile disease.
I am so sorry that your children are left feeling numb and not quite sure what they are supposed to do next.
I am so sorry that the next time I see you, will be at a service and you will be inside a wooden box.
I am happy that you no longer have to be here, in pain, knowing that there is no return to life.
I am happy that your loved one's no longer have to awaken daily wondering "will today be the day?"
I am happy that everyone will have fond memories of you, moments shared together that eventually they will smile over.
I know that you will be happy in spirit.
I know that you will always be around your children and will watch your grandchildren grow.
I know that life goes on.
Stay safe Betty Begley.
I guess one day we will catch up with each other.
Sunday 10.4.11 14:23
I watch her in the afternoon sun; outstretched on the hard concrete, rolling her skinny body to feel the heat on all sides.
Her beautiful big yellow eyes against the shiny black fur, which somehow changes to dark chocolate as the sun catches her.
She moves to where I am seated, the stone slab supported either end with a lion, seated calmly with a mane flowing gently on his shoulder's.
She rubs herself against my leg, a little acknowledgement that she loves me and is happy to sit with me.
A queen bee buzzes in and around the dense hedgerow that is in need of a good trim. There's a cocophony of birdsong. I would tell you who sang what but alas I would be dishonest to pretend. But it sounds good.
She comes for some loving; her warm fur littered with grit and settles herself beside me, outstretched and content.
It's peaceful.
Fifi Miu Miu Fontainebleu
Her beautiful big yellow eyes against the shiny black fur, which somehow changes to dark chocolate as the sun catches her.
She moves to where I am seated, the stone slab supported either end with a lion, seated calmly with a mane flowing gently on his shoulder's.
She rubs herself against my leg, a little acknowledgement that she loves me and is happy to sit with me.
A queen bee buzzes in and around the dense hedgerow that is in need of a good trim. There's a cocophony of birdsong. I would tell you who sang what but alas I would be dishonest to pretend. But it sounds good.
She comes for some loving; her warm fur littered with grit and settles herself beside me, outstretched and content.
It's peaceful.
Fifi Miu Miu Fontainebleu- Tina Allman Thankyou darling. You are very sweet. How are you. Please let's get together for drinks.xxxx10 April 2011 at 20:53 ·
Justification?
Well, I guess we have all seen and heard the riots in Tottenham last night. Worth it?
The "friends" of the killed man obviously thought destroying a town, community and lives of people that had absolutely nothing to do with the event, was justification for a man's life.
People have lost their home, business, their lives are in turmoil for how long? Many of these people have no hope of rebuilding their lives, no personal insurance, low incomes. They have lost so many personal belongings that cannot ever be replaced with money.
The news reflects the impact this has had on the local community, but in the months to come, people who were forced to lose their homes and livelihood last night will still be struggling to rebuild their lives.
Is this justification for a man shot dead by police? A man armed with a gun who for whatever reason fired and shot a policeman?
I wasn't there; I can't speak for the dead man or the police but I'm sure this young man's mother is not feeling less pain from the events of last night; indeed I'm sure it has only intensified her grieving.
Comments please; I'm sure we all have a point of view.
Sunday, 7 August 2011 at 09:51
The "friends" of the killed man obviously thought destroying a town, community and lives of people that had absolutely nothing to do with the event, was justification for a man's life.
People have lost their home, business, their lives are in turmoil for how long? Many of these people have no hope of rebuilding their lives, no personal insurance, low incomes. They have lost so many personal belongings that cannot ever be replaced with money.
The news reflects the impact this has had on the local community, but in the months to come, people who were forced to lose their homes and livelihood last night will still be struggling to rebuild their lives.
Is this justification for a man shot dead by police? A man armed with a gun who for whatever reason fired and shot a policeman?
I wasn't there; I can't speak for the dead man or the police but I'm sure this young man's mother is not feeling less pain from the events of last night; indeed I'm sure it has only intensified her grieving.
Comments please; I'm sure we all have a point of view.
Sunday, 7 August 2011 at 09:51
Mumsie Hazel
Mumsie Hazel
by Tina Allman on Sunday, 6 November 2011 at 11:59
I can only see you with your smile because you were never without it.
Your girly laugh that was so infectious,
Your sense of adventure and fun.
Your gentle touch that warmed the souls of everyone that knew you,
Your kindness that never left you.
Your ability to notice what others missed,
Your overwhelming love for your family and friends.
You always found the good and ran with it,
You always filled our hearts.
I know you're not far, stay safe.
Best Friends
Best Friends
Angel in flight.
Your girly laugh that was so infectious,
Your sense of adventure and fun.
Your gentle touch that warmed the souls of everyone that knew you,
Your kindness that never left you.
Your ability to notice what others missed,
Your overwhelming love for your family and friends.
You always found the good and ran with it,
You always filled our hearts.
I know you're not far, stay safe.
Best FriendsBest FriendsAngel in flight.
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