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One of the transport modes in Goa....(when you're not keen to take on the road yourself..you can still rent/hire the bike/scooter).....pilots are at your service.
Annual tournaments among soccer clubs draw a sizeable fan-base in Goa.
Sunday, 21 September 2008.
40 Years in 40 Days [ view the entire set ]
An examination and remembrance of a life at 40.
For the 40 days leading up to my 40th birthday, I intend to use my 365 Days project to document and remember my life and lay bare what defines me. 40 years, 40 qualities, 40 days.
Year 32: 1999-2000
In the fall of 1999, as I began my graduate school program, my relationship with Dave was deteriorating rapidly. There was no anger between us, and in fact, there was a great deal of tenderness, but there was no denying anymore that we were not working out. We had to face the fact that sometimes love alone isn't enough to sustain a relationship. I suggested that maybe he would benefit from finding a short-term 3-month lease on an apartment, allowing him some temporary space to sort out his feelings. Even as I said the words, I wanted to grab them up and pull them back in. I didn't want him to go at all, but I knew that what I wanted and what was right were not the same thing. He said he would think about it.
By late October, there was nothing more to say. In our weekly counseling session, the therapist asked him if he believed there was anything left of the relationship to save, and when I heard his barely audible no, my heart felt like lead in my chest. "So, it sounds like it's time for you to say this is it, then," she told him. The tears came rolling down my face, and I pounded the pillow I was holding with my fist. My relationship had just ended with no preamble, and I hadn't even been a part of the conversation. "What just happened?" I growled quietly. "What just happened?" It was all I could say. I just kept repeating it, as the tears came gushing forth. What just happened?
The therapist asked Dave if he would go wait in the waiting room for a few minutes, and as he left, I saw that his eyes were red and swollen with suppressed tears. After he left, I lost all semblance of control. I screamed, "No! This isn't happening!" I pleaded, "Please tell me this isn't happening." The room felt hot and small suddenly. I threw open the door and charged into the hallway, shouting and sobbing. The therapist came after me and put her arms around me, and I cried into her shoulder. "Why?" I asked. "I love him. I just love him. Why isn't that enough?" "I don't know," she said softly, stroking my hair. "Sometimes it just isn't."
When I had regained some of my composure, she led me back into the room and asked Dave to come back in. It was obvious he had been crying and was in a great deal of distress. She asked him about it, and he said it was very hard for him to see me in so much pain. Desperate to cling to any life raft, I took some small comfort from that. He had not become numb to me, at least.
The therapist left the room to give us a few minutes to talk alone. I did not have the strength to look at him, so I sat on the couch next to him, staring at my hands lying limp in my lap. Quietly, I asked him if he would please stay through the holidays. I didn't think I could make it through them if he left right before. He said he wasn't sure he could, either, and so we agreed to spend our last holiday season together, alone and away from family. It would be our way of honoring each other and the time we had spent in each other's lives.
Later, as we drove home in silence, I said, "Let's go out for New Year's Eve." I lifted my head from where it had been resting against the passenger window. "Let's not stay in. I don't want to be morose that night. I want to celebrate the time we've had together. It's been amazing and beautiful, and I am so grateful for every moment you've been in my life, and I want to celebrate that." He said, "OK," and then paused for a moment. "You're going to make me cry again," he whispered, voice cracking.
The next couple of months were both beautiful and wrenching. We were so tender with each other that you would have thought us newlyweds. Evenings that were once spent separately, he with his coworkers, and me with my books, were now spent together. We spent our nights curled around each other, and our mornings lingering in bed. It was as if we needed to absorb every second and imprint it in our memories.
On Thanksgiving, we cooked a small meal for two, and watched TV together. His father called to say hello, and then asked to talk to me. He told me that the family missed me and loved me, and I said I loved and missed them too, and that it meant a great deal to me that he wanted to tell me that, knowing as he did that my relationship with his son was dissolving. On Christmas Eve, we slept on the futon sofa next to the Christmas tree, because I wanted to be near the lights, and on Christmas morning, we exchanged small gifts.
When it came time to make New Year's Eve plans, we changed our minds about going out. The lease on his new apartment (three months, as we'd talked about, but we both knew it would be extended) was set to begin on January 1, so it would be our last night together, and neither of us wanted to share it with anyone or anything else. We had a small dinner, and watched a movie. When it was close to midnight, we opened a bottle of champagne, and fumbled awkwardly for a suitable toast. I suggested we drink to 5-1/2 wonderful years, and with a tiny clink of glass, 1999 came to a close. I walked to the other end of our apartment and stood looking out the window at the snow-covered street below. When he came up to stand behind me, I kept my body still, as if not to break the gentle spell of the moment. "I don't want you to go," I whispered. He rested his hands on my shoulders and sighed, "I have to."
The next morning, he gathered some of his belongings and loaded them in his truck (he would return for the rest of his things the following week, while I was at work). I sat on the couch and watched him as he carried things out. When he had loaded the truck with as much as he could carry in one trip, he came back inside to say goodbye. I tried, with only moderate success, to put on a brave and supportive face. I didn't want my red, splotchy cry-face to be the last he ever saw of me. He put his arms around me and held me. He told me that he was very proud of me for all the work I'd done on healing past wounds. I begged for reassurance that he really had loved me, and he squeezed me tighter and whispered softly in my ear. Of course he loved me.
When he left, I stood back away from the door, holding one of the cats, partially to keep it from running out after him, and partially because I needed to hold onto something. After he'd closed the door behind him, I went to the window and watched his truck pull away, listening to the sound of the engine as it disappeared down the alley. It was a sound I knew by heart, and I closed my eyes to focus on it, trying to catch every last splutter and hum as it wove itself into the sound of the city around me.
When I could no longer hear his engine, I put the cat down, returned to the bed that still smelled of him, and felt the blackness begin to form in the pit of my stomach. Inside me was something cold and dead, a coal that had given up its ember. I buried my face in his pillow and cried great anguished sobs.
In the weeks that followed Dave's departure, I traveled in a fog. I could not hear when people were speaking to me, and I could not distinguish faces. It was as if I had pillows on my ears and had lost my ability to focus my eyes. I walked to and from the train by rote physical memory. I could not work effectively at all, and I was very fortunate in that my boss allowed me a very generous amount of recovery time.
As the months wore on, I found that the pain could be compartmentalized. It did not seem to have lessened any, but I was able to put it away in its own little box, in order to rebuild my life and my newly single identity. As much as I wanted the breakup with Dave not to have happened, I also recognized it as an opportunity to remake myself into whomever I wanted to be. I'd spent many years telling myself that I couldn't do certain things or wear certain things until I lost weight and got skinny again, and more recently, I'd spent the last couple of years sulking and avoiding people. I felt I'd let myself be trapped in that mindset, and I now had an urgent need to break out. I was in my 30's, and it was finally time to let myself be young and uninhibited. I began to let my inner punk (whom I had always known was there, but never fully acknowledged) out to play. I wore crazy clothes, and crazier shoes. I wore things that sparkled, and things that hugged my curves. I was part rockabilly and part Foxy Brown, and for the first time in my life, all me.
Who am I?
I am a little piece of everyone I've ever loved.
We are all altered by those who touch our lives. When Dave left, he took part of me with him, as he left a part of himself with me. In that way, we continue to travel together, all of us, bound by the silver thread of love and memory.
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La formazione finlandese guidata da Ville Valo ha pubblicato il nuovo album dal titolo "Tears On Tape" lo scorso aprile, il disco ha messo d'accordo sia stampa che fans.
Gli HIM sono un gruppo rock finlandese di Helsinki, fondato nel 1991 dal cantante Ville Valo, dal chitarrista Lily Lazer (Mikko Lindström) e dal bassista Mige Amour (Mikko Paananen). L'attuale formazione comprende anche il tastierista Emerson Burton (Janne Johannes Puurtinen) e il batterista Gas Lipstick (Mika Kristian Karppinen). I temi toccati da questo gruppo sono principalmente l'amore e la morte. Il nome corretto della band è scritto tutto maiuscolo, in quanto formata originariamente col nome di His Infernal Majesty.
Ville Valo - voce
Lily Lazer - chitarra e voce
Mige Amour - basso
Emerson Burton - tastiere
Gas Lipstick - batteria
Was it him? Was it this the man she had know years before? Should she appraoch, engage him in conversation? If only she could hear him speak, his voice alone would answer her question. But she was too shy lest he vent an anger upon her.
The train arrived and he alighted, never for her to see him again. It had been 20 years since she last met the man she so adored. She stayed on the platform, regretting her shyness. And a tear appeared in her eye.
This sculpture is inside St. Pancras station, London and the artist is Paul Day
See the set 'The Meeting Place' for all the photos of this work.
www.flickr.com/photos/victius/sets/72157623881706452/
This is part of the collection for the works of Paul Day.
www.flickr.com/photos/victius/collections/72157623881647344/
Day 103
We don;t have long before the holidays, when we must go our separate ways for a while. How can someone (me) so independent, who spends most of her time alone, miss someone who isn’t even gone yet?
Im gonna have to do another shoot soon with this hat, but not this jacket. I love him sooooo.
Speaking of love.. you guys are gonna flip when the new Florabella action set and texture set comes out..They are AMAZING!
Unfortunately, moving out meant leaving Titan behind. I miss him following me around the house wagging his tail. Last night I stopped by my mom's house to pick him up and took him for a walk... I love my puppy! I had to upload a photo of him, assuming that Flickr misses him just as much as I do.
"I have conversed with the spiritual sun. I saw him on Primrose Hill" - William Blake.
Primrose Hill, London.
iPhone 4 + AutoStitch, Snapseed.
on.fb.me/N5YRN8 When power leads man toward arrogance, poetry reminds him of his limitations. When power narrows the area of man’s concern, poetry reminds him of the richness and diversity of existence. When power corrupts, poetry cleanses. ~John F. Kennedy © DaKarai w/ www.SubconsciousCollective.com via Subconscious Collective on.fb.me/N1HPUb
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For our 2nd anniversary I bought tickets to the Buffalo Philharmonic Orchestra and asked Manray out on a date. We had dinner downtown at Betty's on College Ave then went shopping on the Elmwood strip before heading to Kleinhan's for the concert.
However, before all of that we took Mr. K-Dog for a walk; Manray held his lead while I held her free hand and photographed with my other free hand. At this point Kerby did the old #2 and as a gesture of chivalry I let her do the scoopin'.
What a guy.
Happy A, Manray. It's been a wonderful 2 years and I look forward to 2 more. ;)
Manray
Buffalo, NY
Sigma 30mm f/1.4D DC HSM EX
Saw him strolling around a paddock - just a few steps to the next houses
www.youtube.com/watch?v=zXf3QttUPlI&feature=related
She walked through the corn leading down to the river.
Her hair shone like gold in the hot morning sun.
She took all the love that a poor boy could give her
And left me to die like the fox on the run.
Like the fox (like the fox, like the fox) on the run.
Everybody knows the reason for the fall
When woman tempted man down in paradise's hall.
This woman tempted me all right, then took me for a ride
But like the lonely fox I need a place to hide.
Like the fox (like the fox, like the fox) on the run.
Come take a glass of wine and fortify your soul.
We'll talk about the world and friends we used to know.
I'll illustrate, a girl put me on the floor.
The game is nearly up, the hounds are at my door.
Like the fox (like the fox, like the fox) on the run
I don't usually add people pictures but I am in this case. This is Ray, no last name. He was a friend of my moms during World War II in England. Mom is now 80. Ray was in the Merchant Navy and used to talk with my mom, he was a casual friend. Every time he was to go on a trip to deliver supplies to Europe during WWII he would say see you when I get back. One day he stopped showing up and mom joined the Land Army and never saw him again. As far as she knows he died in one of the convoy ships to Europe. We are hoping someone will remember him and can tell us the real story of what happened to him. I am posting this on some of my English sites.
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La formazione finlandese guidata da Ville Valo ha pubblicato il nuovo album dal titolo "Tears On Tape" lo scorso aprile, il disco ha messo d'accordo sia stampa che fans.
Gli HIM sono un gruppo rock finlandese di Helsinki, fondato nel 1991 dal cantante Ville Valo, dal chitarrista Lily Lazer (Mikko Lindström) e dal bassista Mige Amour (Mikko Paananen). L'attuale formazione comprende anche il tastierista Emerson Burton (Janne Johannes Puurtinen) e il batterista Gas Lipstick (Mika Kristian Karppinen). I temi toccati da questo gruppo sono principalmente l'amore e la morte. Il nome corretto della band è scritto tutto maiuscolo, in quanto formata originariamente col nome di His Infernal Majesty.
Ville Valo - voce
Lily Lazer - chitarra e voce
Mige Amour - basso
Emerson Burton - tastiere
Gas Lipstick - batteria
The feud between Laura and Paula has to stop. John texts Laura and told her to meet him at promenade Hotel in the lobby. John texted Paula tell her to meet him at Promenade
hotel in the lobby.
Laura arrives at the hotel., she saiseesJohn, she goes over to him and said: (I got your text, sorry I'm an hour late. I wome up late). John said: (no problem,). John said: (go into the office on the left hand side of the desk. I'l be back). John heads to Stat EMS, he goes into the office, he said: (Ted, is Paula here)? Ted said: (no John, she's riding around in an Ambulance. I'll call her and get her here. I see from your expression that it's important).
Ted calls Paula, he said: (no answer, but she's heading back here, it's noon time,she comes back for lunch). John said: (oh, here she comes, thanks Ted, have a good day)., he went over to Paula.
John said: (Paula), she said: (oh, hi John). John said: (good afternoon). Paula heads to the back for lunch.john said: (Paula, come with me). Paula said: (sweetie, something is Wong, what is it)? Joh nods and said: (come with me).. Ted said: (Paula, go with him, it's ok). Paula said: (all right). Paula asked: (John, your really worrying me, what is it)? John nods and said (come with me). John takes Paula to the hotel and right to the office where Laura is.
Laura said: (oh, I'm outta here). John grabs Laura and said: (oh no, you aren't going anywhere). Laura runs out of the room. John runs after her, he grabs her and said: (get back in there now)! Laura said: (no)! John said: (Laura, you need to come back with me, this arguing is unhealthy, come back with me). Laura sai: (I'd do anything for you. Ok. I'll go back in).
John closed the door to the office, he sat down by the desk.
Laura said: (mom, thanks to John here! I get to tell you just how much your lack of caring hurt me. John was here for me, and helped me through the worst of my grief. Thanks to John. I'm able to move on, but mom, you seem to be getting worse,
You aren't social anymore).
Paula said: (it's not me. I've been out and trying to move on).
John said: (Laura is right Paula, you've been very distant, and not very social, tell me what the problem is). Paula said: (I'm just not sure. My Nephew Ralph has been there for me. I had a shoulder to cry on, and a hand to hold, he was wonderful. I just think that maybe I just am moving on, but not in a public way. John, I'm not really sure).
John said: (you don't know how badly Laura took the death of Alice, we talked a lot, she cried on my shoulder numerous times, the night of the wake, as you see, she fell asleep on the sofa with her head on my lap, she leaned on me and let everything go). Paula said: (I know, thank you for being there for Laura, bust grief isn't my problem. I' stressed right now. This morning I lost a cardiac patient, after burying a daughter. I just need time to myself).
Paula hugs Laura, she said: (I do love you, just give me time. John. I love you like a brother, you know thati'd never lie about how I'm feeling). John said::(Paula, you may go back to work, thank you for your time. John hugs Paula and said: (have a good rest of the day at work). Paula said: (thanks), she went back to work).
Laura said: (you are so sweet, being here throughout my grieving, taking time out of work for me). John said: (honey, I love you, and I love your mother, we all have been extremely close for many years, of course I'm here for you). Laura said: (I'd love to cook a special lunch for you). John said: (ok,. I'll be at your house within an hour). Laura said:,(ok). Laura left, she hailed a cab and went home.
John went to the bakery and picked up some cookies for desser. John was looking forward to the lunch.
The Fullness Of God
"... Death no longer has dominion over Him.…the life that He lives, He lives to God. Likewise you also, reckon yourselves to be dead indeed to sin, but alive to God…" [Romans 6:9-10]
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Eternal life is the life which Jesus Christ exhibited on the human level. And it is this same life, not simply a copy of it, which is made evident in our mortal flesh when we are born again. Eternal life is not a gift from God; eternal life is the gift of God. The energy and the power which was so very evident in Jesus will be exhibited in us by an act of the absolute sovereign grace of God, once we have made that complete and effective decision about sin. “...You shall receive power when the Holy Spirit has come upon you…” [Act.1:8], not power as a gift from the Holy Spirit; the power is the Holy Spirit, not something that He gives us. The life that was in Jesus becomes ours because of His Cross, once we make the decision to be identified with Him. If it is difficult to get right with God, it is because we refuse to make this moral decision about sin. But once we do decide, the full life of God comes in immediately. Jesus came to give us an endless supply of life, “…that you may be filled with all the fullness of God. [Eph.3:19]. Eternal life has nothing to do with time. It is the life which Jesus lived when He was down here, and the only Source of life is the Lord Jesus Christ. Even the weakest saint can experience the power of the deity of the Son of God, when he is willing to “let go.” But any effort to “hang on” to the least bit of our own power will only diminish the life of Jesus in us. We have to keep letting go, and slowly, but surely, the great full life of God will invade us, penetrating every part. Then Jesus will have complete and effective dominion in us, and people will take notice that we have been with Him. Hallelujah God bless
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Cycling and skateboarding 20,000km solo around the world - check out the fully featured website at 14degrees Off The Beaten Track / 日本から英までの12、000kmを単独でリカンベント自転車でこぐ途中 - ユーラシア大陸14度の旅
Virginia O' Hanlon Wrote To The Editor Of The New York Sun Asking Him If There Was Really A Santa Claus. This Is Captured In Macy's Windows On West 34th Street. Photo Taken Friday November 4, 2016.
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More bad haircuts by mom. Griffin;s teacher apparently told him to tell me to take him to a hair dresser for a proper haircut... I am tempted to REALLY screw it up next time just to spite her. Rude cow!