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This is the sound of light. This is the sound of a miracle. This is the sound of life. This is the sound of Christmas. Our "Shchedryk." Our Leontovych. Our history, which carries especially profound symbolism in times of war.
The great Ukrainian composer Mykola Leontovych spent several years living and working in the city now known as Pokrovsk. There, he taught music to children, formed a choir, and it was in that very place that he composed the second edition of "Shchedryk," which is heard in every corner of the world these days. This is how a Ukrainian gifted the world the musical spirit of Christmas.
And may everyone in the world remember Ukraine when they hear it. The way we are fighting today for the main symbol of this holiday – for hope and for the triumph of life. On our land, in every city and town, including Pokrovsk.
The divine music composed there and the evil that russia brought there sharply illustrate the difference between us and them.
We strive to create, while for some, the meaning of life is to sow death. We seek harmony, seek justice – we want peace.
All we need is to live peacefully on our own land, to see the sun, our sky, and in it – a Christmas star, not Iranian Shaheds and russian missiles. But for some, life feels "boring and lacks excitement." These words are proof of how far they are from God, from Christianity, and from true faith. And this is proof of why their bondage and darkness will lose. We know this. The world knows this.
And God knows this. Evil will be defeated. Ukrainians believe this and pray for it – pray for all this evil and filth to vanish from our land forever. And Ukrainians undoubtedly deserve it.
Dear nation!
Tonight is a very special evening. Christmas Eve.
And this is our third Christmas during wartime. Our great Ukrainian family cannot fully celebrate it the way we would like to, the way it should be celebrated.
Not all of us are home, unfortunately. Sadly, not everyone has a home. And tragically, not everyone is with us. Yet, despite all the hardships brought by the enemy, they have failed to take or destroy what matters most – our hearts, the light within us, our faith in goodness and mercy, and the humanity that lives in each of us.
We have not lost our values, and that is why today we honor all those who gave their lives defending us. We pray today for everyone on the frontlines – to return alive. For all those in captivity – to come back home. For all those russia has driven into occupation. For all those it has forced to leave. For all those who face hardships but have not lost Ukraine within themselves – and because of that, Ukraine will never lose them.
That is why, no matter where we are today, we are definitely together. For the second time, we celebrate Christmas on the same date as one big family, one country. For the second time in modern history, Christmas unites all Ukrainians. Today we are side by side. And we will not get lost. Whether in person or in our minds, we will greet each other, call our parents, kiss our children, hug our loved ones, and remember those close to us. In person, from afar, or in our hearts – Ukrainians are together today. And as long as we do this, evil has no chance. This unity and warmth toward one another are the true spirit of Christmas – the unique atmosphere that we will preserve within ourselves and share with those around us. With everyone we love. With everyone who is so dear to us.
And today, that means every Ukrainian.
Merry Christmas to all of you!
May the light of faith shine in our souls, may our hearts be filled with hope, and may every home be blessed with love and abundance. May the Lord protect you, your families, and our Ukraine.
With His help, may all the evil that entered our home disappear, replaced by goodness and justice. May there be peace and prosperity.
And may every child be healthy, delight in their gifts, smile, and – despite everything – feel the joy of this holiday. And may the most precious thing – the sparkle of happiness in children’s eyes – be seen.
This is what we are fighting for.
This is what we are praying for.
This is what we deserve.
Merry Christmas, dear Ukrainians!
Christ is born!
Glorify Him!
up here...
the silence...the "stillness"...is so profound...
you could cause ripples on the entire lake
just with the sound of your breath.
come sit with me here...
Chandratal lake, Spiti Valley Himalayas.
Chandra Tal (meaning the Lake of the Moon) is situated at an altitude of about 4,300 metres (14,100 ft) in the Himalayas.
Mountains of scree overlook the lake on one side, and a magnificent cirque presents a view on the other. The name of the lake originates from its crescent shape. Situated in the Spiti part of the Lahaul and Spiti district of Himachal Pradesh (India), it is a popular destination for trekkers and campers. The lake is accessible on foot from Batal as well as from Kunzum Pass from late May to early October. There is also a motorable road from Batal which is 16 km (9.9 mi) away from Chandra Tal, but before August, its condition can be bad. The road from Kunzum Pass is accessible only on foot, and it is about 8 km (5.0 mi) from Chandra Tal.
The most surprising thing about this lake is that there is no visible source of this lake but there is a visible outlet which means that water to this lake comes from underground.
The lake is situated on the Samudra Tapu plateau, which overlooks the Chandra River.
The lake is one of two high-altitude wetlands of India which have been designated as Ramsar sites, the other being the Tso Moriri wetland reserve.
Gates create profound shifts in space and thinking. Outside... inside. Excluded... included.
Once inside our Chinese gate, you're in another world. Yellow and green-striped Bamboos, myriad varieties of Palms and colorful Crotons. Papayas are fruiting now but our White Orchid Tree (Bauhinia) won't bloom again till next Spring. An unusually tall Pandanus or Screw Pine tree stands tall on its amazing propped feet and bears heavy green cones.
Paths curve and meander, guiding you past cactus beds and rosy-edged Acalyphas. A giant Ficus tree has dropped its vine-like roots to the ground and they have rooted and enlarged themselves into columns you can wander through.
I believe in dreams... and making them come true!
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Phonebox by borealnz
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Yes, I don’t know
If I should believe in this daily rising sun
Whose authenticity no one can guarantee me,
Or if it would be better (because better or more convenient)
To believe in some other sun,
One that shines even at night,
Some profound incandescence of things,
Surpassing my understanding.
(...)
Álvaro de Campos (F. Pessoa)
(...)
Sim, não sei
Se hei-de acreditar neste sol de todos os dias,
Cuja autenticidade ninguém me garante,
Ou se não será melhor, por melhor ou por mais cómodo,
Acreditar em qualquer outro sol –
Outro que ilumine até de noite, –
Qualquer profundidade luminosa das coisas
De que não percebo nada…
(...)
Álvaro de Campos (F. Pessoa)
This has no profound meaning. I'd just been reading—again—about Hurricane Dorian stalled over The Bahamas, and began fiddling with this tiny piece of reflective ribbon and light and aperture.
I hope the lovely people of The Bahamas beat the odds for survival. And the coastal areas along the East Coast in days to come.
As shot in RAW. Slight crop.
With a huff and a puff and a rather profound protest from Paul, did the girls manage to manoeuvre the two stranded adolescents into a somewhat upright position.
Polly: This... *pant* would have been *gasp* easier if you hadn't been so fa..
Sandy: *just stepping into the room with little Penny* Hello, hello, hello! What's all this then?
Paul: *from the floor* Who ever you are, help!!
Patch: Sorry Paul, it's just Sandy and Goody Two-Shoes Penny and they're both yellow clad from top to bottom. As rigid as us I recon.
Polly: Heh, what a coinkydink.
Paul: *Groan*
Penny: Am not! Look what I can do! *waving her arms enthusiastically*
Sandy: No one likes a show-off Penny dear. But I'm as flexible. *demonstarting a modest wave*
Sindy: Then for heaven sake, help us stand up properly.
------> To be continued.
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Sindy is wearing 'Sail Away' 1967
Paul is wearing 'Ship Ahoy' 1967
Patch is wearing ‘Sou’Wester’ 1966
Polly is wearing ‘Sou’Wester’ 1966 (even more rigid)
Sandy is wearing 'Sail Away' 1967 (the soft and pliable version)
Penny is wearing 'a yellow raincoat' ?
All of whom (part from Sandy and Penny's versions) has become as unyielding as suits of plaster.
THE MYSTERY OF THE VEIL
The Veil can be thick or transparent, unique or multiple; it veils or it unveils, violently or gently, suddenly or progressively; it includes or it excludes, and it separates thus two regions, one inward and one outward. All these modes are manifested in the microcosm as well as in the macrocosm, or in the spiritual life as well as in the cosmic cycles.
The impenetrable Veil covers from sight something that is too sacred or too intimate; the veil of Isis suggests the two relationships, since the body of the Goddess coincides with the Holy-of-Holies.
The "sacred" refers to the divine aspect of "Majesty"; the "intimate" for its part refers to "Beauty"; blinding Majesty and intoxicating Beauty.
The transparent Veil, on the contrary, communicates both the sacred and the intimate, like a sanctuary that opens its door, or a bride who gives herself, or a bridegroom who welcomes and takes possession.
When the Veil is thick, it hides the Divinity: it is made of the forms that constitute the world, but these are also the passions within the soul; the thick Veil is woven out of sensorial phenomena around us and passional phenomena within us; and be it noted that an error is a passional element to the extent that it is serious and that man is attached to it.
The thickness of the Veil is both objective and subjective, in the world and in the soul: it is subjective in the world in so far as our minds fail to penetrate to the essence of forms, and it is objective in the soul in the sense that passions and thoughts are phenomena.
When the Veil is transparent, it reveals the Divinity: it is made of forms in so far as these communicate their spiritual contents, whether we understand them or not; in an analogous fashion, the virtues allow the Divine Qualities to shine through, while the vices indicate their absence, or their opposites, which comes to the same thing. The transparency of the Veil is both objective and subjective, which can be understood without difficulty after what has just been said; for if on the one hand forms are transparent (not in respect
of their existence but in respect of their messages), on the other hand it is our mind which makes them transparent by its penetration.
Transcendence thickens the Veil; immanence renders it transparent, either in the objective world or in ourselves, through our awareness of the underlying Spirit. From quite a different standpoint, however, the understanding of transcendence is a phenomenon of transparency, while on the contrary the brutish enjoyment of what is offered to us by virtue of immanence, is obviously a phenomenon of thickening.
There are iridescent silks in which two opposed colours appear alternately on the same surface, depending on the position of the material; this play of colours evokes cosmic ambiguity, namely the mixture of"nearness" and "distance" (we might also say of greatness and smallness) that characterizes the fabric of which the world is made and of which we ourselves are made. This brings us to the question of the subjective attitude of man before the objective ambiguity of the world.
The noble man, and consequently the spiritual man, sees in positive phenomena the substantial greatness and not the accidental smallness, but he is indeed obliged to discern smallness when it is substantial and when, in consequence, it determines the nature of the phenomenon.
The base man, on the contrary, and sometimes the simply worldly man, sees the accidental before the essential and gives himself over to the consideration of the aspects of smallness which enter into the constitution of greatness, but which cannot detract from its greatness in the least degree, except in the eyes of the man who is himself made of smallness.
The two iridescent colours, it goes without saying, can have an exclusively positive meaning: activity and passivity, rigour and gentleness, strength and beauty, and other complementarities.
The universal Veil comprises a play of contrasts and shocks, and also and even more profoundly and more really, a play of harmony and love.
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Frithjof Schuon: Esoterism as Principle and as Way - The Mystery of the Veil
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Quoted in: The Essential Frithjof Schuon (edited by Seyyed Hossein Nasr)
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Image: Chakrasamvara and consort Vajravarahi
This powerful depiction of Chakrasamvara embracing his yogini consort Vajravarahi is a highly energized visualization, such as would have been experienced by an advanced tantric master. These are key deities in the Vajrayana system, uniting two of the most powerful ideas in esoteric Buddhism, wisdom, embodied in Vajravarahi, and compassion, the essence of Chakrasamvara. His name, which translates as Circle of Bliss, embodies the powerful union of these two fundamentals tenets of Buddhism.
This was back in 2010 in Florida, one of the very few mornings where I was out at Circle B Bar Reserve to witness the sunrise. These magnificent American White Pelicans were wintering there and in the morning they would all fly about a mile to Lake Hancock to catch breakfast! I will never forget that special morning. I was sleep-deprived and shivering with cold and didn't manage many usable pictures, but it was a profound experience.
Beneath a vault of boundless azure, where the clouds tumble and twist like restless spirits, New Zealand's Routeburn Valley unfolds—a land of such profound beauty it seems to pulse with the memory of creation itself. Set amidst the raw splendor of New Zealand’s Southern Alps, this realm feels ancient beyond reckoning, its features carved by the steady hand of time and the chaotic whim of the elements.
The forest at the valley’s edge surges forward in chaotic majesty, a riot of greens ranging from the soft, glowing emerald of mosses to the dark, brooding shades of towering trees. Each leaf and branch seems alive with whispered secrets, their stories carried by a breeze that snakes its way through the undergrowth, rustling and sighing like the ghosts of forgotten ages. Beneath the canopy, the ground is soft with decay and renewal, where every fallen twig and clump of lichen plays its part in the endless cycle of life.
Above it all, the mountains rise with an almost imperious indifference, their ridges serrated like the edges of a broken crown. Snow clings stubbornly to their highest peaks, glinting in the sun like shards of white fire, relics of a winter that refuses to yield entirely to the warmth below. One jagged peak commands the scene, thrusting upward with primal force. Its slopes are smothered in dense green forest that creeps upward as if trying to claim the summit for its own, while bare rock above seems to defy it, jagged and immovable. It looms with a quiet authority, a monolith that seems to regard the passage of time as little more than an afterthought.
In the valley’s heart, the rivers thread and twist with the grace of a dancer, their waters shimmering like liquid glass under the midday sun. They carve thin, silvery scars into the earth, a pattern so intricate it feels deliberate, like an ancient script left by the gods. The wide grassy plains, saturated with the vitality of untouched wilderness, seem to cradle these waters, offering them passage as they journey deeper into the unseen.
This place is alive with a stillness that hums with hidden energy, as if the air itself is charged with the memory of something vast and eternal. It is the kind of quiet that feels intentional, a silence that listens as much as it is heard. One might imagine Aragorn leading the Fellowship through such a land, his steps careful on the mossy ground, or Legolas pausing to gaze at the mountains with a glint of recognition in his ageless eyes. The air carries the faintest trace of something unnameable—a scent of rain-soaked stone, of blooming earth, and of the faintest echo of a melody, lost to time but lingering just enough to be felt.
The Routeburn Valley seems untouched by the corruption of the wider world, a sanctuary where the light of the Two Trees might yet flicker in some secret hollow. The mountains guard their secrets jealously, the rivers speak in riddles, and the forests feel as though they are watching. Standing here, with the sun casting its light across the valley in soft gold and sharp white, one cannot help but feel this is a place where the fabric of the world wears thin—where Middle-earth might still echo faintly, and where a weary traveler might look beyond the farthest peak and glimpse a glimmer of the West, eternal and unchanging.
Free, profound, independent, her style is her own. It's personal, existential. Her only fear is convention. Her only weakness, jewelry. The roman nose adds character, the scar on her forehead adds strength, the curls in her hair add attitude. There is no such thing as imperfection, just originality.
This Stockholm cemetery was created between 1917 and 1920 by two young architects, Asplund and Lewerentz, on the site of former gravel pits overgrown with pine trees. The design blends vegetation and architectural elements, taking advantage of irregularities in the site to create a landscape that is finely adapted to its function. It has had a profound influence in many countries of the world.
An amazing portrait of a man at the Golden Temple, near Patan Durbar Square Lalitpur, Kathmandu Nepal. Taken during the 2022 Dashain Festival
the opposite of a profound truth may well be another profound truth :-)
― Niels Bohr
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What a pleasure to see (lust at) my figure in the mirror. The feminine illusion I create is unlike anything I know of. It is the source of great pleasures...
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Halooween 2023
Looking at this picture, I can tell I take so much joy dressing as a woman. I can't say I don't like it? That would be lieing to myself. (I've been know to lie to myself in the past, many times, in fact). Sometimes, I convince myself I am destined to become a woman? You see? It's only a fantasy, I know. I can't allow myself to live like a woman? But I confess I can't find the moral strength to leave the safe harbor of my marriage. Some silly voice in me believes I can have the best of "both worlds"?: to be a crossdresser and have a crossdessing life at the same time as to live in my marriage with the lovely woman I affectionately call my wife. To me, Jacqueline, living this experience, is profoundly disturbing. Still, no dysphoria in sight other than, perhaps, a "marriage dysphoria". Stay tune for the next episode of Jacqueline's "world of feminity".
The Longji Rice Terraces (also called the Dragon Backbone’s Rice Terraces) are the most amazing terraces in China! They've been around since the Yuan Dynasty (1271-1368). The Dragon's Backbone Rice Terraces are the culmination of both the profound wisdom and strenuous labor of the Zhuang people.
After a long day of hiking for us, there was no better place to enjoy an unforgettable sunset.
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One I wish I never played,
Oh, what a mess we made
And now the final frame,
Love is a losing game
Played out by the band,
Love is a losing hand
MOre than I could stand,
Love is a losing hand
Self professed and profound
Tilter tips were down
Know you’re a gambling man
Love is a loosing hand
Tho' I battled blind,
Love is a fate resigned
Memories mar my mind,
Love is a fate resigned
Over futile odds,
And laughed at by the Gods
And now the final frame,
Love is a losing game
Valley of Color ~ Wildflowers (mule ears and lupine)
Antelope Flats Road ~ Teton County, Wyoming U.S.A.
Entered in the TMI Group August Contest: "August Abundance"
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2nd Place Competition Winner ~ Fauna & Flora Group ~ Jan 2014
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3rd Place Competition Winner ~ TMI Group ~ August 2016
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2nd Place Competition Winner - Daarklands Group - 10/10/23 Theme: Fields and Meadows
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(From the National Park Service website) :
"Lunch Tree Hill, just a short hike from Jackson Lake Lodge, is a great spot for a picnic with a view. This vista overlooks several acres of willows that offer great wildlife viewing and an unobstructed panorama of the Teton Range.
Beyond the magnificent view and great wildlife viewing, this place is special because of a significant historical event that happened here.
This story begins with Horace Albright, the first National Park Service Superintendent of Yellowstone, who was well known for his love of the Teton Range and his dream to preserve it along with the Jackson Hole valley. A fortuitous visit to the Yellowstone area by the Rockefeller family, recounted below, proved to be just what Albright needed to germinate his master plan.
The summer of 1926 found John D. Rockefeller, Jr., his wife and three children, again journeying to the West. After a visit to the Southwest and California, in July they arrived at Yellowstone for a twelve day stay. Soon Albright was motoring his guests south to the Teton country. The first day they picnicked on a hill (now "Lunch Tree Hill" adjacent to Jackson Lake Lodge) overlooking Jackson Lake. Five moose browsed contentedly in the marsh below them. Across the lake spread the majestic Teton Range. It was a day and a view destined to have a lasting impression on Rockefeller."
"The following morning they continued south towards Jackson. Rockefeller and his wife were profoundly impressed by the Leigh-String-Jenny Lake region, but were appalled by the encroaching commercialism. A rather tawdry dancehall seemed inappropriate, "unsightly structures" marred the road, and telephone wires bisected the Teton view. Jackson Hole seemed destined for the ubiquitous uglification coincidental with unplanned tourist development. Mrs. Rockefeller was particularly irate and asked if anything could be done. Visual abuse led to verbal communication and soon Albright was sharing his ideas. Returning to Yellowstone, they stopped at Hedricks Point, a bluff overlooking the Snake River which afforded a magnificent view in all directions. It was here that Albright revealed the concerns of the Maud Noble cabin meeting three years earlier, and the plan to save not only the mountains but much of the valley spread out before them. Although Rockefeller was noncommittal, he listened intently to Horace Albright's account of the efforts to save the valley."
"When Rockefeller signaled his desire to purchase the whole northern valley, it was a remarkable turn of fortune. … Within a few days after receiving the material, Rockefeller gave his approval in a letter … to purchase 'the entire Jackson Hole Valley with a view to its being ultimately turned over to the Government for joint or partial operation by the Department of Park and the Forestry Department.'"
With Rockefeller's help, Albright's dream would eventually become a reality.
Native American Proverb
Their future is in our hands.
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Dedicated to my friends who had a baby girl this afternoon - yay! Welcome to the world baby Audrey.
Thanks to borealnz for the texture.
Nature fascinates so profoundly, these lovely, beautiful flowers were presented in my yard by nature, the very same nature that has introduced Covid-19. Do enjoy this side of nature as I did today. Note the deep pine pollen still on the leaves.
There’s something profoundly peaceful about a snow-covered landscape—a world reduced to its simplest form, where silence becomes the loudest sound.
This lone tree, standing resilient against the vast, frozen expanse, tells a quiet story of strength, solitude, and the beauty of stillness.
Winter strips everything down to its essence, revealing a raw, minimalist beauty that often goes unnoticed.
The artist sees the profound beauty in every day. She takes note of the small blessings and of the grand divine. Her visions and imagination transform and evolve until they pour out in the work she shares. Through her artistry she gives meaning to our lives and inspires in us all, an appreciation of the enchanting nature of our world.
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"I'm realized by when we do things that are useful and helpful, collecting the shards of spirituality, towards the mastery of natural divinity and the healing of emotional mind may be helping to bring a profound healing"
Location : Pengkalan Balak, Masjid Tanah, Melaka, Malaysia
Tech details: Vertorama of 2 exposures using ACR (Adobe Camera Raw), one for the sky & one for the foreground. No tonemapped HDR.
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I sit and think some profound thoughts....
Does your chewing gum lose it's flavour on the bedpost overnight?
Do infants enjoy infancy as much as adults enjoy adultery?
If a pig loses its voice, is it disgruntled?
Why do women wear evening gowns to nightclubs? Shouldn't they be wearing nightgowns?
If love is blind, why is lingerie so popular?
If lawyers are disbarred and clergymen defrocked, doesn't it follow that electricians can be delighted, musicians denoted, cowboys deranged, models deposed, tree surgeons debarked and dry cleaners depressed?
Makeup and styling by Kelayla.
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Yūgen: a profound, mysterious sense of the beauty of the universe.
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Decor: Serenity Style- Cute Gingerbread Figures (gacha) @Arcade
Decor: # 187# Xmas Time GACHA (joy figures & deer) @Arcade
Decor: 22769 - Christmas Tree &Leather Stormlight, Christmas Spirit Home, joy (Gacha) @Arcade
House: Hisa - Hus Pa Landet SNOW@Mainstore
Trees:
Little Branch- Conifer.v3, Douglas Fir Tree, Jeffrey Pine
HISA - Winter shrubbery and grass @mainstore
Snow Mounds: Konoha - Meiji Snowscape @Mainstore
:FANATIK: Glaciers, Icebergs and Ice Plates @Mainstore
:FANATIK: LAND SHAPES Island @Mainstore
Meh. I have no motivation or crafty ideas at all, so I hope this profound statement changes your life.
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Movietime!
Hi everyone. While I have a profound fondness for photography, my ultimate passion is still moviemaking.
This is pretty much the reason for my missing in action these past 2 weeks. I managed to wrap this up in a week and a half with another animator at my company and was on a plane to Johannesburg last week thursday & friday for the Promax/BDA Africa Awards event. There were some great conferences in promo channel IDs from the likes of Comedy Central, Discovery Channel and Channel 4, not to mention a host of others. Plus, our company walked away with 2 Gold as well as 2 Silver BDA trophies for work entered this year! Needless to say......some big celebrating was undertaken....(no pics of these to be posted however) ;)
So, for your entertainment or perusal, follow the link to view the opening sequence that my fellow colleague and I created for this year's event.
You might also remember a poster I did a while back for it as well.
(hope it's alright...cringe-cringe)
enjoy...
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I should probably say something profound about the tragedy in London today, but I am not feeling great right now. Not in an ill sort of way, just in my head. I feel like my energy and motivation has sort of sapped away. It has happened before, and it usually goes away after a day or so, but it is just like there is this raincloud and no matter how hard I try, and I really do try, I cannot step out from underneath it into the sunshine where everyone else is. I think it is easier when I am talking to people to be able to push it to the back of my mind, put an umbrella up so to speak, but it is still there, casting its dull grey shadow. It is times like this when I start to worry about things that do not need worrying about. I start to overthink things.
A person could go insane inside of my mind. I think sometimes that maybe I have already.
(The hands are my dad's - we were mounting cross-stitching onto cards for my mum's business.)
for such a profound display of shared heart, joy, commitment, and imagination fueled by powerfully important purpose year after year. No matter the amount raised (although $95K USD this year...there are no words)
It's an incredible honor to be a Fairelander. And even though this year's event is completed, I hold this truth safe in my heart that Dawn also rises.
A beautiful day to start the year and for enjoying a long afternoon walk by the beach.
I haven't really got any wild plans nor profound words of wisdom to begin the New Year. To be honest I'm always a little melancholy and somewhat daunted by the onset of a whole new year. I just hope we learn to do more and be kinder to one another.
much more than just profound sadness...it is certainly that but also lead weight on your heart, a maze of pain, a prison with holes too small to squeeze through. and there is no way out, without help. my thoughts and prayers to the family and friends of robin williams......it is not an easy thing to witness. many people become angry at depressed people because they feel helpless.....and because they think it is a matter of will power. and they are wrong.
It is the Distinguished Company at the Bijou Planks!
Today we see Alexander Graham Bell. Bell was a Scottish-born inventor, scientist, and engineer who is credited with inventing and patenting the first practical telephone. He also co-founded the American Telephone and Telegraph Company (AT&T) in 1885.
Bell's father, grandfather, and brother had all been associated with work on elocution and speech and both his mother and wife were deaf, profoundly influencing Bell's life's work. His research on hearing and speech further led him to experiment with hearing devices which eventually culminated in Bell being awarded the first U.S. patent for the telephone, on March 7, 1876.
Bell considered his invention an intrusion on his real work as a scientist and refused to have a telephone in his study.
Many other inventions marked Bell's later life, including groundbreaking work in optical telecommunications, hydrofoils, and aeronautics. Although Bell was not one of the 33 founders of the National Geographic Society, he had a strong influence on the magazine while serving as the second president from January 7, 1898, until 1903.
Alexander Graham Bell, a distinguished individual!
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A year of the shows and performers of the Bijou Planks Theater.