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These hurricanes inside of my brain, let it rain
Made it look easy
Can't look away, you love the pain, you love the pain
Watchin' me bleed
You cut me down on my knees
No matter what you believe
I think we both can agree
That you can't blame it on me, yeah...
B&W - N&B
Morning paddle in Quebec nature is as great a place as any to reboot
Photo dedicated to my longtime Flickr friend A. Walden
WILLIE NELSON THE SCIENTIST LYRICS
www.youtube.com/watch?v=v525UGbA448
Stay blessed
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Their is always two side of the story when the relationship fall apart.
When rules are broken, you have bruise the trust to the relationship. Can you gain it back sure but over time. But Not with Flowers or chocolate.
Stop telling people lies, it's just making yourself look like the fool.
Dirty Laundry
Carrie Underwood
www.youtube.com/watch?v=lNzHARgbCG8
That lipstick on your collar, well, it ain't my shade of pink
And I can tell by the smell of that perfume, it's like forty dollars too cheap
And there's a little wine stain on the pocket of your white cotton thread
You drink beer and whiskey, boy, and you know I don't drink red
Found it over in the corner
Wadded up on the bedroom floor
You shoulda hid it in the closet
You shoulda burned it, you shoulda lost it
Now I'ma have to hang you out to dry, dry, dry
Clothespin all your secrets to the line, line, line
Leave 'em blowing in the wind, just say goodbye to you
All those midnights sneaking in
"I'm late again, oh, I'm so sorry"
All the Ajax in the world ain't gonna clean your dirty laundry
If the neighbors get to asking, I won't cover nothin' up
I'll tell 'em every little detail, how you drug me through the mud
I'm gonna string up your old button-down and slide it on the porch
Just in case you get the nerve to come knockin' on my door
Yeah, I'ma have to hang you out to dry, dry, dry
Clothespin all your secrets to the line, line, line
Leave 'em blowing in the wind, just say goodbye to you
All those midnights sneaking in
"I'm late again, oh, I'm so sorry"
All the Ajax in the world ain't gonna clean your dirty laundry
Found it over in the corner
Wadded up on the bedroom floor
You shoulda hid it in the closet
You shoulda burned it, you shoulda lost it
Now I'ma have to hang you out to dry, dry, dry
Clothespin all your secrets to the line, line, line
Leave 'em blowing in the wind, just say goodbye to you
All those midnights sneaking in
"I'm late again, oh, I'm so sorry"
All the Ajax in the world ain't gonna clean your dirty laundry
(Out to dry)
(To the line)
I Don't Know Why We Break So Hard►
Who says truth is beauty after all.. and who says love should break us when we fall...
...if we're strong enough to let it in..we're strong enough to let it go!
“I want to turn the whole thing upside down
I'll find the things they say just can't be found
I'll share this love I find with everyone
We'll sing and dance to mother nature's songs
I don't want this feeling to go away….
………………………….Jack Johnson
'The Little Mermaid', closing scene. Starting over, light and fluffy, without emotional ballast. Happy new year!
A little yellow flower bud from a low shrub who's name I do not know. The plant was in all stages of blooming, including some that got frozen when we got down to 11 the other night.
We will be in the 60s this weekend again. No doubt lots more plants will be thinking its spring again and fooled into blooming.
They will all have to start over again in March and April.
Captured for 100x2016 with iPhone and Olloclip Macro lens.
Edited on the iPad in Hipstamatic using the Sergio Lens and Hackney Film combo.
I'll post a full open bloom sometime soon. Maybe someone will know what it is. Very nice little plant.
Week 1 Theme | Starting Over
My NY's resolution is to read more books than I did in 2015...which shouldn't be hard because I don't think I managed to complete a book last year. My first book to start my year off is James Patterson's Kill Me If You Can and this is a pic of Chapter 1...maybe I'll try to update on Flickr when I start a new one.
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Love Exposure's layout!
Here I am .. in Hannover .. starting a new life with my beloved husband ..
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جميع الصور المعروضة تعتبر ضمن ملكية ح.بولند ، يجب طلب الإذن من صاحبة الصور شخصياً قبل تحميل أو نسخ أو استخدام أياً من هذه الصور على الإطلاق
A new year, a new set of projects. The egg symbolizes many things: new beginnings, new life, a fresh start, hope and rebirth.
April 12, 2011.
School is starting soon; that is awkward. It isn't about the work, because those are subjects that I like. It's about the trepidation of starting again, the fear of creating a proper first impression, the hesitation in opening up to new people. The feeling of falling back into a rigid pattern, the idea of once again being bound by rules and inflexible chains. Trapped.
I realised that I have a lot holding me back here.
Isn't it always like that? The moment I'm torn away from things so important to me I took them for granted, in the end it was too late to change my mind.
I won't be able to see this room for a long time. I'm going to miss it.
i've deleted at least 20 pictures..i either didn't like them or just felt it didn't fit in my photostream..now i'm just going to do what i want to do....
i/x
today is the 1st of January 2012.
it's 2012.
a new year.
a new beginning.
i hope you all have a wonderful year and that everything treats you well.
so see you all
-Abbi- <3
"The secret garden is always open now. Open, and awake, and alive. If you look the right way, you can see that the whole world is a garden. "
I used to be on flickr as Miriam_photos23 then Miriam :) but that account got closed for an unknown reason. I can stil get to it on one computer but that limits my time on flickr by a ton. I'm probably going to change my username again soon .
So anyhow, i'm starting over, here.
my old stream:
Well the road rolls out like a welcome mat
To a better place than the one we're at
And I ain't got no kinda plan
But I've had all of this town I can stand
And I got friends out on the coast
We can jump in the water and see what floats
We've been saving for a rainy day
Let's beat the storm and be on our way
It don't matter to me
Wherever we are is where I wanna be
And, honey, for once in our life
Let's take our chances and roll the dice
I can be your lucky penny, you can be my four-leaf clover
Starting over...
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The Sacramento River is the principal river of Northern California in the United States and is the largest river in California... What begins as a spring in the city park of Mt. Shasta City, at the base of Mt Shasta, the river flows south for 400 miles before reaching the Sacramento–San Joaquin River Delta and San Francisco Bay... It drains about 26,500 square miles in 19 California counties...
This is the little spring in the city park of Mt. Shasta City...
Pacifique
maps.secondlife.com/secondlife/Pacifique/121/176/22
Chris Stapleton - Starting Over
www.youtube.com/watch?v=A3svABDnmio
Well, the road rolls out like a welcome mat
To a better place than the one we're at
And I ain't got no kinda plan
But I've had all of this town I can stand
And I got friends out on the coast
We can jump in the water and see what floats
We've been saving for a rainy day
Let's beat the storm and be on our way
And it don't matter to me
Wherever we are is where I wanna be
And honey, for once in our life
Let's take our chances and roll the dice
I can be your lucky penny, you can be my four-leaf clover
Starting over
This might not be an easy time
There's rivers to cross and hills to climb
Some days we might fall apart
And some nights might feel cold and dark
But nobody wins, afraid of losing
And the hard roads are the ones worth choosing
Someday we'll look back and smile
And know it was worth every mile
And it don't matter to me
Wherever we are is where I wanna be
And honey, for once in our life
Let's take our chances and roll the dice
I can be your lucky penny, you can be my four-leaf clover
Starting over
Starting over
It don't matter to me
Wherever we are is where I wanna be
And honey, for once in our life
Let's take our chances and roll the dice
I can be your lucky penny, you can be my four-leaf clover
Starting over
Starting over
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
2/52
Theme: Hometown
Since I don't live in my original hometown anymore, I decided to go with something the town I now call home is known for-- it's prison. So I drew inspiration from that, the episode of Star Trek: Next Generation "Chain of Command", and my poor cousin, Trenton, who is currently incarcerated for a crime I know he didn't commit. (The truth will come forward buddy, your family is here for you)
While the overall image is what I had in mind, almost exactly, I'm still not 100% happy with it. I feel like such an amateur; not that I was a "professional" beforehand. I guess I'm just trying to hold myself to much higher standards and I'm falling pretty short. But, I promised myself I'd post and that I'd finish this project once and for all. So anyways. Taa-daa.
It's been a hectic week and I owe each one of you a visit. I've been busy with the final arrangements with my moving to another city. Farewell and welcoming feeling at the same time. Feeling just like Lola, desperately needing a short break!
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En qué momento la historia del cielo se cruzará con la historia de la tierra.
A veces lo hace a través de un cable telefónico para darte una horrible noticia.
Buscamos en la bóveda lo que tenemos bajo nuestros pies.
En la inminencia del encuentro entre lo cósmico y lo histórico.
El desafío y el suspenso cifrado no en si sucederá, sino cuando.
Avanzar a lo desconocido con pulso firme.....
Day 107 - April 17, 2010
Met up with a good friend for dinner a couple of nights back and had this discussion about baggage. You know, the kind that comes along with big mistakes or traumatic experiences, and that which you lug throughout the course of your life.
The problem with that kind of baggage is that it eventually gets too heavy that it affects the way we live. So much so that instead of really living our life, it becomes one of mere subsistence.
The good news is that we all can start over with a clean slate, like a new page on a notebook. It all starts with letting go.
yep it's actually very heavy rain & howling winds but some of the Festival crowd seem to enjoy it whatever....
it's the season for Festivals & of course supposed to be beautiful sunny weather but these days it's all gone a bit mad
done this one for the Award Tree Challenge... Summer Rain
thanks for looking in...appreciate it....best bigger & hope you have a Sunny Weekend
So I left town and the self-portrait project went out the window. And here I am trying to start over because... I don't know why really.
It kills time. It distracts me for a little while. It gives me an excuse to wash my hair. It forces me to pick up my camera.
My life must have some value. Some reason to exist as part of a public record. I spend the majority of my days recording other people's lives. If I disappeared tomorrow, what would remain of my life? Would anyone be able to sift through the pieces and know who I was? Would they find the truth, or some glossed up version I thought was prettier? Which is more valid?
I feel so lost sometimes.
Why you break my heart?
Every time we depart?
I thought you loved me
I thought you were my dove
When you go bye, bye, bye
I simply go why, why, why?
My heart crumples into dust
Out of all the one’s I lust you the most
My heart is torn
It can’t be re-born
This can’t be real
This wasn’t the deal
You were my bumble bee
Now I can’t even humble you
I remember when we first met
Now your saying to let go.
So what now?
This is how it end?
Why did you leave me?
Is there even a reason ?
"Un rêve sans étoiles, est un rêve oublié"
Paul Eluard
fr.youtube.com/watch?v=iAJ2AoEwDvY
John Lennon : Starting Over
My life would be so easy and perfect if I had one of these little buttons around to erase all the mistakes I've made.
Today’s Translation: New International Version | Weekly Video: Following Jesus (Matthew 4:12-17)
“The people living in darkness have seen a great light; on those living in the land of the shadow of death a light has dawned.” – Matthew 4:16 (NIV)
Live It Out!
The Bible was w...
this one's a Triumph....great bike in it's day...it's either suffering from overheating or been caught in a Metier Storm..best thing to do is go for a strong cup of tea...seems to fix most things
thanks for looking in...appreciate it....best bigger....hope you have a Great Weekend
March 2, 2022: Focusing on my breath provides me with a way to slow down when I get agitated, anxious and depressed.
When I remember to do it.
I never thought about it before but I do think that I held my breath, almost subconsciously, in past photos of me, regardless of whether it was a selfie or something taken by someone else. This is especially true in my annual high school photos. Looking back at them I can feel the anxiety that was in me, when I wanted to look so good but came off looking stiff, disconnected, and alone. The boy who gets bullied a lot often feels so alone. Even when he’s trying to look perfect.
I think the first two people to introduce me to the idea of focussing on the breath as a means of releasing anxiety were @julianjenkinsmedium and @thichnhathanh. This was in 2020, when I first tried to meditate regularly, just before midnight, as well as in the morning, not long after I’d wake up. It’s a practice I’ve come towards and moved away from a lot over the past few years. It’s as inconsistent as the timing of the depression that ebbs and flows in and out of my life, and today was the first time I returned to a morning meditation since having been hospitalized for my depression back in September 2021. For the first three days in hospital, I was monitored in isolation - in a prison cell like environment - surrounded by four brownish yellow brick walls and a large, overbearing steal door. There I’d sit on a small single sized plastic covered mattress with a knitted throw blanket to cover my nearly naked frame. Sitting in lotus position, I’d drape the blanket over my shoulders, covering the single blue Hospital gown that I’d wear like a trench coat so I could open and pull it close more easily. And it was in those moments that I’d meditate. Sometimes in almost complete silence, with nothing but the sound of my breath to quiet my monkey mind. Breathe in, deeply, through the nose, filling my lungs. Hold for two seconds, and breathe out through my mouth. Breathe in. Hold. Breathe out. In. Out. In. Out.
Another practice I’ve enjoyed doing to ground myself in the moment over the last few years has been to walk barefoot on the grass in my backyard when I take my dogs outside to do their morning business. The coolness of the grass sends comfort up through my feet, legs, chest and up into my mind like a stream flowing up from the earth to the sky, using my body as a conduit. In those moments, I often look up at the sky, remembering how I’m just a small part of a much larger universe.
Today, I held my hand over my heart as I breathed during my meditation. At the completion of my meditation I photographed my hand. It felt good to breathe as I snapped photos with my small Sony ZV-1 digital camera. I felt a sense of calm, which was much stronger than the anxiety that’s still hanging on inside. Becoming a little less influential over my day.
61/365.
#beyourownbeloved #beyourownbeloved💖 #depressionhelp #depressionawareness #startingover #selflove #selflovejourney #selflove #dailyselfie #dailywriting #subvertedselfies #subvertedselfie #art #photography #photo #chest #chesthair #hand #selfloveisnotselfish #sad #depressed
Change is here...the slate has been cleaned...what shall I write on the board now?
-rc
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“The meaning of awe is to realize that life takes place under wide horizons, horizons that range beyond the span of an individual life or even the life of a nation, a generation, or an era. Awe enables us to perceive in the world intimations of the divine, to sense in small things the beginning of infinite significance, to sense the ultimate in the common and the simple; to feel in the rush of the passing the stillness of the eternal.”
-Abraham Joshua Heschel, God in Search of Man: A Philosophy of Judaism
Spain has mastered world football for six years but this is only a memory now. We need to start over. España ha dominado el fútbol mundial durante seis años, pero esto es ya solo un recuerdo. Necesitamos empezar de nuevo.
"depression is not sobbing and crying and giving vent,
it is plain and simple reduction of feeling...
people who keep stiff upper lips that find it's damn hard to smile."
i'm starting it again,
i'm starting with a real piece of me.
Day 1 - January 1, 2010
I remember back as a child I was particularly fond of the Reset button on my Nintendo 64. It was the best way to start over when my video game didn't start the way I wanted to...perfect.
I always look back at that as the best example of my quest for perfection, and also for starting over. Unfortunately in the real world, an easy "reset" isn't always possible. Sometimes we just have to make do with a bad start, move on, flip the pages and try to make the most of it.
Several months back I embarked upon something called Project 365. The goal was to take one photo each day of the year to inspire me to find beauty in each circumstance. I missed a few days and then went downhill from there. Failure.
But I am putting all that behind me. 2009 is over, and as I flip the page to 2010 I have a feeling that this year's going to be different. I'm going to make it work.