Nyoooo! Someone fix Pon's Heart

Has lost her sheep,

And she doesn't know where to find them,

Leave them alone, and they'll come home,

Wagging their tails behind them.

Little Bo Peep fell fast asleep,

And dreamt she heard them bleating,

But when she awoke, she found it a joke,

For they were all still fleeting.

Then up she took her little crook,

Determined for to find them,

She found them indeed, but it made her heart bleed,

for they'd left their tails behind them.

It happened one day, as Bo Peep did stray

Into a meadow hard by,

There she espied their tails side by side,

All hung on a tree to dry.

She heaved a sigh, and wiped her eye,

And over the hillocks went rambling,

And tried what she could, as a shepherdess should,

To tack again each to it's lambkin.

I'm not sure I'm lovin this one, I think if Bo Peep would just turn around, she's see her stinkin sheep. lol!

Anyway, I'm not working on it anymore!!

and thanks to my cousin Shelby for posing for this shot!!

it is in the pitch-dark hours

when no one else can see us

that our broken hearts

bleed out

and blossom

in chrysanthemums of ache

©2014 Diana Matisz

Our white dicentra spectabilis is doing very nicely this year. Taken with the Helios 44M 58mm f2 manual lens.

One of five images that is a pictorial of the plight of just one among thousands of innocent Filipino victims caught in the middle of the fighting between the Japanese and Americans. The lady has severe life threaten injuries especially to one of her legs. The European man seen in some of the pictures is her husband. This lady was very fortunate to be carried behind the lines where the American’s are helping her. There were thousands that were not so fortunate and died outright or they died from severe injuries that could not be treated during the fighting. I hope this lady lived, recuperated and went on to a happy life. My heart bleeds for the innocent men, women, and children that suffered through being caught in the vicious fighting of February 1945.

One of five images that is a pictorial of the plight of just one among thousands of innocent Filipino victims caught in the middle of the fighting between the Japanese and Americans. The lady has severe life threaten injuries especially to one of her legs. The European man seen in some of the pictures is her husband. This lady was very fortunate to be carried behind the lines where the American’s are helping her. There were thousands that were not so fortunate and died outright or they died from severe injuries that could not be treated during the fighting. I hope this lady lived, recuperated and went on to a happy life. My heart bleeds for the innocent men, women, and children that suffered through being caught in the vicious fighting of February 1945.

REM lyric

Ancient Sardinian Cultural Tradition: Mamuthones, Where Monsters Roam The Streets (Festively!)

A lot of our cultures are built off of ancient pagan rituals presented in different religions dating back to more than 2,000 years old; the monsters of Italy being among the topics to discuss. Sardinia’s ancient Mamuthones are a traditional mask worn for Sardinia’s eye-catching carnival. Though these customs are much more than getting dressed, it is a very personal metamorphosis for every participant.

These characters dress in different colored thick sheep hair, black masks, and will gladly carry the weight of 60 pounds of cattle bells on their body (to scare away evil spirits) despite the lack of oxygen while on their journey of honor. Many people are not allowed to witness the dressing, but when they do, they will see men circling a bonfire while strapping bells on their back. After the chimes of the bells sound how they wish, the mask is finally put on. There is a big difference for these unique European individuals when it comes to simply being Mamuthones and actually becoming one.

These peculiar creatures are not the only character in this festival, there is another known as “Issohadore,” who are in charge of the rituals and the Mamuthones in it. The Issohadores wears a bright red waistcoat, a colorful headdress, white mask, white shirt/trousers, gold buttons, shawl, leather boots, and a belt of bronze bells. They are to protect their beasts from all harm or evil, carrying rope lassos known as sohas, to also wrangle a pretty women’s interest. These characters complement each other, as the Mamuthones do not interact with the crowd with slow, heavy steps and the Issohadores skips across the road vivaciously.

The “nightmares” will begin their showings in a town known as Mamoiada or Ottana, Italy on every seventeenth of January, which is the saint day of Sant’Antonio Abate, while dozens of bonfires blaze as the spiritual individuals dance all night long. The saint is meant to be the protector of animals and fire, meaning the bonfires that are lit each year is meant to resemble purification and renewal for the upcoming seasons. At the end of the parade, everyone returns to undress and become men again. At this time, anyone is welcomed to join, and the wine begins to flow.

No one really knows of a Mamuthones origin. They have existed in Mamoiada for so long that people believe the town took the name itself. These individuals full-hearted bleed “born to be Mamuthones.” It is considered a collective soul for Sardinia, especially since this festival occurs more than once throughout the year. One of the many interpretations of this carnival is the pace of the Mamuthones being seen as a pre-christian dance in sport of the vegetation God, Dionysus, who dies in winter and is reborn in spring to bring rain and fertility. Another belief is that the Mamuthones are an animal metaphor with bells showing a bond between the shepherd and animal, their shared destiny of field working, and mountain roaming. Another example that is among the popular is that the parade exemplifies what came of Sardinia’s history, with the bells being the domination of land, the Issohadores being the exotic invaders, while the Mamuthones are the Sardinian prisoners shaking their bells of pain and suffering.

The locals are content with their Mamuthones continuing on their tradition. Every ancient parade still lives on in many museums which hold Sardinia’s best costumes or masks, statues, and even frescoes on walls. Though, it can be a little terrifying to see these costumes while exploring the monolithic stones of the Sardinian people on the holiday’s off season, but it is otherworldly when you see the event in person.

Have always been a fan of Big Matt

Once, while swimming, his boat capsized in the ocean

He swam one km or more back to the beach

And what a partnership with Gilly Danda

Like Greenidge and Haynes

He lives on with such gems 💎

Once he visited Poorna Market in Vizag. He was totally blown away

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Forwarded

An article by Mathew Hayden about the pandemic:

~~~~~

The world media has been quick to judge India, a fascinating country in all ways, as it currently reels under the pandemic

India is in the middle of the pandemic second wave’s battering, as never seen before. As it battles the alarming spread of the virus, the world media has spared no time in lambasting a country of a whopping 1.4 billion where the sheer numbers make the implementation and success of any public scheme a challenge.

I have been visiting India for over a decade now and have travelled all over the country, especially Tamil Nadu which I consider my “spiritual home”. I have always had the highest respect for the leaders and public officials who are entrusted with the task of running such a diverse and vast country.

Wherever I went, the people greeted me with love and affection, for which I remain in their debt. I can proudly claim that I have seen India up close over the years and that is why my heart bleeds to see it not only in agony at the moment, but also for the bad press that has been hurled at it by those who I am not sure spend any time here to understand India, its people and their myriad challenges.

As a cricketer and lover of the game, I have maintained my association with the sport which has allowed me to come to India to cover the Indian Premier League (IPL). Many of my fellow countrymen have also been playing in the IPL for years. In this context, at a time when the world has been shutting doors on India and lambasting the Government, I thought of sharing my thoughts while in India, to give a perspective not available to those sitting thousands of miles away.

I am not a data person, but some of the figures I gathered from some of the media reports are astonishing. India has already vaccinated over 160 million people (five times the population of Australia) and has been conducting 1.3 million tests a day. The point I am making is not to overlook the sheer vast numbers and the challenges associated with it.

When one conjures up thoughts of India, a singular word comes to mind. Incredible; a word popularised by the Indian Tourism slogan, “Incredible India”. Even now, being caught in the political crossfire of the Scott Morrison Government’s decision to temporarily ban the travel to Australia, nothing has changed my mind about this ancient civilisation.

As of now, this heaving mass of humanity reels in the wake of the pandemic; the new normal replacing various religious festivals, exotic wedding celebrations, bustling streets jampacked with street vendors and livestock, all sadly — like the Morrison Government’s travel policy — temporarily put on hold.

Looking out the window of my room overlooking Bengaluru, a truss has been established; as if a siesta has been called in respect to health authorities’ call to action for our new global anthem: “Isolate, stay home, sanitise your hands, wear your mask, social distance.” A race busily running in the background, in many cases for life itself, as national resources like oxygen and critical medical supplies are being re-routed from manufacturing plants to hospitals and care facilities. The simple truth: The demand for basic medical facilities is making the supply look more like one of Usain Bolt’s competitors.

In short, hectic has been replaced with nervous. One can truly sense the fear and anxiety as India faces off against the challenges of this horrific pandemic. Begging the question, why is an Aussie ex-cricketer away from his beloved country and family at such a critical, even dangerous, time? On the surface is the commercial value for my family, having played and worked on every IPL since its conception in 2008.

It’s true, my remuneration is significant and, yes, it pays my family’s bills. More broadly, however, I have a deep connection to Mother India which docks into my life’s mission: To connect people and organisations on purpose and strategy. My purpose in supporting the IPL this season was to provide a welcome relief to the monotony of extended periods of partial or hard lockdown. Every evening from 6.30 pm, cricket lovers, and let me tell you there are a few, went online or turned on the television to watch their favourite franchise battle.

As a genuine lover of the game since I was four years old, my voice, full of excitement, helps narrate our great game by bringing an authentic positive view to the cricket community. Cricket, as so often throughout history, has been and is the silver lining to our COVID cloud. The cricketers, especially in the IPL, have understandably been soft targets of the media and, because of their contractual obligations, cannot defend themselves.

It makes all the more important for people such as me, who have once been in a similar situation but can now from the outside not only share a “player’s perspective” but also speak up for them. India is a rich civilisation which has very few parallels in the world and, in its hour of need, the least we can do is to appreciate its cultural, regional, linguistic, human development and other complexities before passing any judgement.

~~~~~

Ancient Sardinian Cultural Tradition: Mamuthones, Where Monsters Roam The Streets (Festively!)

A lot of our cultures are built off of ancient pagan rituals presented in different religions dating back to more than 2,000 years old; the monsters of Italy being among the topics to discuss. Sardinia’s ancient Mamuthones are a traditional mask worn for Sardinia’s eye-catching carnival. Though these customs are much more than getting dressed, it is a very personal metamorphosis for every participant.

These characters dress in different colored thick sheep hair, black masks, and will gladly carry the weight of 60 pounds of cattle bells on their body (to scare away evil spirits) despite the lack of oxygen while on their journey of honor. Many people are not allowed to witness the dressing, but when they do, they will see men circling a bonfire while strapping bells on their back. After the chimes of the bells sound how they wish, the mask is finally put on. There is a big difference for these unique European individuals when it comes to simply being Mamuthones and actually becoming one.

These peculiar creatures are not the only character in this festival, there is another known as “Issohadore,” who are in charge of the rituals and the Mamuthones in it. The Issohadores wears a bright red waistcoat, a colorful headdress, white mask, white shirt/trousers, gold buttons, shawl, leather boots, and a belt of bronze bells. They are to protect their beasts from all harm or evil, carrying rope lassos known as sohas, to also wrangle a pretty women’s interest. These characters complement each other, as the Mamuthones do not interact with the crowd with slow, heavy steps and the Issohadores skips across the road vivaciously.

The “nightmares” will begin their showings in a town known as Mamoiada or Ottana, Italy on every seventeenth of January, which is the saint day of Sant’Antonio Abate, while dozens of bonfires blaze as the spiritual individuals dance all night long. The saint is meant to be the protector of animals and fire, meaning the bonfires that are lit each year is meant to resemble purification and renewal for the upcoming seasons. At the end of the parade, everyone returns to undress and become men again. At this time, anyone is welcomed to join, and the wine begins to flow.

No one really knows of a Mamuthones origin. They have existed in Mamoiada for so long that people believe the town took the name itself. These individuals full-hearted bleed “born to be Mamuthones.” It is considered a collective soul for Sardinia, especially since this festival occurs more than once throughout the year. One of the many interpretations of this carnival is the pace of the Mamuthones being seen as a pre-christian dance in sport of the vegetation God, Dionysus, who dies in winter and is reborn in spring to bring rain and fertility. Another belief is that the Mamuthones are an animal metaphor with bells showing a bond between the shepherd and animal, their shared destiny of field working, and mountain roaming. Another example that is among the popular is that the parade exemplifies what came of Sardinia’s history, with the bells being the domination of land, the Issohadores being the exotic invaders, while the Mamuthones are the Sardinian prisoners shaking their bells of pain and suffering.

The locals are content with their Mamuthones continuing on their tradition. Every ancient parade still lives on in many museums which hold Sardinia’s best costumes or masks, statues, and even frescoes on walls. Though, it can be a little terrifying to see these costumes while exploring the monolithic stones of the Sardinian people on the holiday’s off season, but it is otherworldly when you see the event in person.

Taken from Bruce Hill above Galashiels. Note the Scotch broom on the right side. It was in bloom everywhere! And even though I left Walla Walla in the overcast drizzle, it was sunny when I arrived at Edinburgh.

I had been in contact with a genealogist for about a week before I flew to Edinburgh. The Bruce side of my family had come to the USA, apparently during the potato famine (around 1849) from the Selkirk/Galashiels/Melrose area in the border lands of Scotland. When I arrived in Edinburgh in mid-morning, before my kids arrived around 6 pm, genealogist David Roseburgh let me know he would drive up, pick me up, and take me back to the Galashiels area to see where my family had come from. He had grown up in Galashiels and was a Gala lad. This is one of the views he showed me from the hills above Galashiels. You can reach David and his worker, John Smail, at www.scottishgenealogyresearch.com

"The most romantic story of the bleeding heart involves using the various pieces of the flower to highlight the tale:

It is said that a prince loved a princess who took no notice of him. To try to get the princess's attention and prove his love, he brought her exquisite and amazing gifts from far and wide. One day he came across two magical pink bunnies and offered them both to the princess.

(At this point, the story teller pulls off the two outer pink petals and sets each on it sides to show the animals.)

The princess was unmoved by the rabbits so, he tried again and presented her with beautiful dangly earrings.

(The next two inner white petals are separated and held up next to the narrator's ears for display.)

Still, the princess paid him no attention. The prince was so distraught over being spurned that he took a dagger and stabbed himself.

(The remaining centre of the flower is shaped like an outline of a heart with a line down the centre. The heart is held up, the dagger-like line is removed, and the story teller plunges the 'knife' through the heart's centre.)

The princess, realizing too late that she did love the prince, cried out, 'My heart shall bleed for my prince forever more!' and her heart bleeds to this day."

- Barbara Kam

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Peace.

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have all shown me in this great community, whenever I upload a new

pic or series of shots this year, I'll provide a link to another flickr

photog whose work, personality, or spirit I feel you should discover.

Visit and introduce yourself. Make a friend. Share the love.

Open your eyes to Slight Clutter today.

Thanks for your visit

It's shame that our world leaders was watching but didn't do anything. Please pray for the people of Afrin.

عەفرین نموونا بەرخودانێ

#Warning - Graphic content

This is Afrin, another genocide is happening as we speak while the rest of the world is silent! Shame on NATO and UN and rest of super powers being silent on Turkey’s attack on Kurdish people. Innocent children and civilians are being killed and people are living in fear. My heart bleeds for my people. Please share with the rest of the world and let’s not be silent #StopAfrinGenocide

به‌غـــــــدا دژایه‌تی كـــــــورد ده‌كات.

ئـێـــــــران دژایه‌تی كـــــــورد ده‌كات.

توركیـــــــا دژایه‌تی كـــــــورد ده‌كات.

ســــــوریا دژایه‌تی كــــــــورد ده‌كات.

حه‌شدی شه‌عبی دژایه‌تی كورد ده‌كات.

داعش دژایه‌تی كـــــــــــــــورد ده‌كات.

له‌سه‌روی هه‌مووشیانه‌وه‌ زۆڵه‌‌ كورد خیانه‌ت ده‌كات.

Kanê Delal Te Di Got Ez Dildarê Teme

Gelo Çima Ev Dil Evqas Derd û Xeme

یه‌كریزی ماڵی كورد نیشانه‌ی گه‌وره‌ی سه‌ركه‌وتنی به‌ره‌و دەوڵەتی کوردستان ه‌ پیرۆزه‌ ئه‌م یه‌ك ده‌نگیه‌

خۆڕاگری عەفرین، غروری خۆڕاگری سنە و سابلاغ... و دارەلەک بیر دێنێتەوە !👍

برینی خاک فرۆشی کاڵفامانی خاینی نێو یەکێتی دەکولێنێتەوە!

Thanks for your visit

sculpted by Edouard Delabrière

Panthère de l'Inde dévorant un héron

1861

Groupe bronze

“Dearest, your little heart is wounded; think me not cruel because I obey the irresistible law of my strength and weakness; if your dear heart is wounded, my wild heart bleeds with yours. In the rapture of my enormous humiliation I live in your warm life, and you shall die -die, sweetly die- into mine. I cannot help it; as I draw near to you, you, in your turn, will draw near to others, and learn the rapture of that cruelty, which yet is love; so, for a while, seek to know no more of me and mine, but trust me with all your loving spirit.”

Excerpt from Carmilla, by Joseph Sheridan Le Fanu

(Heure 45)

it's always reality. even if it's a fucked perception of it.

Western Bleeding Heart on Hannegan Pass trail -- Mount Baker Wilderness

... In a still rainy San Diego. I know your heart bleeds for us and our terrible weather ;-).

iPhone camera app shot post processed in Snapseed.

So isset...

schaun wie lange^^ :(

and when your heart bleeds

for a love that’s dead like me

that’s when I come back

when I come back to you

Can a heart bleed and grow bright?

Can life fade and gain radiance?

When Love is poured out for another,

A heart bleeds yet grows bright

While life fades its Love burns bright.

John 15:13

"Greater love has no one than this, that one lay down his life for his friends."

Psalms 89:15

"How blessed are the people who know the joyful sound!

O LORD, they walk in the light of Your countenance. "

Philemon 1:7

"For I have come to have much joy and comfort in your love, because the hearts of the saints have been refreshed through you, brother."

This photo was taken in total darkness with only the aid of a dim flashlight from above and tiny Christmas lights under the fabric.

A MAN has been cleared of murdering a teenager in a frenzied knife attack.

Declan Eastwood died after being stabbed up to 12 times by Sean Fell.

But Mr Fell had always maintained he only attacked the 17-year-old in ‘self-defence’.

Yesterday, the 25-year-old, of George Street, Haslingden was found not guilty of murder and the lesser charge of manslaughter.

As the foreman of the jury announced the not guilty verdict, gasps could be heard from the public gallery and members of Mr Eastwood’s family ran out of court in tears.

Following his seven-day trial, Mr Fell left the Preston Crown Court smiling surrounded by his family.

Mr Fell's father, John Paul Roche, said: "My heart bleeds for Declan's family. It really does. But Sean did not deserve to be brought to court for defending himself.

LET 020512

Detail from "The Two Fridas" by Frida Kahlo.

Modern Art Museum, Mexico City.

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Mi Corazón Sangra

Detalle de "Las Dos Fridas" de Frida Kahlo.

Museo de Arte Moderno, Ciudad de México.

1. Full Moon, 2. , 3. Psychedelic Butterfly, 4. Flowers of Silk, 5. Butterflys and Flowers, 6. Starburst, 7. I had some left over Fireworks, 8. MBF,

9. Jewels on Satin, 10. Flower Sphere, 11. On the 7th Day......, 12. Christmas Kaleidosccope, 13. Pink Swirl, 14. Arising from the deep, 15. Buterflys and Flowers 2, 16. Fall Leaves,

17. Ascending Toward the Light, 18. One Red Rose, 19. Kaleidspheres & Kaleifractals #10, 20. candy cane fractal, 21. STARGAZER, 22. Rainbow, 23. Blue Weave Kaleidoscope, 24. Sunset Fire,

25. Fractal mini-kaleidoscope, 26. The Blue Phantom Strikes Again, 27. Pink Satin, 28. New Christmas Ornament, 29. In Memory of my dear Sister-in-law Myrna, 30. Special Diet, 31. Flying On The Wings Of A Dream, 32. Splashes of Color,

33. Abstract pinwheel, 34. Creatures at the bottom of the sea, 35. Bubble, 36. Dream Bird, 37. Colors go Round and Round, 38. Pink for Cherish and Piney, 39. Daisy Doodle...Jan. 6, 2006 - Dec. 8, 2008...........Sleep well, my love., 40. Around and around go the ribbons,

41. The Color of Joy, 42. Untitled 2, 43. Confusion of the mind, 44. Music of the Night, 45. Red Rose on black, 46. , 47. Opening to the sun, 48. Earth Under Attack,

49. Early Morning Sunrise, 50. Whirls and Swirls, 51. Untitled 1, 52. Sticks and Stones, 53. My Heart Bleeds, 54. Orange Knit, 55. Mission Accomplished, 56. Yellow Iris,

57. First Phubble, 58. Primary colors, 59. The Rainbow Bridge, 60. Problem Solved, 61. Red, Red Rose, 62. Tierazon Fractal Kaleidosphere Mandela, 63. Sunshine on My Shoulders, 64. The Fire in the Sky,

65. Phantom of the Night, 66. My newest friend, 67. The Trinity, 68. Sunlight on Mums, 69. Coat of Many Colors, 70. Kaleidoscope Only #16, 71. Boo, 72. Bug on my wall

Created with fd's Flickr Toys.

My soul drifts aimlessly in times of hopelessness.

It searches tirelessly for meaning and truth ...

Yet finds no direction.

My heart bleeds quietly in times of loneliness.

It yearns to find warmth and happiness ...

Yet it somehow eludes me.

My eyes seek out visions in times of want.

They gaze endlessly through the blackness that envelops them ...

Yet they cannot see the light.

My ears listen earnestly in times of silence.

They search for familiar sounds to comfort and console ...

Yet they cannot penetrate the darkness that surrounds me.

My arms reach out frantically in times of despair.

They seek strength and compassion to enfold me ...

Yet they find nothing substantial to enwrap.

My mind cries out desperately in times of solitude.

It poses intense questions that demand answers ...

Yet there are none to be found.

After a day of taxes and the horror of Boston, I needed to get out and reconnect with the LORD. So I went out and captured this today. I don't pretend to know or understand his ways, I just know his ways is perfect. My heart bleeds for the people and families affected by the events in Boston today. My feeble attempt to brighten the day.

Since i hadn´t watched ESB for a long time i just recently found out Fett´s original voice was dubbed for the DVD´s. As a true fan i offcourse can understand that with the whole Fett backstory and blablablah and hey, we all survived the Special Editions and other dubs and add-ins and cut-outs didn´t we? Yeah, but this really made my SW-heart bleed. So i dedicate this one to Gabriel Dell, the original voice of Boba Fett.

One of five images that is a pictorial of the plight of just one among thousands of innocent Filipino victims caught in the middle of the fighting between the Japanese and Americans. The lady has severe life threaten injuries especially to one of her legs. The European man seen in some of the pictures is her husband. This lady was very fortunate to be carried behind the lines where the American’s are helping her. There were thousands that were not so fortunate and died outright or they died from severe injuries that could not be treated during the fighting. I hope this lady lived, recuperated and went on to a happy life. My heart bleeds for the innocent men, women, and children that suffered through being caught in the vicious fighting of February 1945.

My Bleeding Hearts in my front garden were begging me to shoot them. I have never shot them inside a studio before. It was hard to snip off a stem, that's for sure. lol

Strobist Info:

YN560II flash @ full power in Westcott Apollo soft box to the right of the set up

5 in 1 reflector to the left

85mm macro lens

f/11

1/160 sec

Rei was one of the very first Cosplayers I ever shot with, probably about 8-9 years ago. We've had a special bond ever since. I watched her grow into a famous person in Star Wars events and films. She oozes class, beauty, confidence, and sweetness. She is originally from Ukraine and her heart bleeds for her country. And she still treats me like an old friend - I really like that!

Florabella Impressionista Texture

My heart bleeds for the Turkish people. These bombs have devasted the tourist industry.

these benches are going to be scrapped. always makes my heart bleed and wish for a big house as a studio...

Words I need to read and digest......and re-read and digest.......deep, deep,meaning.....words in a room filled with love and loss.

SALTY has a new group gift for the Free Dove get your LM at Salty store for "My Heart Bleeds For You"

maps.secondlife.com/secondlife/Flawless/182/224/28

the kindest of kisses breakes the hardest of hearts

My heart bleeds for her...😞

I feel it's impossible to escape now,

These emotions hold me back so tightly,

I try to run away but it follows me along,

I wish I could simplify my emotions,

And not hurt anyone so cruelly,

But can you ask this question to them,

Who's fault was it at first?

Was I to be blamed for straying?

Am I to be held responsible for tears?

And can no one can see how I am hurt,

Can no one see how my heart bleeds,

And how I spent sleepless nights,

Deeply engaged in my thoughts,

I am burning inside my heart,

No one can feel my pain,

And see what I am suffering,

I hope decisions can be made sooner,

So no one is hurt this way.

Words: Rabsha

Shot: Rabsha

Bleeding heart plants remind me of my Nana...so I planted some.

My Marilyn Monroe quilt is hanging on my clothesline as I tack the layers together for binding. I hate binding quilts...so it's still not quite finished. I love this photo for so many reasons...

:o)

Les larmes de l'arbre... l'arbre pleure...

Ils ont tous été coupés.

Et j'ai vu les larmes, leur sang...

Tears of the tree ... the tree is crying ...

They have all been cut.

And I saw the tears, their blood ...

SOLD

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None of these images may be reproduced and or used for any form of publication, print or Internet use without my permission.

Let me paint this picture for you, baby

You spend your nights alone

And he never comes home

And every time you call him

All you get’s a busy tone

I heard you found out

That he’s doing to you

What you did to me

Ain’t that the way it goes

You cheated girl

My heart bleeds girl

So it goes without saying that you left me feeling hurt

Just a classic case

A scenario

Tale as old as time

Girl you got what you deserved

And now you want somebody

To cure the lonely nights

You wish you had somebody

That could come and make it right

But girl I ain’t somebody with a lot of sympathy

You’ll see

(What goes around comes back around)

I thought I told ya, hey

...

See?

You should’ve listened to me, baby

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Because

(What goes around comes back around)

[Comes Around interlude:]

____________

My favourite part of that song.

On her very own Salzburg, Austrian violin...really...I bought it for her in Salzburg this year...is our fun little Pumpkin. She's really the only one of the girls who would take the time to learn how to play. Everyone else just looked at it like I was asking them to kiss a serpent.

This one says " My heart bleeds with love for you. My love is pure and true. If I were a dove I'd fly through blue skies to reach you! I am Lonely waiting for you. I am growing impatient, losing hope that you will marry me."

........................................

White beads = Symbol of Hope, Purity, Cleanliness and True Love.

Red Beads = Intense Love, Longing, My heart bleeds with Love for you!

Blue Beads = Faithfulness, If I were a dove, I'd fly through the blue skies to reach you!

Turquoise beads = Impatience, I'm losing hope that you will marry me.

Black Beads = Loneliness/ also Grief, My heart turns as black as the rafters of the hut, I hear you have another maiden.

Fabric to be found here : www.spoonflower.com/designs/1805017