tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-336184112007-08-01T23:14:05.692+01:00Charli3noreply@blogger.comBlogger27125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33618411.post-1157160473894164062007-09-02T02:17:00.000+01:002006-09-07T15:30:00.863+01:00

LOVE is the compelling force that moves the muscles of obedience. That primary muscle being the HEART. If you happen to be down oor way pop in an meet a few people here.

Charli3noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33618411.post-61140759941833214472007-02-03T23:52:00.000Z2007-02-11T23:41:44.157Z

MOVED HERE www.ashehasloved.com MY First Web Site!!!

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Alas, it had to happen. I now find myself committed to another blog. I'm leaving the blog of my youth and committing myself to a new one. I'm sorry you were my first love. I will always remember you and shall visit you from time to time. Moved Here.

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Image for website.

Charli3noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33618411.post-90267826962545045972007-01-03T03:47:00.000Z2007-01-03T03:54:44.894Z

I've been working with Monsoon this last month and I have enjoyed it (mostly).But tidying up rails and rails of beautyful clothing has its limits though.The people have been fantastic! For that many people to have such a generosity of spirit, WOW.

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I have for a long time loved Christmas. For a long time it was the best part of the year particularly as a kid and it wasn’t because we got lot’s of gifts because we didn’t as kids. We wanted lots of gifts but we were poor ( I know gets you right there) we were poor but not like the poor in Africa or India or some 3 world place but poor like a lot of other folk. Sometimes poor enough that my Dad

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I was taking a walk through the local cemetery, as you do and breaking my heart at all the sadness, especially the graves of all the young people. Loved one's had placed photographs on the tombstone or beside them. It made it all more tangible. Anyway, the cold winter afternoon silence was only disturbed with the occasional family member tending a grave. Nice eh? Loving, removing all the dead

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MonSoon it come soon.

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A Psalm With fire and vigour, with drive and vitality your Love inhabits my world. I’ve tried with fortitude failed with completeness, to change the unchangeable in me. Why are you so mindful? God of all creation, surely there is nothing that is above you, Surely your Love for me is more than all my failures? His death and resurrection confirms it. Hold me in your arms Father, let me feel

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Vociferous Protean Salubrious

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Life 'n' A RT Sometimes a walk in the park can be life.

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There is something so lovely about butterflies and the things they remind you of. I miss the pleasant times. Can you make a friendship with the butterfly's friend? I wish you could. Must they fly away?

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Nothing like being yourself. Stabbed in the back with an Oscar, it's so sad.

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Jer 15:1 The LORD said to me: Even if Moses and Samuel were here, praying with you, I wouldn't change my mind. So send the people of Judah away. Jer 15:2 And when they ask where they are going, tell them that I, the LORD, have said: Some of you are going to die of horrible diseases. Others are going to die in war or from starvation. The rest will be led away to a foreign country. Jer 15:3 I will

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Well here is the art bit. This is one of my favourites drawings it's called Sleeping Beauty for obvious reasons. I'm going to post more of my drawings here in the hope of getting an honest appraisal about them from ordinary people.

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The first two pictures are of the Glasgow Britannia Theatre. This is where Stan Laurel started his career so the people in the know tell us. The next two are were old meets new. This is were part of the St Enoch's Centre meets the remains of another old picture hall now a renovated commercial premises.

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Bonnie Scotland

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I like movies I’m a fan of the old B/W horror films you saw as a kid. Dracula, Frankenstein, Werewolf and the Mummy. The Mummy movies were more convincing because it was steeped in so much fact and you could see a real “live” one in the Museum at Kelvingrove (Glasgow) I would be transfixed for hours waiting for the bugger to twitch, of course if it did, even by a breeze, you would have been

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Joh 6:68-69 ……"Lord, to whom shall we go? You have the words of eternal life, and we have believed, and have come to know, that you are the Holy One of God." I said something very like it. Yet you couldn’t say a more outrages thing in the eyes of the world. What you mad! Follow this guy you never met or spoken to, all based on this book of writings? Where is his proof? Show me his authority.

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Look no big daft copyright thingemaybob!

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About 3 hours spent in Glasgow's Cathedral amongst many American tourists I managed to produce this.

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After spending a little time looking at professionals particularly a photographer call Uelsmann I produced this..

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Salou, Spain. A lovely summers evening. These were taken last year when my interest in photography was awakened. They are more, right place, right time.

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........... Some More Art ............ The Temperature of Love. A CALLING. A NEED. A DESIRE! A BURNING. A PASSION. A RAGING FIRE! AN UNABLE TO DO WITHOUT. A LIVING . A DYING! A LOSS OF BREATH POUNDING CHEST A FULL HEAD. A FALLING IN LOVE . ...................................................

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