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nothing in the universe is isolated
it seems even the voice of a tiny virus speaks of our connection
to each other and to the earth.
My thanks to all who share this space... please feel free to be here quietly or with words... the connection is here both ways :-)
"Like a River down to the Sea
All the chains that held you down
Will be in pieces on the ground
You'll drink the Rain ☔️
And Ride the wind to Me...
from the song "Ride the Wind to Me" by Julie Miller
Matanzas River Inlet - Old A1A, Crescent Beach, FL, USA
From one photo. Image, textures and digital painting by me, Tom.
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I'm beyond words for what happened in Christchurch New Zealand today. Simply, compassion and solidarity for all who are suffering, especially the Muslim community. You are not alone.
When I first set out to take my photo today I felt as though I had never taken a picture before. I set something down, aimed and pushed the shutter button, when I pulled it into Lightroom the image was flat and boring. I scrapped everything and worked much harder to create this image. This image is more to my liking, interesting light and shadow, an emotional feeling, better composition.
Wishing you all a beautiful day wherever you are.
ODC - a single identifiable emotion
For the progressive dreamers in all of us, here is Imperial dunes, CA. Some sights you live and die for. Some moments you wish you see over and over again. Call it the symmetry, harmony, or just disorder. Two’s two’s two’s. You are never alone.
You are not alone. Unless you want to be. The choice is yours.
Thank you for looking at a young man sat on a bench.
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I dont know about you my friends but i find a nice sunset lifts the spirits and gives a feel good factor. so this is for all my Flickr friends outhere.
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Donne-moi Des Ailes
www.youtube.com/watch?v=YX4JuWliiYk
When we least expect it, life sets us a challenge to test our courage and willingness to change; at such a moment, there is no point in pretending that nothing has happened or in saying that we are not yet ready.
The challenge will not wait.
Life does not look back.
Paulo Coelho
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Silhouette of a Eurasian tree sparrow (Passer montanus) perched on a water tank pipe
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Warm regards from far, far away,
Melisa ❤️
She was holding a sign that invited "Meet a Muslim" with some friends in downtown Chicago and handing out flowers and hand written letters downtown. I expressed my gratitude that she is a part of America.
I hope everyone is kind to her. There is room in this world, in this country, and in my neighborhood for people of all faiths. Hate has no home here.
"We would never tell someone with a broken leg that they should stop wallowing and get it together. We don’t consider taking medication for an ear infection something to be ashamed of. We shouldn’t treat mental health conditions any differently.” — Michelle Obama
Mental Health awareness photo series.
Week 6 in the my 52 week challenge group is an interesting one. We are asked to create a story that require 4 photos separated over 4 weeks. This week is week 1 / chapter 1. The other weeks will be spread throughout the year, so you will have to wait an see what happens....
Like all good stories, this one is based on pieces of truth. As a doctor I see depression and anxiety on a daily basis in so many of my patients. It is the silent disease that people suffer through. Unlike a broken leg, where everyone immediately offers a helping hand, mental health is stigmatized even in this day and age. This series is for all of you who suffer - feeling stigmatized with your voice unheard and feeling like there is no one lending a helping hand for your pain.
Chapter 1 - The pain is unbearable, but invisible. You can't run from it. You don't know why you have it. You don't know where to turn, and you don't have to energy to try. This is your every day struggle. It's not something you can "snap" out of. It consumes you in a hopeless endless mess....
***Note to those who love me.... don't worry about me!! This is a photo that I have dramatized including crazy make-up alcohol and purposely using excessive "negative space" in the foreground. I am using my photography to promote mental health awareness and since I like expressing myself through self-portraits I thought this would be a good way to do it. ***
Actually going back a couple of years with this photo of Trailer dog. This is at Anastasia Island, FL, USA. The title and song are by Miles Corbin.
"Gringo Hangs Ten" by Miles Corbin
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From one photo. Image, textures and digital painting by me, Tom.
It just means the world to me that some of my Flickr friends have been concerned about me because I went missing from Flickr. Thanks 🙏!!! I have ongoing brain troubles because I am constantly dealing with damage from a Traumatic Brain Injury. I have setbacks that are part of this process of healing. I had a 2 week + episode that disabled me almost totally. One of the drugs that I take for seizures was increased and it actually turned toxic. Trailer dog took great care of me. He's actually trained to to help me get up and keep me moving. Now, I can tell that I am getting to the other side of this episode. And back to the beach where true healing takes place for me.
I know that we all have our "life issues". So, I don't really dwell on my problems much. This TBI has been more of a life changing gift than a burden to me. I have to live by the Grace and mercy of God. Sometimes He will take you a on stroll through Hell, though.
Makes for good Art, though, lol.
With much Love, Tom (and Trailer 🐶)
Ok, update Jan 21, 2019. I’ve been forcing myself to catch upon the very kind and gracious invites which I have missed for some reason or another.
Now, also I’m seeing also some very kind comments, Prayers and wishes for healing. Guess what, all of this has helped me heal ! I am happy to report that I am going into a strange period of being a semi functional Human being, hehe. After 6 years of being totally broken and in a deep moody fog ! Anyone who has delt with a long term Traumatic Brain Injury or a coma would know that when you come back to life and reality, you have to deal with 2 versions of your self. The “old” self and the “new” self. Sounds crazy, but it’s true. Now that I’m becoming able to act like I belong to the human race, I don’t recognize the mechanical and people skills that the “old” me had ! So it’s a little scary to have these gifts reappear. But I love them and accept them wholeheartedly ! My immediate family has recognized this happening to me. They wish the “old” me would return. But having been in therapy for 5 years, I know that the “old” will not return. And a brand new (and way older in years) Man has come to Life !
Keep Praying, dear friends ! Hoping and wishing ! As I do for all of my Flickr friends as I enjoy your works !
I have a newer post Called “Coming Back to Life” which is a celebration of sorts of healing and being able to deal with life.
I have so much personal loss, materially and with friendships. Your friends desert you after 2 or 3 months of deep sickness. 2 of my closet friends died during my mental lapse. My wife and 3 step sons completely abandoned me. Yada, yada, yada. Makes for a great country song, lol. Anyway, starting from scratch now and I’m coming back to life !
Flickr=Love 😎🐚🐶 It’s True ! Thanks for standing by me and TrailerDog !
Another day has gone
I'm still all alone
How could this be
You're not here with me
You never said goodbye
Someone tell me why
Did you have to go
And leave my world so cold ...
continue here >>> www.youtube.com/watch?v=mKqroXj6S4s
Milo needs a favor, flickr friends. Uncle Ari is very ill, and needs our prayers. Can you please send some his way?
UPDATE: I have heard some good news that things are better with Ari. Thanks so much for the prayers, everyone!
As the shops closed, a group of volunteers appeared suddenly and immediately began to feed those who needed it. #YouAreNotAlone
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Decatur Street
French Quarters
New Orleans, Louisiana
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Seen at South Street Seaport in Lower Manhattan. From their website: "You Are Not Alone Murals is a community-based art project that offers a message of hope, and aims to spark dialogue around mental health. For the third year in a row, the project, which features murals from local artists, has returned to the Seaport in honor of May being Mental Health Awareness Month." The artists of this piece are Jason Naylor and Jessie Salinas.
Herro, dearies :3 This was taken on this day, November 25th.
This didn’t really turn out as well as I wanted it to, but, well, life. But I’m still proud of the fact that I actually took a picture and edited it. Because, if you haven’t noticed, I’ve been posting so many old photos lately XD
Anywhoodle, this is the third installment of my Second Chances project and is a recreation of this.
Psst, it’s a message in a bottle if you can’t see ;D
PSST. I got an Instagram! I’ll be posting pictures, cute behind the scenes shots, and even cuter outtakes (mostly of Haley, Dee, and I)! And if I can’t tempt you with our adorable faces, I don’t know what can ;D
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Summer turned to winter
And the snow it turned to rain
And the rain turned into tears upon your face
And god I hope it's not too late
It's not too late
'Cause you are not alone
I'm always there with you
And we'll get lost together
Till the light comes pouring through
'Cause when you feel like you're done
And the darkness has won
Babe, you're not lost
When your worlds crashing down
And you can't bear to fall
I said, babe, you're not lost
Life can show no mercy
It can tear your soul apart
It can make you feel like you've gone crazy
But you're not
Things have seem to changed
There's one thing that's still the same
In my heart you have remained
And we can fly fly fly away
'Cause you are not alone
And I am there with you
And we'll get lost together
Till the light comes pouring through
'Cause when you feel like you're done
And the darkness has won
Babe, you're not lost
When the worlds crashing down
And you can not bear to crawl
I said, baby, you're not lost
Lewes Railway Station, Sussex.
You may feel alone but you are not alone - so reads the poster on the platform.
Its summer so shorts and t shirt are the clothes - although he should have a face mask on too - a compulsory item when on trains or stations during the pandemic. Maybe that could be it in his hands?
That you are not alone
For I am here with you
Though you're far away
I am here to stay
You are not alone
I am here with you
Though we're far apart
You're always in my heart
You are not alone
All alone
Michael Jackson ♬ ♬ You Are Not Alone
Explored | June 26, 2009 #110
My dad gave me a call this morning saying MJ has passed away. I'm so shocked , I just posted a song-photo of his two days back. Reminded me of how alot of his craft have influenced me.
Al-fatehah.
May you rest in peace.
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I'm not the sort of person who usually posts these "RIP" tribute photos on Flickr, because I think that whatever my personal beliefs may be about death, the soul, a possible afterlife, etc., the fact of the matter is that there's not a lot that I can add to that conversation. Death is eloquent enough all on its own. And besides which, this is the internet, and people aren't exactly lining up to hear my opinion about things.
Here's my opinion on things. I read this quote on a Ravelry profile page late last week, and it's stuck with me and has been rolling around in my brain for days, although I wasn't really sure why until now: "The prettiest smiles hide the deepest secrets, the prettiest eyes have cried the most tears, and the kindest hearts have felt the most pain." It seems to me that it's a tragic, ridiculous, incomprehensible, but undeniable truth that the people in the world who are the most dedicated to making other people happy, or bringing beauty into the world, or pointing out the beauty that already exisits, or trying to figure out how the world works, or are working to improve the living conditions/health/education/what-have-you of others --- in other words, the people who are trying their damndest to lessen all the PAIN in the world --- are the ones who are hurting the most themselves. I have seen it over and over and over again. I have seen nurses who suffer from chronic illness and keep working anyway. I have seen missionaries who don't know what they believe in but spend all their time and energy teaching values. I have seen artists who don't know what beauty is but keep on making beautiful things. I have seen actors who think they're losers and then go on the stage or the screen and show people what it means to be a hero. And I have seen the person who can't find happiness turn into the class clown, making anybody and everybody around them laugh their heads off and feel a little bit better about their day.
And that's the pertinent point; that's why I'm posting this picture of Robin Williams. Because that last sentence, in the previous paragraph? I wasn't describing Robin Williams there. I was describing me. Robin Williams has always reminded me of me. After his suicide, especially so. Because I've seen the Black Gate. (I've nicknamed my suicidal thoughts "The Black Gate of Mordor", it's an adorable little affectation of mine.) Nobody likes the Black Gate, but many people have seen it. Some cross through. Many of them don't come back.
This is the part where I mention The Word. The Word that, when spoken, either earns me friends, or loses them, instantly. Depression. And here's a bonus, two more Words that are even scarier: Mental Illness. And to prevent any unpleasantness, I'm going to try to make this as simple as possible: If someone you know comes up to you and tells you that they're depressed, believe them. They are drowning, and are asking you to throw them a life line. Now, I realize that this can be hard. I realize that it's scary. You may not know what to do. You may not even believe that depression exists (some people don't. In order to spare any hurt feelings, I will refrain from telling you my opinion about them). You may have some opinions about this friend that lead you to believe that they're faking it, or being a drama queen, or aren't viewing their situation realistically, or somesuch.
I don't mean to devalue your opinion here, but to be frank, if someone you know tells you they're depressed, it doesn't really matter what you think about the situation. What matters is the situation itself: Someone you know is asking you for help. You may have to think about or talk about unpleasant things for a while, but wouldn't that be worth saving somebody's mind?
I consider myself a fairly blessed person. Not necessarily because I have depression (oh, believe me, I have had days where I beat my own chest and rend my garment and shout up at the heavens and cry at God to explain why He's cursed me with this neurochemical monstrosity), but because I've been on both *sides* of depression. Namely, not only have I seen The Black Gate, and not only have I been blessed with loving family and friends who have drawn me away from the Gate, but I've been in situations where I helped other people away from the Gate as well. That gives you an interesting perspective.
So I know that dealing with friends or family who have depression is hard. It's hard as HELL. But so is having depression, and the real curse of depression is that it makes the depressive feel completely, utterly, alone. For whatever reason, biological, psychological, whatever (and there are LOTS of ways to have depression and lots of causes for depression, so you can't pigeonhole every depressive into one kindergarten cubby), the depressive is working much, much harder than a "neurotypical" person. Working harder to feel happy, working harder to get out of bed in the morning, working harder to carry on a conversation, working harder at everything that looks like it comes so easily to everyone else. And believe me, we *want* to be doing these things. We want to be able to get out of bed, we want to carry on a conversation, we want things to come easily to us. Everybody's chasing after happiness, but we're running on all fours. And that is why, I think, why artists, comedians, writers, photographers, etc., etc., etc. tend to be more prone to depression than people in other lines of work...they're chasing after happiness on all fours.
It's pretty exhausting.
I remember once, in my second year of college, I mentioned to some of my schoolmates that I had been diagnosed with major depressive disorder. (I had had it for years, but it was the stress of my *first* year of college that really brought it to the forefront and made me realize that I had to go see a doctor.) One of my schoolmates gasped in shock and said, "But Jules! How could you have depression? You're always joking all the time!"
I bet Robin Williams got that a lot, too.
SO. Here is the part where I get to a point. I'm tired of people being in pain, and I'm tired of brilliant, wonderful people killing themselves. I'm tired of geniuses dropping like flies. Sylvia Plath. Virginia Woolf. Vincent Van Gogh. Kurt Cobain. Robin Williams. That list is just off the top of my head; if you go to Wikipedia and look for lists of "Musicians Who Commit Suicide", "Writers Who Commit Suicide", and so forth, you'll find plenty more. The lists are long. Did you know that the Singing Nun committed suicide? I just read that on Wikipedia. Holy crap.
So here's the thing. If someone you know comes up to you and tells you that they're depressed, believe them. I know it's scary. I know there are other things you'd rather do. But. If you stoop down into the mire for a little bit to help a person with mental illness, you pull them back up a little bit. Believe me. Since the real curse of depression is that it makes people feel alone, we need to show each other that we're not alone.
We're not alone.
brutereason.net/2011/12/11/how-to-be-there-for-a-depresse...
www.suicidepreventionlifeline.org/
tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/UsefulNotes/Suicide
tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/UsefulNotes/SuicidePrevention
tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/YouAreNotAlone
And finally...if you know me, then you'll know that I'm a big, big fan of anything connected with The Wizard of Oz. Well, did you know that I'm a big Peter Pan fan, too? I think I've seen, or have tried to see, every movie version of Peter Pan ever made. And believe me...Robin Williams IS the Pan.
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