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This winter, to my great surprise, the village cemetery turned out to be a joyful place for me. This is because it was there that I found the same female Snowy Owl, again and again. I usually found her sitting on the ground in the snow or on a low cement bench. It was very different to drive to the cemetery one day and find Ms. Snowy perched atop a tombstone, not far from the road. I didn't realize it then, but this would be the last time I'd see Ms. Snowy. At least, for Winter 2017-2018. I'm not sure what to make of the inscription on the tombstone...if anything. I just know that I will be thrilled to go to the cemetery next winter and find a Snowy Owl!
Please note: In reality, the monument that the owl is sitting on shows the names of the deceased at the top of it with the words, "one day at a time" beneath the names. I didn't feel okay about showing the names, so I removed them in PS and moved the inscription upwards.
Texture: Flypaper Waxworks
From the garden
Itty bitty bottle
Multiple Exposure
Remote control
Not sure if I am happy with the ME but I do like the color palette.
One day at a time...
Be well dear Flickr friends:)
"One day at a time -- this is enough...”
~ Unknown
*Somewhere off Plank Road, a short distance after the 4-way stop. On my way to work one misty October morn.
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..........promise.
Avani...so many good things to say about this brand but you really need to go check it out for yourself...the new release "French Campaign" is out now at The Anthem Event..pictured from the set is:
Avani French Campaign Collection Canopy Bed, PG
Avani French Campaign Collection S Curve Stool, All
Avani French Campaign Collection Side Table, Gray Oak
Avani French Campaign Articulating Table Lamp, Iron
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Avani Mainstore: maps.secondlife.com/secondlife/KraftWork/229/88/1002
Avani Flickr: flic.kr/ps/byBV3
Various pieces from Avani:
Avani Mirko Collection Antique Wedding Cabinet
Avani Olivere Collection Lounge Chair,
Avani Shea Collection Low Pouf
Avani Songbird Keepsake Box, Aged Gray
And who doesn't need some adorable Corgi's in their life!!!!!!!! Rezz Room has brought some to you this round at faMESHed... ...please make sure to check out their animations!
[Rezz Room] Corgi Adult Animesh (Companion)
[Rezz Room] Corgi Puppy Animesh (Companion)
You can find these cuties here:
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[Rezz Room] mainstore: maps.secondlife.com/secondlife/Paris%20City/171/134/26
[Rezz Room] flickr: flic.kr/ps/37vrZw
Misc. Goodies:
Dutchie antique candle chandelier
Nutmeg. Warm Respite Fireplace
Thank you so much for all the support! 😊
Day 233/365:
Our hydrangeas seem to be losing their colour earlier this year but one or two have survived a little longer.
Another day, another in the spotlight.
Evening walk thinking of my sister that passed away on Jan 16th 22 to Covid. No words can describe the pain. It hurts so much.
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What I enjoy owning private land is creating a place for my SL family and I to enjoy laughing and talking for hours and of course sharing music.
youtu.be/tMsbeyeTtpk << a new fave song I enjoy.
www.youtube.com/watch?v=xUZFF3EFozU
Draw with lines ...
Photo of a photo of # 1164 taken by my daughter Sonia
Game face was on
Won
Would not win now !
:-)
what have i become...
its been a long numbing summer. i owe many letters to good friends. apologies. the place i have been was nowhere from which to correspond with the well intentioned and concerned. ive read your letters with an autistic's frustration.
ive become rather feral. i warily squint at tomorrow's promises, remembering yesterday's lies. i know the weight and heft of brutus' dagger - in my bloodied hand and in my blameless back. ive put myself together so many times that i have forgotten where are the original breaks. it would be great to think to myself that i have been on some heroic haj of introspection. no. these are the uayeb times, as the mayans called those evil-bearing days, and i have been beat down hard, beat down until what was left of me was all that truly matters. i had envisioned a triumphator's return when i moved to my land. a new life, new love, an estate of vineyards and horses and a home in which to finally start a family. i had painfully ended a ten year marriage where the promise of having children was held out like a reward for yet another sacrifice. i was going to return to my land and become the man i gave up being - please, my friends, take this to heart; never become tame to being deceived. fight it. demand the truth, no matter the cost - but God and the Devil share a perverse sense of humor and they have had a few laughs regarding my scraped chin. you are never redeemed by your circumstances, only by your submission. ive always been partial to the myth of the Minotaur: a ferocious, primal, brooding force deep inside our personal labyrinths. you cant go too far forward without reckoning with that force. it was not enough to free myself from the circumstances that kept me from having a family and building a world on my land, i had to come to terms with the monster inside. therein is redemption. but the trick to that pony is that you cant destroy it, only deliver it. love it. its the only way out of here.
so thats what i did over summer vacation...
from an earlier post:
With a healthy swagger of a swig of gin, he leveled a grin on me, ‘Friend, trust me, the worst that can befall you in this life is to know yourself undeniably. Ive had the opportunity to understand the beast within mine self; charming devil really, as long as you don’t give him power of attorney or uncross your legs. Now, in your decent bland type, the true self will always remain distant and nebulous. Never clear. As long as your self is a fable or rumor or a slight tidal tugging on your decisions, then you will be safe and content and fed. A ‘distant absentee landlord self’ is the best you can achieve, one which drops in only at harvest time to collect the rent and leaves promptly with a polite flourish of his cap. When you really dwell on it, the majority of you out there in the world are only sharecropping in your souls. The worst, and never curse your worst enemy with this, is an arrogant, jealous, petty, micromanager Yahweh self. I shudder…’
‘I can tell you what the self is not. The self is not a haven or heaven. It is not an absolving rain, a parting of darkened clouds, nor a sacred bull, it is not a friend, it is not a lover, and it must never be confused as a Truth. It is a cold wall. It will give no purchase. You cannot climb over nor burrow under it. It does not care what illusions and winks you sell in your head. It is the immutable mute until you meet it head-on; from there it becomes the unassailable asshole. It has a light (or lie) bending gravity. You can step away from it for a moment, but at each further step the pull of that gravity increases until you can resist forward no further.’ Another drink, ice clinking ‘And you plummet back on your self. Insanity, in all its flavors and hacks, is nothing more than the peculiar way one has been broken on their self, from a simple garden variety neurotic broken finger to a full autistic paralysis.’
‘When a man is said to have met his destiny he has only submitted to his self. You know what the word Islam mean? Submission. The last act of free will is true submission. Where there is no escape, you can either break in half or relent – and neither will leave you a particularly appetizing creature. This is why I say that the worst fate is to know your self undeniably, because its undeniability will crush you until you submit and become irrevocably that which is yourself.’
He twirled ice in his glass. ‘And I will tell you something else. The most dangerous man in the room is the one who loves what he is.’
Yes it is me, pretty green eyes and all. I so need an eyebrow wax, I look like I just came out of the bush! **** One Day at a Time - Day One Hundred and Ninety-Seven
Taking a wee break for a bit.
Hubby is in the hospital. It is serious, but we'll see how things go.
So my Mime says, "Take a break. Love the one you hold dear and hold their hands."
~~~"A faithful friend loves to the end." ~~ unknown
For Bodhi: Let me count the ways...
So winter's come
And summer's fall
Time is just a whisper
In a waterfall
Forever now
Forever now
Every road I wander
Brings me back here
Next to you
Be still my love
And close your eyes
Don't say a word
No hows or whys
Everything I need, within me
All the dreams I've dreamed, are true
And all these starry skies, inside me
When I'm next to you
~ Bebel Gilberto, Didi Gutman, Marius De Vries, "Next to You," ex the unforgettable CD "Bebel Gilberto"
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Darumus Ministractus is a rare breed of insect (famous for its long and multiple antennae) that hovers over the River Thames near the Embankment. Here is a fine example of the creature, in conversation with the moon and a small flock of birds.
Going back and posting my 365's that I didn't get to. Very sad seeing Luna so active just a few short days ago.
View on non-stop black! I couldn't help myself. There were forces beyond my control that kept saying - edit, edit, more editing is needed. Well, here you have it. A very edited picture of a dragonfly on a lily pad.
Taken for Cinco de Mayo on Tuesday. Luna had vommited a few times the night before and that morning - so I didn't put the hat on for too long. Little did I know then that she was much sicker than I thought.
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Another great song video from yours truly, this one is 32 years in the making, written long ago and loved by folk music great Pete Seeger who requested the song from me. (a thrill) i hope you enjoy sing-along and share with your best friends. This is what life is all about sharing you joy and appreciating life's many gifts as we travel along this road from birth to death. Be kind, give out hugs and kisses, help your neighbor, laugh when you can, cry too and drink up and think up each day of your life. Peace and Blessings. John H.
Available for sale and other songs by me at
johnwilliamhammond.bandcamp.com/
here is a like to another great song too flic.kr/p/2ng41ED
And another super fun one - flic.kr/p/2noowtf
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