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I'm sure I'm not alone in experiencing how I feel today. As a transvestite that has very few cross-dressing opportunities I find I have to endure very long periods of coping with the strong desire to dress as a woman while knowing it is not possible. These periods can be up to a year long but I made my choices and I accepted this is how it was going to be. There are now other factors in my life more important to me than my inner desire to be a woman. It's a compromise and at times emotionally crippling to cope with but for me I know it is for the best.
This week I am experiencing one of my powerful emotional desires to be a woman but as usual I need to focus on other 'real world' activities. It is one of the aspects of being a transvestite that can be quite draining. I find dressing up as a woman emotional exhausting as I lose myself completely in my lifelong desire to be female and escape my male body. To give into this urge is so incredibly joyous and euphoric that it induces huge mental fatigue afterwards.
In these situations I tend to post photos and videos taken during one of my rare cross-dressing sessions which is exactly what I am doing today. This is a photo I took on the self timer earlier in September and it captures me in one of my fantasies. I would love to go to work as a woman and be a woman all day and I enjoy wearing female clothing as it feels exciting and thrilling to wear, bringing me closer to my inner dream of femininity. I often wonder how it would be to wake up, put on my make-up, my lingerie, pull on pantihose and button up a tailored woman's shirt before donning a skirt suit and stepping into high heels and setting off for work….pure fantasy…dressing up and wearing make-up and a wig are as close I ever get.
I know I would not want to lose my current life so I accept these moments of desire and frustration and I am delighted that I do indulge my dream to a degree by cross-dressing and I admit it always feels wonderful to engage in this activity.
DH 7304 (one of only two lightning striped GP38-2's remaining) is through Lasalle station, trailing CP 8735 on CP 253. Presumably it is going to St-Luc for servicing.
CN 2334 and CN 2687 lead CN 271 hauling all multis on Main 2 while it endures the typical weather of ice pellets/rain. This train would be the only sighting on 5 January.
{'I have endured a great deal of ridicule without much malice; and have received a great deal of kindness, not quite free from ridicule. Iam used to it.- Abraham Lincoln}
Oh no, that's not possible, they can't get on the plane and disembark in San Francisco without warning. Since I started studying applied art, as advised by my teachers, I have discovered my inner self, and the shy college boy has grown into a splendid, talented woman artist. How am I going to explain to my parents, my long pink hair, my nail extensions, my tattoos, my laser hair removal, and that I am on hrt ?
Oh and shit, I’m doing my part of the deal, I’m super good at college, they’ll just have to endure the shock of the outing !
Montserrat, an emblematic mountain range near Barcelona, Spain, is renowned not only for its unique serrated appearance but also for the rich historical tapestry woven through the ages. The name Montserrat itself translates to "serrated mountain" in Catalan, a nod to its distinct rock formations that stand out from afar.
This cultural and spiritual beacon is crowned by the Santa Maria de Montserrat Abbey, a Benedictine monastery that dates back to 1025, founded by Abbott Oliba. However, the significance of this site is believed to stretch even further back to a chapel from the 9th century, dedicated to the Virgin Mary, with records of a cult forming around a statue of the Virgin of Montserrat discovered in 880 AD.
The monastery and its monks have endured times of trial, including the Napoleonic Wars, where in 1811 the French sacked the monastery and later, during the Spanish Civil War, it became a sanctuary for scholars, artists, and those seeking refuge from Franco's regime. Despite such tumult, the abbey remained a bastion of Catalan nationalism, defiantly holding Mass in Catalan during government-imposed language restrictions.
Art and architecture also thrived here; in the late 19th century, the monastery saw a Renaissance, symbolizing Catalan patriotism. The abbey was embellished with works by leading artists, including Antoni Gaudí, who contributed to the Stations of the Cross. The facade of the church we see today was completed between 1942 and 1968, reflecting the monastery's resilience through its rich ornamentation and historical inscriptions.
The religious significance of Montserrat extends beyond its borders, with the veneration of the Virgin spreading to South America through the voyages of Christopher Columbus, accompanied by the monk Bernat Boil. It's a site that has inspired pilgrimages and spiritual reflection for centuries, including Saint Ignatius of Loyola's visit in 1500, and its Virgin was declared the patron saint of Catalonia by Pope Leo XIII.
As a National Park since 1987, Montserrat's natural splendor complements its cultural wealth. The mountain itself is a geological marvel, made up of pink conglomerate sedimentary rock, indicating a rich Eocene epoch history when it was part of a fan delta. The rock from Montserrat was even utilized in the construction of Barcelona's famed Sagrada Familia, although recent quarrying has shifted due to the fragility of the deeper stone layers.
Today, the monastery continues to function with over 70 monks, preserving its heritage and welcoming visitors who seek to immerse themselves in its spiritual, cultural, and natural wonders.
After all the pretty coreopsis and gaillardia matured, they left a sea of lovely seedpods. I talked my husband into leaving them in place as long as possible so that all the seed could mature and fall to the ground. What he discovered when he finally tried to recover the lawn again, was that quite a few of the plants were an inch or more in diameter at the base and had developed quite a root system. Needless to say he wasn’t too happy when the lawn tractor couldn’t make a dent in them and they all had to be pulled and chopped out by hand! Texture by moxylyn.
Explore 02/09/11, #291
Pacific National's 8205 & 8248 lead empty grain 4521 on approach to Gunnedah. Bound for Graincorp Narrabri.
With soild yields already from this year's harvest, regular export grain services have amped up, having endured a quiet last 12 months. Due in part to the Bureau of Meteorology's forecast for drought in North West NSW. Grain Central has stated canola, barley, wheat, sorghum and chickpeas are coming in in large quantities. 28/10/24
Life in a pandemic.
Los Angeles, California
1 Chronicles 16:34
Give thanks to the Lord, for he is good; his love endures forever.
Pare down to the essence, but don't remove the poetry.
I am concluding that bareness reveals a merit born in struggle.
This last week has been a very difficult week to endure. I find much peace and happiness thinking back to a happier time. A sunrise morning, warm ocean water rushing across my feet, and a refreshing breeze. Although we may find sorrow at times, the joy can be more powerful and uplifting if we allow it.
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After a while, you learn the subtle difference
between holding a hand and chaining a soul.
And you learn that loving doesn’t mean leaning
and company isn’t security.
You learn that kisses aren’t contracts
And presents aren’t promises.
After a while, you begin to accept your defeats
with your head up and your eyes open,
with the grace of a woman, not the grief of a child.
And you learn to build your roads on today
because tomorrow’s ground is too uncertain
and the inevitable has a way of crumbling in mid-flight.
After a while you learn that even sunshine burns
if you stand too long in one place.
So, you plant your own garden and decorate your own soul
instead of waiting for someone else to bring you flowers.
And you learn you really can endure,
that you really do have worth.
You learn that with every good-bye comes the dawn.
Comes The Dawn
Author Unknown
This palomino pump
Cannot endure a single jump.
This appaloosa shoe
Adorned in subtle brownish hue,
Has made its way around
The often heated triple crown,
And though it had no clue
That it would one day be a shoe,
This horse shoe is a ringer
For any country singer.
penned by Sam Beeson
What I had to endure to get this shot unless they watch the video. Viewer discretion is advised if you do...
We are just
Like the moon
In our lifetime
We both take
Our fair share
Of hits
But we endure
Just like the moon.~Bryant
Sometimes you don't see the light at the end of the tunnel until it's right there in front of you, as was the case during parts of a recent eight day trek across the Wind River Mountains.
My two friends and I were battered and exhausted by the time we reached this rugged alpine basin - one of the most remote areas in all the Winds. With five more days and countless miles of tedious boulder hopping still ahead of us, we were growing a bit wary of our ambitions.
Storms threatened throughout the morning of our third day, and an afternoon downpour halted progress as we descended our second mountain pass of the day. A couple fleeting hours of sunshine at the end of the day made all the difference in our tired morale.
Then the lightning storm came.
High in an alpine basin there's no "safe" place to be during a storm like that, and it barreled into the basin right as the sun began to set. We endured the lightning for over an hour, and the rest of the night brought howling wind and persistent rain.
The next morning my alarm went off just in time for my daily sunrise shoot. Having hardly slept at all, I hit "snooze" four times in a row until finally it started getting brighter in my tent.
Knowing that we had a lot of ground to cover that day, I began the painful process of shucking myself out of my sleeping bag and slipping into my frigid wet boots. We were in one of the most amazing places I've been all year, but I was just too bushed to care about taking photos. That's when I opened my tent to see the sky lit on fire. And instantly, I was awake.
I grabbed my camera and ran down to the stream beneath our camp, shouting plenty of expletives along the way. After frantically snapping no more than a dozen ill-conceived frames, the color faded. I didn't think I got anything worthwhile, but luckily in a place like this you can haphazardly point a camera in virtually any direction and still get a half-way decent shot :)
Today is the last day of our visit of one of the most iconic monuments of my November photo trip to the southern French provinces of Languedoc and Roussillon, and one of the most famous Benedictine abbeys of all times: Saint Michael of Cuxa. I hope you have enjoyed it!
The origins of the abbey go back to 840, when the monastery was created just after the Muslims were defeated and chased away. In its original locale near Eixelada, this first settlement endured a catastrophic flooding in 878. The 35 surviving monks moved to Cuxa, and under the protection of the earls of Cerdagne-Conflent, the abbey began to be built and prospered as early as the 900s. Cuxa fought for and obtained privileges of jurisdiction, thereby escaping religious authority, except that of the Pope, and secular authority, except that of the local King of Cerdagne.
Appointed abbot by King Sunifred II around 960, Garin (also referred to as Warinus), already head of five other monasteries, introduced a Cluniac reform and cut the last ties with the secular powers. He built a first church to replace the small initial chapel first mentioned in writing in 938. On his way back from a pilgrimage in Rome and Venice, Warinus convinced Doge Pietro Orseolo to abandon power, wife and children, and the pair fled Venice in the night of September 1, 978 —not leaving behind, however, a substantial part of the Doge’s riches, as well as two hermits, Marinus and Romuald. The presence of such illustrious guests at the abbey attracted large pilgrim crowds until the death of Doge Orseolo, in odor of sainthood, in 987. His companions returned to Italy where Romuald founded the order of the Camaldolese.
Warinus died around Year 1000 and was succeeded by the famous Oliba, elected abbot in 1008. He will go down in History as the great builder of Cuxa, as well as the one who considerably expanded the real estate domain owned by the abbey, which was already very substantial.
Decline began for Cuxa, like for so many other monasteries, with the end of the Middle Ages and the weakening and corruption of the faith brought about by the Renaissance. The monks stopped living communal life, the buildings fell into disrepair as the proceeds from the abbey’s domains were diverted and appropriated by the monks, and when it was sold to private owners in 1791, in the wake of the French Revolution, the abbey was in a sorry state. In 1907, an American managed to acquire a number of the capitals of the cloister and exported them to the USA where they formed the basis for The Cloisters museum in New York City.
Monks (Cistercians, indeed) returned to Cuxa after World War I, to be replaced by Benedictines from Montserrat in 1965. Extensive restoration campaigns began in 1940 and the monastery was finally listed as a Historic Landmark in 1958. It still functions as a working Benedictine abbey today.
The apparel, decoration and general appearance of the bell tower is strikingly different from that of the Carolingian church next to it. The bandes lombardes motif betrays the so-called “first Romanesque art” or “age”, propagated by Lombard architects and masons from the Lake Como area in northern Italy.
Abbot Oliba is also responsible for the erection of that bell tower —in fact, there were two of them originally, but the northern one, which bore the bells and a clock, was fell by a storm during the winter of 1838–39. The remaining one is 33 meters high and the crenelations that crown it are, as usual, the sign of a later fortification.
A sturdy rock that has endured many years of heavy water flow in the Ashtabula River. Oh… and some autumn leaves.
It was a wet, rainy day down in the Ashtabula River Gulf in beautiful Ashtabula County Ohio. October 19, 2020
ODC Side by Side Press L to view in Lightroom. Looks neat!
We have hundreds of books in our home. Actually a few years ago I roughly counted what was in our library, and found we had more than 3000 volumes. We've tried to downsize since then, but we still find ourselves bringing in more books. In my opinion, the old ones are the best. I love the way they look and the way they feel. I enjoy the whiff of antiquity I often catch as I pick up one of these very old ones. Sometimes I think of the persons who have handled these very volumes, wonder about their lives, their visions, their dreams.....
Ghost Town of Rhyolite Nevada
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A view of Mariahilf chapel near Lemberg, Saskatchewan, in evening light. The first two churches built at this site burned down, but this more modest chapel has endured.
The final proof of greatness lies in being able to endure contumely without resentment.
Elbert Hubbard
This couple would make a terrific picture, but as they walked past me I could not isolate them from other persons in the background. His face is a classic, and I think she spotted me. We should all be so lucky if we have a loved one by our side in our later years. And look at the walking stick! They still hold hands, this is so charming.