#marthi is tired

[marthiandy28]

can i go back to elementary days senior high is overrated

[quote-bomber]

NIGHT AND MORNING

By Lord Dunsany

Once in an arbour of the gods above the fields of twilight Night wandering alone came suddenly on Morning. Then Night drew from his face his cloak of dark grey mists and said: "See, I am Night," and they two sitting in that arbour of the gods, Night told wondrous stories of old mysterious happenings in the dark. And Morning sat and wondered, gazing into the face of Night and at his wreath of stars. And Morning told how the rains of Snamarthis smoked in the plain, but Night told how Snamarthis held riot in the dark, with revelry and drinking and tales told by kings, till all the hosts of Meenath crept against it and the lights went out and there arose the din of arms or ever Morning came. And Night told how Sindana the beggar had dreamed that he was a King, and Morning told how she had seen Sindana find suddenly an army in the plain, and how he had gone to it thinking he was King and the army had believed him, and Sindana now ruled over Marthis and Targadrides, Dynath, Zahn, and Tumeida. And most Night loved to tell of Assarnees, whose ruins are scant memories on the desert's edge, but Morning told of the twin cities of Nardis and Timaut that lorded over the plain. And Night told terribly of what Mynandes found when he walked through his own city in the dark. And ever at the elbow of regal Night whispers arose saying: "Tell Morning this."

And ever Night told and ever Morning wondered. And Night spake on, and told what the dead had done when they came in the darkness on the King that had led them into battle once. And Night knew who slew Darnex and how it was done. Moreover, he told why the seven Kings tortured Sydatheris and what Sydatheris said just at the last, and how the Kings went forth and took their lives.

And Night told whose blood had stained the marble steps that lead to the temple in Ozahn, and why the skull within it wears a golden crown, and whose soul is in the wolf that howls in the dark against the city. And Night knew whither the tigers go out of the Irasian desert and the place where they meet together, and who speaks to them and what she says and why. And he told why human teeth had bitten the iron hinge in the great gate that swings in the walls of Mondas, and who came up out of the marsh alone in the darktime and demanded audience of the King and told the King a lie, and how the King, believing it, went down into the vaults of his palace and found only toads and snakes, who slew the King. And he told of ventures in palace towers in the quiet, and knew the spell whereby a man might send the light of the moon right into the soul of his foe. And Night spoke of the forest and the stirring of shadows and soft feet pattering and peering eyes, and of the fear that sits behind the trees taking to itself the shape of something crouched to spring.

But far under that arbour of the gods down on the earth the mountain peak Mondana looked Morning in the eyes and forsook his allegiance to Night, and one by one the lesser hills about Mondana's knees greeted the Morning. And all the while in the plains the shapes of cities came looming out of the dusk. And Kongros stood forth with all her pinnacles, and the winged figure of Poesy carved upon the eastern portal of her gate, and the squat figure of Avarice carved facing it upon the west; and the bat began to tire of going up and down her streets, and already the owl was home. And the dark lions went up out of the plain back to their caves again. Not as yet shone any dew upon the spider's snare nor came the sound of any insects stirring or bird of the day, and full allegiance all the valleys owned still to their Lord the Night. Yet earth was preparing for another ruler, and kingdom by kingdom she stole away from Night, and there marched through the dreams of men a million heralds that cried with the voice of the cock: "Lo! Morning come behind us." But in that arbour of the gods above the fields of twilight the star wreath was paling about the head of Night, and ever more wonderful on Morning's brow appeared the mark of power. And at the moment when the camp fires pale and the smoke goes grey to the sky, and camels sniff the dawn, suddenly Morning forgot Night. And out of that arbour of the gods, and away to the haunts of the dark, Night with his swart cloak slunk away; and Morning placed her hand upon the mists and drew them upward and revealed the earth, and drove the shadows before her, and they followed Night. And suddenly the mystery quitted haunting shapes, and an old glamour was gone, and far and wide over the fields of earth a new splendour arose.

[womanonfire-1]

Rumpelstiltskin will weave you gold — I don't remember the whole story anymore: what I do know is if you leave somebody in a white room long enough they are going to start spinning gold in talents and value: because what you are born to do has value even though it might look insignificant to some people... Dare I say: ask the plumber? You are tired because you are busy with the right stuff. Life is hard: every day and every step forward should be a celebration! Sometimes #Hope is the hardest thing to find in a broken World -until you look up. Yes- there is always a mountain and also a view from the top. Many times I thought of giving up: music, nursing, talking a lot, doing a lot. But then somebody phones, knocks, touches your world: and I know I am making a difference! That God has a sense of humor and challenging timing! I find that it is in the silence I find more answers. Now to shut-up and listen. Do you see the picture? Its a family drinking tea- but also inspiring a song, a show, the knitting and creation of tea cozies (with love) behind doors in white rooms: like all the other people who are part of my life: math lessons, hairdressers, illustrators of books, guitarists, vocal lessons... the list goes on- a really mixed up bunch of rumpelstiltskin-people! YOU are making it happen too! It is not just up to people wearing crowns and titles... Here's the lyrics I wrote based on a Michelle Obama speech with her visit to South Adrica(follow link below for song): "I am the future 25 August 2011 V1: Will I make a difference, can I pay the price? There’s so much work to do, Mountains to climb Looking for answers, looking for leaders Looking for someone to believe V2: There’s so much good to fight for, history to be made We can be the generation to transform and build Wipe out world hunger, bring prosperity and peace Bring and end and heal HIV V3: If suffering is not your own, nor the problems of the world Never underestimate the influence you can have History showed courage, bought with sacrifice and love History’s shown hope is contagious Chorus: I am a leader, I am the future I am the one that you depend on to make the (at Marthie- Inspirational Speaker)

[womanonfire-1]

I want to be like Elijah V1 I want to be like Elijah He open the Jordan river Just passing by Just with a rolled op cloak And a belief in Yes He believed in God Pre-chorus: Elijah went to heaven With chariots of fire And smoke blazing With horses from heaven In a whirlwind, in a whirlwind Of fire Chorus: And all of us who stay behind Were left alone Witness to your life and living Witness to the man of God And said I want to be like Elijah I want to be like that man I want to be like Elijah I want to be like that man V2. I want to be like Elijah When he prayed for fire All the water burned up He prayed there was a speck on the horizon And it rained and then it rained showers V3. I want to be like Elijah He was tired and weary in the dessert ready to die And angel came and fed him wine and bread Wine and bread for weary men Bridge. Now God was not in the strong wind No God was not in the earthquake either No God was not in the fire He was in the whisper of the night So cover your face and do believe Because ‘God I am’ is passing by. God Almighty is asking: “what are you doing here Elijah? what are you doing here Elijah?” Like & Subscribe to Newsletter: https://www.facebook.com/WomanOnFire101/ Buy music: http://www.cdbaby.com/cd/thinkmusic12 I want to be like Elijah-Marthie Nel Hauptfleisch-Woman On Fire https://youtu.be/pVfjt6TYZR8 Thank you Adriennebailliestewart for picture (at Marthie- Inspirational Speaker)

[womanonfire-1]

Have you found your donkey yet? — In my case it would be a piano. Be careful looking for what you most treasure because you might find yourself a kingdom of which YOU are wearing the crown of. You have a mission, God has a plan for your life and it is a plan only you can finish. (1Sam9) It was never about the donkeys anyway or the travelers tired dusty feet after a long journey: more about finding what on Earth you are here for: purpose, purpose, purpose. I did find a piano and a donkey: at the Drostdy Theatre last Friday night at Namakwaland storytellers debut show: Danneline Ramsden and you can come and watch the donkey sing too 😳🤣 on the 25th of November... Geseënde Kersfees is the highlight of the year: because it celebrates family and friends(you choose). 25 November(#LittleChristmas- because nobody has time for it in December!) Oh- I added an afternoon show 3pm for people who don't want to travel at night and for the kids! I even have a santa! 🎄🎅(Now what I am going to purpose him for is a drumroll away...) So expect bells and whistles with percussion and guitars and bass and choirs and soloists making their debut as well as familiar faces in the pre-show. Willem de Beer, Justin Jefthas, Ghadleigh Gowar, Future Melodies, Wendy Lithemba, Thomas de Bruin, Michelle Theron and best for last...Ameen Levy: the rappin donkey! I am excited! Hoping the(remastered) new sunshine Christmas music will find it's wat on a Christmas National Radio show just like the tea Cozies are finding shelves in Teashops(Eikestad mall's Peacock and Beanery in Stellenbosch already has a Rudolph and a bouquet of roses- cozies!) Xxx Marthie Haupt PS The link takes you to Computicket for booking show: if you want your own MP3 cookie I will send it to you: low fat, no charge.