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Chapter 3 of a 4-week series spread over the year within a 52 week challenge. See below (comment one) for Chapter 1 & 2, which starts the story in the spiral of depression and substance use. I am using this story as a mental health awareness series in the hope it opens discussion to a topic that is full of stigma to the point that people are often afraid to talk about it. This story is one of hope, so here my wish for recovery for anyone on this journey... Chapter 3 offers the first glimpse of the possibility of recovery however hard it may be to achieve.
Chapter 3 - Hanging by a thread.... sometimes it's learning to hang on to that one small thread that gives you a glimpse of hope. Something to look forward to. Something where one can start to see the future and believe in it. Hold onto that feeling. Grasp it and start to climb. You reach out to others for help of course, but it's that personal realization that there is flicker of hope. Even then there will be slips down down that thread to climb up it again, but it's a start from the bottom of a pit where no light was visible.... Hope to those to keep climbing.
"Be faithful in the small things because it is in them that your strength lies"
-Mother Teresa
***For anyone who is going through some form of depression, substance abuse, or otherwise I hope this image is true to experience. I wish for Chapter 3 to be an image of hope (knowing that the journey is far from smooth). If you can and need to, I hope you can reach out for help.
This is the third picture in a series of four to tell a story.
52 weeks of 2015 - Week 33 - Chapter 3
ODC - Theme (09-08-2015): Looking in
This is a build for Chapter 3 of my story Before the King.
The Knights of Leightondrake council together to discuss battle plans of a war that will soon come.
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Hope you guys enjoy this build. I was able to visit my local LEGO store recently and got tons of LBG 2x2 tiles. Glad to put them to good use.
Enjoy the Build,
Sir Valiant~
... But whatever path we choose it is full of light, and there it is, the choice to use our free will... to hide from it, or to let it fill us...
Today I am having fun! I decided to make a visual story of Alice falling down the rabbit hole in 4 chapters based upon the following excerpt:
Alice in Wonderland
In another moment down went Alice after it, never once considering how in the world she was to get out again.
The rabbit-hole went straight on like a tunnel for some way, and then dipped suddenly down, so suddenly that Alice had not a moment to think about stopping herself before she found herself falling down a very deep well.
Either the well was very deep, or she fell very slowly, for she had plenty of time as she went down to look about her and to wonder what was going to happen next. First, she tried to look down and make out what she was coming to, but it was too dark to see anything; then she looked at the sides of the well, and noticed that they were filled with cupboards and book-shelves; here and there she saw maps and pictures hung upon pegs. She took down a jar from one of the shelves as she passed; it was labelled `ORANGE MARMALADE', but to her great disappointment it was empty: she did not like to drop the jar for fear of killing somebody, so managed to put it into one of the cupboards as she fell past it.
`Well!' thought Alice to herself, `after such a fall as this, I shall think nothing of tumbling down stairs! How brave they'll all think me at home! Why, I wouldn't say anything about it, even if I fell off the top of the house!' (Which was very likely true.)
Down, down, down. Would the fall never come to an end! `I wonder how many miles I've fallen by this time?' she said aloud. `I must be getting somewhere near the centre of the earth. Let me see: that would be four thousand miles down, I think--' (for, you see, Alice had learnt several things of this sort in her lessons in the schoolroom, and though this was not a very good opportunity for showing off her knowledge, as there was no one to listen to her, still it was good practice to say it over) `--yes, that's about the right distance--but then I wonder what Latitude or Longitude I've got to?' (Alice had no idea what Latitude was, or Longitude either, but thought they were nice grand words to say.)
Presently she began again. `I wonder if I shall fall right through the earth! How funny it'll seem to come out among the people that walk with their heads downward! The Antipathies, I think--' (she was rather glad there was no one listening, this time, as it didn't sound at all the right word) `--but I shall have to ask them what the name of the country is, you know. Please, Ma'am, is this New Zealand or Australia?' (and she tried to curtsey as she spoke--fancy curtseying as you're falling through the air! Do you think you could manage it?) `And what an ignorant little girl she'll think me for asking! No, it'll never do to ask: perhaps I shall see it written up somewhere.'
Down, down, down. There was nothing else to do, so Alice soon began talking again. `Dinah'll miss me very much to-night, I should think!' (Dinah was the cat.) `I hope they'll remember her saucer of milk at tea-time. Dinah my dear! I wish you were down here with me! There are no mice in the air, I'm afraid, but you might catch a bat, and that's very like a mouse, you know. But do cats eat bats, I wonder?' And here Alice began to get rather sleepy, and went on saying to herself, in a dreamy sort of way, `Do cats eat bats? Do cats eat bats?' and sometimes, `Do bats eat cats?' for, you see, as she couldn't answer either question, it didn't much matter which way she put it. She felt that she was dozing off, and had just begun to dream that she was walking hand in hand with Dinah, and saying to her very earnestly, `Now, Dinah, tell me the truth: did you ever eat a bat?' when suddenly, thump! thump! down she came upon a heap of sticks and dry leaves, and the fall was over.
Alice was not a bit hurt, and she jumped up on to her feet in a moment: she looked up, but it was all dark overhead; before her was another long passage, and the White Rabbit was still in sight, hurrying down it. There was not a moment to be lost: away went Alice like the wind, and was just in time to hear it say, as it turned a corner, `Oh my ears and whiskers, how late it's getting!' She was close behind it when she turned the corner, but the Rabbit was no longer to be seen: she found herself in a long, low hall, which was lit up by a row of lamps hanging from the roof.
With heartfelt and genuine thanks for your kind visit. Have a beautiful day, be well, keep your eyes open, appreciate the beauty surrounding you, enjoy creating, stay safe, and laugh often! ❤️❤️❤️
Shot in bathroom in Barbados, thanksgiving 2004.
Photographer: Jens Karlsson, Creative Director at Your Majesty, NYC.
52 Weeks of 2019
Week No. 29: Autobiography in Four Parts, Chapter 3
Category: Creative
Thank you in advance for your views, comments, and faves. They are much appreciated!
52 weeks of 2019, week 29. Autobiography Chapter 3 of 4.
The Brief:
Well, the story continues! In Weeks 6 and 15, we each created the first two chapters of an individual story, an autobiography, if you will. The theme for Week 29 is the continuation of that story and the next part of the theme “Autobiography in Four Parts”. It is time to write (photographically) chapter three of your story.
Chapters 1 and 2 are in comments.
We lived in Scotland, South Africa, then England. Sailing courses in England. Sailing holidays in the Mediterranean. Then a move to Australia.
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Zeus is 5 years old, and has partial paralysis in his hind legs, after complications during disc surgery on his lower back. His original owner could not care for him, and brought him to a shelter. He has been in foster care for the past 3 months. He has his own Facebook page, with over 700 followers! ("A dog named Zeus"). We are hoping to meet him tomorrow!
لا صرتي الصورة وعيوني البرواز ..
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summer
Week No: 33
Theme: Chapter 3
Category: Storytelling
A Summer Afternoon by James Whitcomb Riley
A languid atmosphere, a lazy breeze,
With labored respiration, moves the wheat
From distant reaches, till the golden seas
Break in crisp whispers at my feet.
My book, neglected of an idle mind,
Hides for a moment from the eyes of men;
Or lightly opened by a critic wind,
Affrightedly reviews itself again.
Off through the haze that dances in the shine
The warm sun showers in the open glade,
The forest lies, a silhouette design
Dimmed through and through with shade.
A dreamy day; and tranquilly I lie
At anchor from all storms of mental strain;
With absent vision, gazing at the sky,
"Like one that hears it rain."
The Katydid, so boisterous last night,
Clinging, inverted, in uneasy poise,
Beneath a wheat-blade, has forgotten quite
If "Katy DID or DIDN'T" make a noise.
The twitter, sometimes, of a wayward bird
That checks the song abruptly at the sound,
And mildly, chiding echoes that have stirred,
Sink into silence, all the more profound.
And drowsily I hear the plaintive strain
Of some poor dove . . . Why, I can scarcely keep
My heavy eyelids--there it is again--
"Coo-coo!"--I mustn't--"Coo-coo!"--fall asleep!