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- Victoria, B.C.
- About Me:
- There are so many things I want to explore and experience in God's Universe; understand and appreciate. I feel like I am just a child on the doorstep of this enormous "party" and it is all so magical. I paint in oils and acrylic, and write poetry and journals and research geneology for my family and others.As well , I record audio and visual geneological storys for "storybooks" I publish as keepsakes. Learning and appreciating our past, keeping abreast of the present; and looking to the future is so enervating. My friends are so special to me, I truly make my close friends an important part of my life. They reflect part of me.
- I'm Looking To Connect With...
- I am looking to connect with (wholesome) creatives who can be candid and open, and are not araid to share new ideas ; perhaps to even create a "movement", or several !
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- http://sandrafayad.com/art
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- At 7:29am on March 7, 2010,
The Ancient One said… - FOOTSTEPS OF ANGELS.
When the hours of Day are numbered,
And the voices of the Night
Wake the better soul, that slumbered,
To a holy, calm delight;
Ere the evening lamps are lighted,
And, like phantoms grim and tall,
Shadows from the fitful firelight
Dance upon the parlor wall;
Then the forms of the departed
Enter at the open door;
The beloved, the true-hearted,
Come to visit me once more;
He, the young and strong, who cherished
Noble longings for the strife,
By the roadside fell and perished,
Weary with the march of life!
They, the holy ones and weakly,
Who the cross of suffering bore,
Folded their pale hands so meekly,
Spake with us on earth no more!
And with them the Being Beauteous,
Who unto my youth was given,
More than all things else to love me,
And is now a saint in heaven.
With a slow and noiseless footstep
Comes that messenger divine,
Takes the vacant chair beside me,
Lays her gentle hand in mine.
And she sits and gazes at me
With those deep and tender eyes,
Like the stars, so still and saint-like,
Looking downward from the skies.
Uttered not, yet comprehended,
Is the spirit's voiceless prayer,
Soft rebukes, in blessings ended,
Breathing from her lips of air.
Oh, though oft depressed and lonely,
All my fears are laid aside,
If I but remember only
Such as these have lived and died!
- by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
- At 10:06am on July 28, 2008,
Madeleine Weber said… - now we have two sandras (; Welcome back Sandra.
- At 12:42pm on July 22, 2008,
LarBru said… 
nice very creative.
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