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" Heart still beating but it's not working

It's like a hundred thousand voices that just can't sing

I reached out trying to love but I feel nothing

Oh, my heart is numb

But with you

I feel again

Yeah, with you

I can feel again .. "

- OneRepublic -

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“Certain voices heard

are heard

not because

they

are phonetic...

But,

from one soul

they head,

to another,

in the form of magic.

(Poem: When, When a not, Book: Ginger and Honey)”

― Jasleen Kaur Gumber, Ginger and Honey

Ice-abstract.

Never doubt that a small group of thoughtful, committed citizens can change the world; indeed, it's the only thing that ever has.

– Margaret Mead –

Do your little bit of good where you are; it's those little bits of good put together that overwhelm the world.

– Desmond Tutu –

Most of the important things in the world have been accomplished by people who have kept on trying when there seemed to be no hope at all.

– Dale Carnegie –

♫ TUNE ♫

This song was made to celebrate the power of speaking out in order to promote a more just world.

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🎶 YAKURO - VOICES OF INFINITY

“At the end as at the start, and through all the in-betweens, I love you.”

― Amal El-Mohtar, This is How You Lose the Time War

Isn't it just like Heaven

When You walk into the room

There's not a thing that's hidden

When every eye is on You

Can't get enough of Your presence

It's the perfect point of view

Isn't it just like, just like

Just like Heaven?

Hmm, come a little closer, stay a little longer

Hmm, I can't get enough of You

Hmm, come a little closer, stay a little longer

Hmm, I can't get enough of You

Doesn't it sound like Heaven

When You're singing over me

There's not a voice more constant

Your melodies, they never cease

Here I will stand in Your presence

In my true identity

Doesn't it sound like, yeah, it sounds like

Just like Heaven

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Angry ghosts keep me company

Eyes are closed but I'm awake

And I can't sleep deeply

Unless I've been drinking

Enough to drown out what they say

And what they say is more than I can take

Oh, what a warped way to learn from my mistakes

There are patterns in the static

Noises in my attic

Voices in my head keep me awake

I'm on the brink of madness

And I can't help but laugh at this

Oh, what a way

Oh, what a way to learn from my mistakes

Nobody gets away with anything

All must bear the balance sheet

So I befriend the voices

They've taught me some songs I guess

But, oh how the truth stings when they speak

And what they say

Is more than I can take

Oh, what a warped way to learn from my mistakes

Not awake but fighting sleep

I just hope

I can dream again

But there's patterns in the static

Noises in my attic

Voices in my head keep me awake

I'm on the brink of madness

And I can't help but laugh at this

Oh, what a way

Oh, what a way to learn from my mistakes

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It's hard to believe it has been 30-years since I last heard my mother's voice.

Her passing is a reminder of the physical and emotional pain and suffering she endured throughout her lifetime. Born with diabetes, she lost her vision when I was just 10-years old but never lost sight of what was most important to her; her son and her daughter.

Godspeed Mom as you will never be forgotten, not in this lifetime or the next.

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We were out exploring with some friends who came for a visit when late in the day, we were visiting the Pender Harbour area.

"Oh, look at this", came the voice from the back seat of our car. The sun was low on the horizon and it was late afternoon. The voice noticed the cove we had entered, and the way the light was affecting the area. I stopped the car and said, "I am going to take a few pics".

We all got out of the car and mused about enjoying the scene in front of us. "Over here", said the voice. "You can get right down to the water", it continued. Sure enough, in place of mulling about the thorny rose bushes that guarded entrance, there was a way down to the waters edge. After setting up on this colorful place, Kayakers were on their way into my image. So, I waited until they were in the right spot and captured the scene. Thanks voice!

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The Belltower of the Savior-Transfiguration Cathedral in the of Dnipro City

I wanna hear your voice every day.

rev theory voices

I hear voices in my head

They counsel me

They understand

They talk to me

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Her home was a magical castle, each room holding a different experience that are all so precious in her lifetime. Sometimes, she finds herself walking into a room without any thoughts. Other times, she actually plans to visit certain rooms she is so familiar with, yet there are times when she forgets where certain rooms are located or gets lost in one room with the intention of being in another.

This evening, she was looking for a particular room. This was a room she didn't visit for so many years and was yearning for it. It was the one room where she could be herself completely. A room that held all her desires, dreams and peace of mind. After hours and hours of searching, she thought she could never find it but there was a ringing in her head and a light whispering call singing her name. With much focus she managed to follow the voice until she reached the top most room of the castle.

With a happy heart she pushed the door open and was welcomed with warmth, light and a sweet scent in the air. She floated around, bathing in the darkness that was her solitude, embracing her heart that was always shining from within for others but perhaps it was time that her heart will shine for herself too for a change.

"It is your turn."

This is her time.

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The ear never forgets what the soul says

They're not like peaches or squash. Plumpness isn't for them. They like being lean, as if for the narrow path. The beans themselves sit quietly inside their green pods. Instinctively one picks with care, never tearing down the fine vine, never not noticing their crisp bodies, or feeling their willingness for the pot, for the fire.

I have thought sometimes that something -- I can't name it -- watches as I walk the rows, accepting the gift of their lives to assist mine.

I know what you think: this is foolishness. They're only vegetables. Even the blossoms with which they begin are small and pale, hardly significant. Our hands, or minds, our feet hold more intelligence. With this I have no quarrel.

But, what about virtue?

Poetry by Mary Oliver

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In the early‑afternoon light, the old school at Nunnington rises from its cradle of trees like a quiet relic of learning, its hammered limestone warmed to honey by the sun. The breeze moves gently through the garden wall and the tall grasses, as if carrying faint echoes of children’s voices that once filled the 1869 classrooms built in memory of William Rutson. The building feels both rooted and listening, a small sanctuary shaped by the village’s long devotion to education.

Gothic lancet windows catch the shifting sky, their hoodmoulds and foliate stops still crisp after a century and more, while the fleur‑de‑lys finials and carved roundel speak of Victorian pride in craft and purpose. In this moment the school seems to breathe with the afternoon—half stone, half story—holding its place between the quiet of the present and the long, earnest history that shaped its walls.

Nunnington is a village in North Yorkshire

"Sabiá Laranjeira" ,bird symbol of the state of São Paulo.

In Tupi (the indigenous language of Brazil), "sabiá" means “the one who prays a lot”, in reference to the voice of this bird. According to an indigenous legend, when a child hears the song of the sabiá in the early morning hours of spring, they will be blessed with peace, love and happiness.

From the archives of my late brother Roberto.

Tapiraí, São Paulo, Brazil.

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“Twilight campfighter

You build your fire into an open wound

You want us to feel better

On these darker trails

With light revealing holy grails

To hike through dangerous weather

You need twilight eyes”

~From the song by Guided by Voices,

“Twilight Campfighter”, written by

Robert Pollard

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Our regular resident robin taking it easy in our garden . I am always amazed at the volume of the robin when singing his song , how does such a little chap sing so loud ??

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Voices in My Head

Song by Falling In Reverse

Lyrics

The voices in my head keep on telling me to pray

'Cause I'm spinning like a carousel, circling the drain

Hit the bottom of the bottle, I don't wanna feel the pain

But that is all I got for now, I don't wanna talk about it

The voices in my head keep on begging me to stay

If I pull the trigger now then the demons go away

And I know my time is coming so there ain't no time to waste

So that is all I got for now, I don't wanna talk about it

The voices in my head keep telling me to choose a side

It's heaven or hell like it's do or die

I'm a sad boy, you know better

Please don't make this last forever

The voices in my head keep telling me I'm not okay

It's feeling like a hurricane in my brain

Dark clouds, hard times, bad weather

Please don't make this last forever

The voices in my head keep telling me I'm gonna (die)

And I don't wanna talk about the drama, I'm trauma (tized)

They're tellin' me I'm fine but we both know that's a fuckin' (lie)

I'm losing my mind but I don't wanna talk about it

The voices in my head keep giving me the worst advice

Kamikaze crash like a suicide

I'm a lost boy, you know better

Please don't make this last forever

The voices in my head keep telling me I'm insane

And maybe I'm a little bit, that won't change

Dark clouds, hard times, bad weather

Please don't make this last forever

The voices in my head keep telling me I'm gonna (die)

And I don't wanna talk about the drama, I'm trauma (tized)

They're tellin' me I'm fine but we both know that's a fuckin' (lie)

I'm losing my mind but I don't wanna talk about

The voices in my head keep telling me I'm cursed

I'm paranoid, I don't wanna make it any worse

We're all gonna die but first things first

I'ma take the world with me when they put me in the dirt

The voices in my head keep telling me I'm cursed

I'm paranoid, I don't wanna make it any worse

We're all gonna die but first things first

I'ma take the world with me when they put me in the dirt

Move

(Move)

Voices in my head keep telling me I'm cursed

I'm paranoid, I don't wanna make it any worse

We're all gonna die, first things first

I'ma take the world with me when they put me in the dirt

The voices in my head keep telling me I'm gonna (die)

And I don't wanna talk about the drama, I'm trauma (tized)

They're tellin' me I'm fine but we both know that's a fuckin' (lie)

I'm losing my mind but I don't wanna talk about it

The voices in my head keep on telling me to pray

'Cause I'm spinning like a carousel, circling the drain

Hit the bottom of the bottle, I don't wanna feel the pain

I'm losing my mind but I don't wanna talk about it

In Montreal they have several jazz bands entertaining the crowds in the afternoon, before the stage acts starts. This year, Montreal based 'The Early Jazz Band' was one group I managed to see and really enjoyed. 'The Early Jazz' takes their repertoire from the New Orleans swing of the 1920s, 1930s-1940s. Pure fun. I seen them first time, but one of Toronto's saxophone/clarinet musician, who comes to Montreal every year same time as me, played with few of them in Toronto. Jean-Sébastien Leblanc - clarinet is their leader and Dominic Desjardins - banjo/vocals is core member of the group. Jonathan Gagné – drum and Mathieu Roberge – double bass performed on this day.

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Depression and anxiety is something that a lot of you are familiar with, I think? I don’t bring mine up into the light often in SL and my stream is rarely… dark nor gothic. SL and the people i've met in here have always played a huge role in me getting a better handle on this and I’ve always felt if I let it creep up too often, it’d somehow consume this other life as well. So I keep it minimal.

But there are days… those days when you feel like the voices of self doubt and worry just incessantly whirls around in your brain. I’ve been feeling that quite a bit the past couple of weeks, its like a slow steady thing that builds up. Nothing serious, cause at least now I know when it builds and address it — so nothing to worry about!

I just wanted to… put it into an image some way, try to tackle it the best way my soul knows how.

🎶🎶🎶

Going to get out of here,

So many voices fill this place,

Society is in my solitude,

Oh find me the corner of this great space!

If I'd heard every word,

If I'd read every line upon the shelf,

I'd still need a message to myself.

A message to myself...

Searching for the elements,

The roots of a fundamental love,

Been reaching out to find my solid ground,

'Cause I've never known peace lest from above,

So up in the clear,

I'll find the voice that I hold dear,

And I'll send a message to myself.

A message to myself...

Lyrics from "A Message To Myself" by Roo Panes

at White Dunes Estates in Second Life

I sogni sono come le conchiglie che il mare ha depositato sulla riva. Bisogna raccoglierle ed ascoltare la loro voce.

Romano Battaglia

Foto dal mio archivio, Indonesia. Conversione in B N da raw con LR

Buona serata

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My mother is right at this place...still with it but now she has "friends".

,, about collies! .. Herdwick Ewe shrugging off the rain

Rivington Street, Shoreditch

JONY - Love your voice

My Baby, I Love

My Baby, I Love Your Voice

Oh, My Baby, I Love

Oh, My Lady, Lady

My Baby, I Love

My Baby, I Love Your Voice

Oh, My Baby, I Love

Oh, My Lady, Lady

I’m Cold Without You, I’m Comming To You Without Any Reason

Touch Me Unwittingly, Say What Makes Us Different

Everything’s On Fire And Your Eyes Are Unbroken Universe Like Narnia.

Loose Them In The Dark, But Look At Me Carefully.

Storm, Storm Outside, Won’t Come To Our Door

Storm, Storm Outside, But I Can Only Hear Your Voice

Your Gentle Voice Will Save Me

My Baby, I Love

My Baby, I Love Your Voice

Oh, My Baby, I Love

Oh, My Lady, Lady

You and I... we should never have crossed paths, and yet.

Two fiery personalities, two storms that refuse to bend. We clashed, we challenged each other, and between two outbursts of voice, we laughed, we lived.

Every moment with you is a duel and a dance—sometimes hurtful, often overwhelming, always true. We discovered each other through our anger, our silences, our clumsy impulses ♥

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Yardenit ist der Taufort am Fluss Jordan in dem Jesus getauft wurde. Der hebräische Name des Jordanflusses ist Yarden. Daraus leitet sich der Name YARDENIT ab.

Yardenit known as the Yardenit Baptismal Site, is a baptism site located along the Jordan River in the Galilee region of northern Israel,

“In those days Jesus came from Nazareth of Galilee and was baptized by John in the Jordan. And when he came up out of water, immediately he saw the heavens opened and the Spirit descending upon him like a dove, and a voice came from heaven; ‘Thou art my beloved Son, with thee I am well pleased.” Mark 1:9-11

Visitors to Yardenit are greeted by this very verse from Mark’s account of the baptism of Jesus in over 80 languages and dialects, depicted in hand painted tiles by Armenian artist Hagop Antreassian on the Wall of New Life.

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Voices of stone - One of the more solitary megaliths of the Ring of Brodgar sat under a dramatic cirrus laden summer sky.

27 stones remain from the original 60 vertical or standing stones of the ring, constructed circa 2500 BC with sockets and stumps of the missing stones clearly visible around the ring. Situated on an isthmus between the Lochs of Stenness and Harray, close to the Standing Stones of Stenness the area is littered with Neolithic features such as burial chambers and cairns.

One cannot fail to wonder of the history of this ancient landscape and the stories and voices hidden in the past.

Mainland Orkney, Northern Isles, Scotland

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This is Peanut. I learned, yesterday, that it was the voice of a sandhill crane that was used for the velociraptors in the movie, Jurassic Park. When I clicked this frame, Peanut had been startled by a sound.