Bento Mesh Head: Catwa Tala

Bento Mesh Body: Maitreya Lara

Face/Body Applier: Morphine by Cureless

Hair: Monike by {Letituier}

Doll Arms (white): [Cubic Cherry] now @ the Engine Room event

Swan Lake Enchanted Lake Dress (rare): :MoonAmore:

Half Pointe Slippers: Astralia

Glamour Glitter (white): Cole's Corner

POSE: "Fairy Winds" Fitting Phantasies by Le Poppycock

SIM: Elvion @ maps.secondlife.com/secondlife/Wish%20Valley/206/192/2121

 

The things that we take for granted...

It's been the longest winter without you

I didn't know where to turn to

See somehow i can't forget you

After all that we've been through

 

Going

Coming

Thought i heard a knock

 

Thinking that

 

Now i have realised

that i really didn't knooOooOw

 

If you didn't notice

You mean everything

 

To love again

I'm be oooOook

 

Thought i couldn't live without you

It's going to hurt when it heals too

Oh yeaah

 

Even though i really love you

I'm gonna smile because i deserve too

 

I couldn't turn on the TV

Without something that would remind me

Was it all that easy?

To just put us out your feeling

 

If i'm dreamin

Don't want to let it ,hurt my feelings,

 

But that's the past

 

And i know that, time will heal it

 

If you didn't notice

Well you mean everything

 

Oooh turn up again

I'm be ok

 

Thought i couldn't live without you

It's gonna hurt when it heals too

Oooh yeah

 

Even though i really love you

I'm gonna smile because i deserve too

 

Since there's no more you and me

 

No matter how hard it is

I will be fine without you

Yes i Will

 

Thought i couldn't live without you

It's gonna hurt when it heals too

 

Even though i really loved you

I'm gonna smile cos i deserve too yes i do

 

Thought i couldn't live without you

It's gonna hurt when it heals too yeaaaah

 

Even though i really loved you

Going to smile cos i deserve too ~

 

by Leona Lewis

 

If you have a minute, enjoy this passionate video and song by same~

 

www.youtube.com/watch?v=VrNoDUblAtE&feature=PlayList&...

 

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“The more anger towards the past you carry in your heart, the less capable you are of loving in the present.”

Barbara De Angelis

It has been an exciting summer this year to see juvenile Red-headed Woodpeckers at my feeders on a regular basis. I was thrilled to pieces when I was taking pictures of one of them at this seed cake feeder when the adult showed up and they actually shared the feeder for quite some time.

 

Since they are otherwise always chasing each other off when a second one approaches, I can only assume this adult is the parent of this juvenile.

 

**Please note there is a series of photos on the first comments page that go along with this main capture.

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preproduction

More from Janis's Nature preserve. I still haven't uploaded any pix of the bunny. Maybe next time. Or soon.

 

Copyright warning: All the pictures in my stream are my exclusive property and not to be used by any other person , business or entity without written terms and permissions. Please contact me if you are interested in this photo.

Expect the unexpected, live the moment, and seize the day...

Every second counts, so never waste time instead, make each day special.

Make someone laugh, or help someone cross the street...

Walk your neighbor's dog, or sell lemonade for free...

Because these little things are the ones that make the most difference...

So make each day a memorable one, and live life one day at a time, you never know when it'll all be taken away from you

B&W Film Wedding Photography by Johnny Martyr, Maryland | www.facebook.com/MartyrAndLee/ | www.MartyrAndLeePhotography.com/

 

Hand in hand, walking with his son to the ceremony

if you have the faith of a mustard seed...then what--?? I guess you can grow mustard. Nature follows its own course--"go with the flow."

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pigment

River Man

 

by Hannah Hamilton

 

Rivers can be metaphors for many things. Metaphors for life, for its twists and turns, for the suredness of its path, for our uncertainty of what lies ahead. For times of peace in deep, calm waters, for times of struggle in the turbulence of the rapids, for times of submergence when hard bedrock yields to soft sand, creating hidden whirlpools and turnholes that threaten to suck us under their untroubled surface. Metaphors for the flow of time that’s constant in its pace but relative in our experience of it: going fast when we’re paddling frantic up stream, and slow, when we’re floating down, on our backs, gazing up at the clouds, letting the current do with us what it will. And metaphors for memories. That ethereal lifeblood that courses through our lives just like a river, connecting the babbling brook to the broad estuary, giving us a place, a direction, a stage, a reflection.

 

Rivers flow in all of us, and us in them, and in the sublimeness of their presence we find ours.

 

In his own way, my father taught me this. Not in words, they were not his strong point: as a peasant child in 1930s rural Ireland, he emerged illiterate and innumerate from two years of schooling, an experience that’s greatest impact was felt on the temples of his head, the lobes of his ears and the palms of his hands. He recalls being beaten by the teacher for ‘being thick’, so he wouldn’t go to school, and instead opted to be beaten at home by his father for truancy. School registers from the time record one of two excuses: ‘Wet day no clothes’ or, more frequently, ‘Gone fishing’.

 

What I learned from him came in more subtle ways than that of lecture, both in retrospect and in riddle, that required a certain amount of water to pass between the arches of my bridge to be understood. But now, I understand.

 

Because that scrawny malnourished child with no shoes and no electricity, that picked stones out of pratie (potato) fields for pennies and knew the fear of God like the back of his hand instilled in his child, a child of 1980s relative affluence with a full belly and nothing for wants, a sense of what it is to know oneself through nature, to find your place in this world, and in that place be free. His lesson was his life, and his classroom his river.

life lessons pk

We try to teach our Children about life.....

Our Children teach us what life's all about.

 

Saw this quote and loved it....put it to one of my photos. Author Angela Schwindt

 

When…

 

When I was little

My family caused me pain

Deep, hurtful, shameful

Pain

 

When I grew up

Life caused me pain

Teaching me regret, remorse, loss, and

Fear

 

When I aged

My body caused me pain

Teaching me that biomechanical machines wear out,

Contributing to my

Suffering

 

When I looked all around me

I saw everyone in pain

Rich, poor, slave, free

Some endured more pain

Than others

But I learned that

Pain is the currency of all of our

Lives

 

When I studied religion

I learned more pain

And that’s

 

When…

 

I realized:

 

That if there is any purpose

To our lives here on Earth

That can be construed

As noble or lofty or pleasing

Then that purpose

Is for us to learn how to

And to work at

Alleviating everyone’s

Pain

 

However

And

 

When

Ever

 

We can

Without regard to race or creed or dogma

But just because it’s the most right thing to do

 

When will we learn that lesson

And begin to apply it

 

When…

I was introduced to Aoyama Sensei by Mike. Mike was teaching English at a company apartment complex near Mt Fuji. He was friends with an woman who lived in the same apartment complex. She taught flower arranging, tea ceremony and cooking to the other housewives.

“Life is

a succession

of lessons

which must

be lived

to be

understood.”

~Thomas Carlyle

 

March 19, 2010

 

Shades of Life

shadesoflife365.wordpress.com/2010/03/19/lifes-lessons/

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Aoyama Sensei married a few months before the war. Her husband was soon after called up and shipped overseas. He was stationed on a small island. Towards the end of the war, the allies bypassed the island he was on. Most of the soldiers on the island starved to death, her husband being one of them. Aoyama Sensei never remarried. She loved children and young people.

(And it's all small stuff)

A great read-by Richard Carlson, PH.D.

She could party like no other person I knew or have met since. She was good at getting us drunk while she just pretended to drink. We always had a good time with Aoyama Sensei.

This picture was taken in her apartment some time after New Year's. We stayed with her for about a week.

 

Look above Pam on the shelf. You will see a couple of dolls. She had 40 or 50 more dolls on a shelf along another wall. She called those dolls "her children". A very giving and happy woman.

A little late this week, but no less enjoyable to create. This was inspired by the holiday this week.

i know i am not so "present" here, i have been deeply engaged in setting up another project (about presence actually)

it's been very time consuming

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yellow is the color of spring

when the risk to remain tight in a bud was more painful than the risk it took to blossom~Anais Nin

starting w/(a) line --> left handed --> life(s) lesson(s) --> daily bread

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tulip

he seems to be getting a bit more relaxed about having his picture taken

;)

this week ...has been heavenly hard...& i feel......like i'm going under...tks 4 flying by...

^i^

 

*Going Under* ~ song lyrics by Evanescence

www.youtube.com/watch?v=UZjf9C6atT4

 

Now I will tell you what I've done for you,

50 thousand tears I've cried.

screaming, decieving, and bleeding for you,

and you still won't hear me.

going under.

Don't want your hand this time, I'll save myself,

maybe I'll wake up for once.

not tormented daily defeated by you.

just when i thought I reached the bottom.

 

Im dying again

 

I'm going under,

drowning in you,

I'm falling forever,

I've got to break through,

I'm going under.

 

Blurring and stirring the truth and the lies,

[whisper]

So I don't know what's real, so I dont know what's real and what's not, what's real and what's not.

Always confusing the thoughts in my head,

So I can't trust myself anymore.

 

Im dying again

 

I'm going under,

drowning in you,

I'm falling forever,

I've got to break through,

 

I'm

 

So go on and scream, scream at me,

I'm so far away.

I won't be broken again.

I've got to breathe,

I can't keep going under.

 

Im dying again

 

I'm going under,

drowning in you,

I'm falling forever,

I've got to break through,

I'm going under[going under]

going under [drowning in you]

I'm going unde

When I was working on the original version of this I discovered the world of digital mirroring. I was playing with a photo of windows in an airport and somehow ended up mirroring the photo, and that's where the fun began. I just recently mirrored one of my old drawings and I thought it would be fun to go back to this one (that inspired my latest addiction: digital mirroring) and mirror it again. I'm not sure which one I like better, but this is definitely a nice twist.

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artist is present

… none of us really know what path we will tread. We all have dreams and aspirations, but sometimes things change unexpectedly and send us in another direction.

 

Today was the funeral of a close friend of mine. A spiritual man, Paul was only 44 when he was diagnosed with spinal cancer a few months ago.

 

Go safely on your journey my friend ♥

 

“ “Have I told you about the tension of opposites?” he says.

 

The tension of opposites?

 

“Life is a series of pulls back and forth. You want to do one thing, but you are bound to do something else. Something hurts you, yet you know it shouldn’t. You take certain things for granted, even when you know you should never take anything for granted.

 

“A tension of opposites, like a pull in a rubber band. And most of us live somewhere in the middle.”

 

Sounds like a wrestling match, I say.

 

“A wrestling match.” he laughs “yes, you could describe life this way.”

 

So which side wins, I ask?

 

“Which side wins?”

 

He smiles at me, the crinkled eye, the crooked teeth.

“Love wins. Love always wins.” ”

 

Morrie and Albom

 

Life's Lessons

drink from toilets or urinals as they use reclaimed water as a water saving measure.

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2nite views

mood::thankful & appreciative

 

Quote by Dr. Seuss