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The reader may recall the legend about a jealous Brahma trying to keep humans from discovering their divinity. Brahma called a council of the gods to help decide on the right place to conceal their divinity. ‘Let’s bury it deep in the earth,’ said one of the gods. But Brahma said, ‘No, that will not do because humans will eventually dig into the earth and discover it.’ Then another said, ‘Let’s hide it in the deepest part of the ocean.’ But Brahma said, ‘No, they will eventually dive down into the ocean and will discover it.’ Another said, ‘Let’s take it to the top of the highest mountain and hide it there.’ But once again Brahma replied, ‘No, that will not do either, because they will eventually climb every mountain and will find it.’ The assembly fell silent.
Brahma sat quietly and thought for a long time and then said, ‘Well, there is one place they will never look’. ‘Where’s that?’, the gods queried eagerly. ‘They will never look inside their own hearts’, said Brahma. ‘If we hide it there, they shall never find it!’
taken from Saranagati, copyright SRI RAMANASRAMAM
Honestly, I knew that this year the spring comes late, so I had already made last year more spring photos ;)
The Sun, ha ha today times a little;) If already outside no spring then here on Flickr.
This, by the way, a concept attempt, I really wanted to change something. I was already a little afraid of photostream cobwebs Oh, I always want to change something. Here easy to recognize a backlight shot. Ha earlier I would have burned my retina again. ;) Mirrorless is now almost everything possible. Is it true? "Canon." By the way, I had set myself for this year again more on nature. So my dear flower lovers I try to deliver. Lovers of Street please do not worry also here I have more in mind. Last you, if the weather is finally better at the given time surprise.
Otherwise, all power to the colors ... many love greetings and
ᵗʱᵃᵑᵏઽ* as always for's linger and listen;) (uωu 人) fr̅a̅n̅k
PS: Hey! one more thing, did you recognize me?
arthur beatrice — who returned ♫♪
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repost from the old account - bronze statue of Sri Ramana Maharshi at his samadhi (grave shrine) at Shri Ramanashram, Tiruvannamalai, India.
Wishes for every one's peace and happiness! <3
**Rant Alert**
Only a few months ago this shelf in my bathroom cabinet would have been empty…whoever tells you ageing is anything other than being plagued with a different pain demon every other day is a blatant liar or they’ve sold their soul to Satan.
Other makes of opioids are available.
I see similar birds called Firecrest. I do not know if this is correct. I hope someone can Identify this lovely little bird on a log for me. He was quite a long way off, so I could not get very good shots.
What looks like an alien is an animal at our zoo. I suppose most of you will know immediately what kind of creature this is.
How about a little game for today? Can you guess which cat's silhouette it is? Is it Bat or is it Maggie ? For January 29th Happy Caturday Theme "Anything Goes".
Happy Caturday❤️♥️🐾🐾🐾🐾❤️♥️
I need to find out what kind of tree this is in the forest.
They are small understory trees with leaves shaped almost like an elm leaf.
I'm going to tie a ribbon around some of their trunks so I can go back and see what emerges this spring.
An electrical storm as seen through a Prius Windshield. It was lots of fun and very exciting!!
It's the summer monsoon season, 2015 in Tucson, Arizona.
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An electrical storm as seen through a Prius Windshield. It was lots of fun and very exciting!!
It's the summer monsoon season, 2015 in Tucson, Arizona.
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Never have I ever been asked by Flickr to verify who I am via an email code, so WHY am I being asked to do so NOW ???
THIS IS CRAP FLICKR or should I be saying FLICKR CRAP ! !
Was this a home? It is hard to say. Some homes in this area look somewhat like barns but this one does not look like a barn or a home when one examines the detail. The lawn has been cut at some time during this drought-like year but has not been cut for a while. I shall keep watching to see if a vehicle ever appears.
The only other visible building on the property appears in the picture to the right.
This is a fun photo... I couldn't help myself!! Lol!! Do you know who this little guy is?
The answer is now posted at the bottom of the comments....
I’ve never seen a fly like this and I’m amazed by his intricate golden eyes with their brown swirls. Just gorgeous. PictureThis was able to ID this hoover fly, couldn't figure it out on my own
For our Joy and the Glory of Jesus, through whom all things were made (1 Thessalonians 5:16 & John 1:3)
I’ve never seen a fly like this and I’m amazed by his intricate golden eyes with their brown swirls. Just gorgeous. PictureThis was able to ID this hoover fly, couldn't figure it out on my own
For our Joy and the Glory of Jesus, through whom all things were made (1 Thessalonians 5:16 & John 1:3)
coinciding with a dream I had years before, a few days after this picture was taken, one of the ashram peacocks suddenly descended, flying just above my head to land somewhere behind me on the ground. The puff of air I felt on my head felt like a blessing ...
"'I wonder if I've been changed in the night? Let me think: was I the same when I got up this morning? I almost think I can remember feeling a little different. But if I'm not the same, the next question is 'Who in the world am I?' Ah, that's the great puzzle!'"
- Lewis Carroll, Alice in Wonderland, Ch. 2
Radha Soami Satsang Beas (RSSB) says it is a philosophical organization based on the spiritual teachings which lie at the core of all religions and it is dedicated to a process of inner development under the guidance of a spiritual teacher. The path of Surat Shabt yoga (yoga of the audible sound) was established in India in 1891 under this line of spiritual Masters and gradually began spreading to other countries in the mid 20th century.
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“I ache on a much bigger level. I can feel this thing that is so big. It’s so much bigger than the human drama of a lack of a sense of beauty and lack of love for one another…is the fact that the earth itself, nature itself sees our beauty and loves towards us and we are deflecting that.
You think it’s sad not to love your partner or spouse or child at the pure state of beingness. It is much sadder that you cannot receive from an entire Universe that sees you and is sending back to you an awe-inspired joy that you are here right now.
This is definitely Juliet killing herself thinking that her lover is dead when her lover has concocted the perfect plan to stay asleep long enough that there can be freedom to love. We are in our Romeo and Juliet moment with the Universe.”
-Zach Bush
I had to stop the podcast a few times to digest the words that Zach was saying. A few weeks ago, something simillar yet not quite so eloquent had come out of my thoughts yet had not grasped the majesty of the concept until Zach spoke these words at the beginning of Danica Patrick’s interview with him a few weeks ago. This is my tribute to those beautiful and relevant ideas that came gushing out of his heart. This message is so important, so vital and crucial…so filled with audacity and goosebumps, I just had to share it with you. If anyone tells you your Lover is dead, put your hand on the earth and feel the pulse of Life flowing through every cell of your body. We are not just dead and empty parts interacting, we are all part of a Great Love Story that is just beginning.
Juliet is half hidden in this image. She enters the formless romance as Life begins to reveal itself on a whole new level...
Of what avail is knowing things
Other than the Self? And the Self being known,
What other thing is there to know?
That one light that shines as many selves,
Seeing this Self within
As Awareness' lighting flash;
The play of Grace; the ego's death;
The blossoming of Bliss.
from Atma Vidya (Self Knowledge) of Sri Ramana Maharshi
statue of Sri Ramana in the samadhi hall
I am 42 today and considering my life. I was born in a hospital in Lae, Papua New Guinea, on this day in 1966. 2nd daughter to missionary parents. I spent the first eight years of my life there in PNG. It was a wonderful beginning. The middle was kind of rough, but it is improving every day!
Perhaps it is kind of silly to ask “Who am I?” at my age, but today this is what I did. -- Melody
I AM
I am a step-mother and a mother, hopelessly lost some days
because I wasn’t parented that well.
I have no compass.
I soak up ideas and solutions from others, mostly my friends, because I am afraid I will “mess up” my children. (Yes, the way I was messed up.)
I am fearful and insecure; in my core believing that I am a screw-up, a loser, a horrible friend, and an even worse mother. I am the worst in-law, daughter, sister or friend
anyone could want (except I don’t nag or bother, rather the other end of the spectrum.
I simply act like others aren’t there.)
I am an alcoholic and a child of an alcoholic
and this affects every single thought and decision that I make.
I am a writer, a thinker, a philosopher.
I make things like photographs, and gardens, and poems, and that makes me happy.
I love to share these things with others.
I am spiritual, preferring old thoughts and music to anything contemporary or new.
I am not religious, or even very faithful. But I do believe in Jesus. And I try very hard! Perhaps that is my problem …. I try. I don’t understand Grace, not really.
So on those days when my unbelief overwhelms, I entertain thoughts that can be desperate and decidedly unfaithful.
I do not let go …. I want and I need to be in control at all times,
about everything, in every way. When I am not, I feel I have failed.
Losing control personally, emotionally, mentally is one of my worst crimes.
Don’t get me wrong, I know I am not all bad.
I am thoughtful. I am usually open and honest with others, when asked.
I take risks and try new things.
I love competition! Sports (watching), playing certain games, setting personal goals. But I'm afraid I get too into it, and at times it's not so pretty.
A long time ago, when I worked full-time, I was a visionary, a pioneer, a competent person, a leader. I was loyal and capable. I accomplished a lot.
Surely, I am still those things.
I embrace and actually love cultures other than my own,
soaking up the ideas, art, food, and music through books, travel and most of all friendship with those who are unlike me.
I usually help others as I see their needs.
I cook well, even better than well. I am a great cook.
My family & friends are well fed.
I organize & prioritize my children’s lives well, putting their needs first,
advocating and challenging others about my children’s needs.
I encourage others.
(At least when I am not selfishly thinking about myself.)
I want some day to know myself well enough
that I can speak out, act, embrace, find and give all that live has to offer!
I want some day to be able to laugh, and cry, and feel
the spectrum of emotions found on that damn feeling wheel!
What might you not know about me?
I’m addicted to coffee. Seriously it’s a physical and psychological thing
and if I don’t have it, I might just come unhinged.
Of course being an alcoholic, I don’t drink.
But I do smoke and I know it’s a slow form of suicide. I don’t do it lightly (almost every cigarette comes with lucid acknowledgement of the consequence.)
but I definitely cannot quit at this time.
I love to exercise and eat well, but I don’t (usually.)
I play music every day; all kinds and it is life-giving.
I am diagnosed with major depressive disorder, which means in layman’s terms:
I have a propensity for melancholia and if I don’t manage it, it will come back. At its worst this type of depression is like drowning in your worst nightmare,
a stinking, dark hellish place to reside. Where truth becomes lies, and lies truth. You are incapable of doing, feeling, thinking, reading, sometimes even breathing.
Thankfully I've been depression-free for almost two years.
[I may regret saying this, but you have an open invitation to ask me if
I am exercising & eating,because these are the first disciplines to go. Also, if you haven’t seen me in a while, it can be a bad sign because I begin to isolate.]
Depression, alcoholism, insecurity, damage,
they are not my complete story,
my story is just starting.
I believe God brought into my life the perfect person for me; he loves me by asking hard questions, telling me the truth about myself which usually means “good stuff” but sometimes even hard truths. He encourages my passions and interests, supports them as well, which is no small thing in this financial climate.
He is a warrior on my behalf
and I love him more than I have shown him or will ever be capable of showing.
People have described me as aloof and private, which I am
but mostly because I am shy and those demons of insecurity are playing out in my head
more often than I would like to admit.
I am creative, intuitive, capable, kind, thoughtful, deep, at times extremely selfish & critical of others, but mostly about my ideas and my time.
My critical spirit, my insecurities, can and do hurt those I love and it is one of my deepest regrets; an Achilles heal.
I am passionate and always reading & thinking about things that are important to me, but I often fail at finishing and carrying them out. Books lay around unread, photographs unprinted, my book of poetry sits unfinished, and commitments become a burden, as I selfishly move on to something new.
I need community, long for it, work to develop it,
but most times I fall short through my own weaknesses and broken heart.
You can be confident that I want to know you, be in your life, especially if I have told you, but my stupid **** keeps me entangled at times.
All in all, I would say I am a good person.
As I learn what it means to be a child of an alcoholic I can acknowledge
that I am still growing up, even at 42;
still learning and discovering who I am
and how I want to live.
I am slowing waking up – from a life-draining,
sad, lonely, scared and cold childhood.
All in all, I am blessed beyond belief – with great love, friendship, abundance, talents and so much more.
I acknowledge that, even while I ache with the painful knowledge that I cannot fully embrace my life – yet – due to all of the above.
The most important thing people may not know about me
is that HOPE is the central thing of importance in my life.
If I have even a tiny inkling of hope – a belief, a dream
or something to hope for, I can put all of this aside. (Okay, not totally of course.)
Although this list isn’t complete,
(how could a perfectionist “complete” a list)
it is all true, as I know myself, today on my forty-second birthday, 2008.
Thanks for being a friend, getting involved in my messy life. Keep hanging in there, because I believe it's on an upward curve and I am hopeful about the future.
This email requires no reply. It is simply a record of my thoughts, and perhaps will give you a glimpse at the ME I let very few in to see. You do not, should not, feel an obligation to reply.
September 24, 2008
Melody Hanson
EDIT: Apparently this doll head is a Licca-family doll called Harumi.
Flickr user Saturn Robot sent me this doll head a while ago. It's currently residing on the seriously trashed body of a Malibu Francie that I got.. oh, probably a decade ago.
The head is in pretty poor shape. She's missing tons of hair plugs, she has a bunch of inexplicable pin-pricks in her scalp, her face paint is rubbed off, she has a couple of major mega-neck-splits. The neck splits are handy though, because the hole in her head is so tiny... there's no way it would ever fit on Francie's big neck-knob without them being there.
Anyway, she's really cute anyway. Her head looks pretty good on Francie's body, aside from not being the right color.
She's totally unmarked. I think the head might be Takara... maybe from the Licca family? She's almost certainly Japanese, I'd wager. If anyone has any info, I'd love to hear your guesses!
She kinda reminds me of German Francie (Though she's definitely not German Francie)
Part One
As a young girl, she had witnessed a kind of monster in her world and her anger towards it grew as she got older. This monster was a taker and it would lie and lash out whenever she tried to stand up to it. Whenever she let her guard down, another attack would shut her more and more into her own world until she could no longer trust her emotions and felt trapped in a life that confused and alienated her. After bottoming out and attempting to take her own life, she remembered the words of an Ancient Master who in a terrible moment of agony had faced his murderers and had forgiven them because deep in his heart, he believed that they really did not know what they were doing. Tears had rolled down her face while an ache flooded every ounce of her being. There was a feeling that flashed through her and she asked with all her heart to understand how that Ancient Master could plea for those monsters as they were trying to destroy him.
Years had passed and deeper wells of love opened up inside of her. Though she had moved far away from her monster, she began to understand the psyche that had hurt her so many times over and over. That behavior had been a reaction to other monsters taking and devouring its freedom and joy while growing up. Sometihing inside that psyche was so horribly unsatisfied and unrecognized and that is why so many times in her childhood, she had pitied something behind those desolate searching eyes. More importantly, she began to trust in her own emotional world, the increasing range of how much the heart can love and what true power actually is and how to tap into it. In this wisdom, no monster had any kind of hold on her anymore and her heart began to get an inkling of how the beautiful Ancient Master had let go of any enmity and victimhood. Her ache had been addressed.
Yet from somewhere in her awareness, she witnessed another monster slowly rising and pounding it’s heavy feet everywhere on the earth and threatening to destroy the lives of millions of people. This monster was insatiable and enormous and was eating its way through every country threatening destruction and ruin if it was not fed. Anger started to wash through her veins as she studied its movements and ambitions with disgust and horror. Old feelings of self-protection and isolation crept into shadows of thoughts. It was destroying so many lives. She felt triggered and paralyzed determined to face it head on. She reached for a handful of pencil crayons and began to draw what she felt.
End of Part One
Click Image Below for Part Two
“Imagination will often carry us to worlds that never were, but without it we go nowhere.”
― Carl Sagan
Words to live by. Impossible for me to not read these words and hear his voice. I have carried these wise words wth me for a very long time, allowing them to remind me that I am the limit to my imagination.
Today, I am considering story and how important it is to understand how it connects us to ourselves and being human. Mr. Sagan left us much wisdom to consider that I am discovering again exploring some of his work as it sheds a bit of light onto my own.
A billion thanks. Off to explore...see you soon.
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ODC-Who Am I?
I took this in Groton, NY at the Plantsmen Nursery! This is their Coy pond. We bought some new plants for the back shade garden today.
I am a Professional Artist. I love to paint, however my camera has taken over my painting for many years. I'm thinking now that I live in such a beautiful place I really should get back into my art. This is a photo I took this afternoon. I transformed it into a painting and added my hand and the brush!
“It is I who must begin,
Once I begin, once I try—
here and now,
right where I am,
not excusing myself
by saying that things
would be easier elsewhere,
without grand speeches and
ostentatious gestures,
but all the more persistently
—to live in harmony
with the “voice of Being,” as I
understand it within myself
—as soon as I begin that,
I suddenly discover,
to my surprise, that
I am neither the only one,
nor the first,
nor the most important one
to have set out upon the road.
Whether all is really lost
or not depends entirely on
whether or not I am lost.”
-Vāclav Havel