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2015 Atlantic Nationals, Moncton, New Brunswick, Canada - Saturday July 11th, Centennial Park.
Camera: Nikon D7100 & Nikkor 18-105mm lens
The word this week is "worry." In my world, this simple cartoon can also be a metaphor. Interpretation is up to you... LOL! cartoon created in photoshop by Carla Barrett
Just came up with an insight that I think might be rich for you. It's about the distinction between worry and reflection. So many thought leaders counsel us to avoid living in the past. "Live in the now," they advise. "Enjoy the moment." Well, I get what they are saying. But isn't there something good about going back and delighting in the delicious moments of the journey we've arrived from? Which brings me to worry versus reflection? Whether to revisit the past - in my mind - depends on your intention. If your intention and reason to go back into your past is to dwell on bad things and to worry over things you cannot change and to rehash painful times, then I suggest it's an unhealthy act. But, if your intention - in going back in time - is to reflect on the lessons events have taught you and to grow in wisdom and to savor the precious memories that you were blessed enough to experience well then I think it's good. I guess what I'm inviting you to consider is that it's a waste of time to fret and regret over things you've done that cannot be changed, but that it's a fantastic use of time to bask in the good times, feel gratitude for them and use your past to serve your future rise. ---- Robin Sharma
PS: The above description is copy and paste work from one of blogs of Robin Sharma (http://feeds.feedburner.com/robinsharma/YlRc)
Do not worry if you have tiny volcano-shaped bees nests in the lawn about now. Tawny Mining Bees nest individually and are harmless. They are useful spring pollinators of fruit trees and bushes. The female digs a nest and lays eggs in cells that she has already filled with a food supply of pollen and nectar for the hatching larvae to feed on. The larvae that hatch remain underground and pupate later in the spring. The bees hybernate underground through the summer, autumn and winter to emerge from the ground as adults the following spring, ready to help next year's fruit crop set. Males are the first to emerge. Once the females have arrived, the males mate and then die.
This nest appeared on 27th March 2011 in a Winchester garden lawn along with half a dozen others. Photos on 28th March2011.
OS Grid Ref: SU4627 Note - Latitude and Longitude not exact - I have shown it in the middle of the housing estate to avoid giving exact address.
As it reached post-it overload on the jay machine, a terrible realisation was reached: I have a post-it note obsession.
background stamped with Stamping up set. the focal image is using the Lawn Fawn Donut Worry Mini set
Lots of smoke coming from a Ferrari 288 GTO. The smoke went away after about a minute or so, but he got off at the next exit so I don't actually know what came of it. Fingers crossed...
With Drone Slayer on the prowl we should really worry. The recession was over in June 2009 yet unemployment is 8.3 % and really over 10 % when you figure in those who have given up. A nightmare of epic proportions. Drone Slayer says great new jobs are on the way . Yep. The 824 billion stimulus was to build bridges ,roads and invest in the future.Instead fully half went to Medicaid and much more to Obama syncophants. Drone Slayer increases the national debt by more than 5 trillion in 4 years.Millions more on food stamps than ever. Every where you look there is more bad news on the economic front .These ladies are correct. We should worry even when Drone Slayer says the private sector is doing just fine.
If ever things start to get too much to bear, and the world gains three tons of weight and decides to sit squarely on your shoulders, the heaviness cannot stay forever. It's all temporary. Storms eventually pass. Turbulent seas eventually calm. So in the meantime, just breathe, and don't worry.
sometimes i worry that this annoys people.
sometimes i think that people think i bandy about academic buzzwords for the sake of it, or use too many semicolons.
(someone once told me not to use them at all because most people are completely clueless as to their usage.
i resented being lumped in with most people, because i do understand their usage.)
My list what i worry about, see more here sept2013.30daysoflists.com/2013/09/list-5-things-i-tend-t...
Day 59 of 365
I had taken several fun photos today and earlier tonight I was at my computer getting ready to download them when I looked through my window and noticed the cardinals in my yard were getting very agitated. I then noticed the cats quietly stalking something in the grass. I went outside to see what it was, and to my surprise was this beautiful (well...beauty is in the eye of the beholder!) little baby bird. My first thought was that it had fallen out of its nest, but then I realized it was attempting to fly and taking its first few "steps". I ran in, grabbed my camera and managed to take a few shots of this little one before it took off.
After another hectic and stressful week at work, this made me think of the verse, Matthew 6:25-27 "Therefore I tell you, do not worry about your life, what you will eat or drink; or about your body, what you will wear. Is not life more important than food and the body more important than clothes? Look at the birds of the air; they do not sow or reap or store away in barns, and yet your heavenly Father feeds them. Are you not much more valuable than they? Who of you by worrying can add a single hour to his life?"
What a miracle life is....and what a great reminder that we don't need to worry, just enjoy living!
December MSH Entry - "New"
Even though he faced the pain and the sorrow in his life, But he is still smiling for the life .
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Lens : Sigma 70-300mm f/4-5.6 DG APO Macro Telephoto Zoom
2 headed Worry & Woe Doll... Stuffed with plastic grocery bags, and made out of cotton and acrylic yarns and threads. His beads are made from acrylic also. He measures 9 inches (22.9 cm) tall and 3.5 inches (8.9 cm) at his feet.
Anxious Peterborough Sports fans at Lincoln Road during the closing stages of a first-versus-second clash with Southern League Division One Central rivals Bromsgrove Sporting. Visitors Bromsgrove, two up after 21 minutes, won 2-1 to leapfrog the Turbines into top spot. It was Sports' third defeat in 26 league outings this season. Biggest talking point of a fairly dull game for the division's biggest crowd - 391 - of the day came in the 51st minute when a cynical foul by Bromsgrove's Liam Spink on Josh McCammon sparked a mass brawl. Referee Robert Dadley booked three and sent off Sports' Paul Malone for an apparent headbutt.
Match statistics:
Admission: £9. Programme: £2 (28 pages). Attendance: 391. Peterborough Sports 1 Bromsgrove Sporting 2 (HT 1-2). Scoring sequence: 0-1 (Jason Cowley, 11mins); 0-2 (Kieren Westwood, 21mins); 1-2 (Dion Sembie-Jones, 33mins). Paul Malone (Peterborough Sports) was sent off in the 51st minute for a headbutt). Referee: Robert Dadley.
“Worry is faith in the negative, trust in the unpleasant, assurance of disaster and belief in defeat…worry is wasting today’s time to clutter up tomorrow’s opportunities with yesterday’s troubles.”
William Ward
Texture courtesy of Caleb Kimburgh
I got V this book our of the library called "silly billy" it looked quite good but part way into it my heart sank as it was about a boy - billy - who was basically chicken shit and was scared of everything and couldn't get to sleep for worrying.
Don't you hate that? When books put ideas into their heads. Like Charlie and Lola who have already informed violet that if her teeth fall out she'll get money for toys. Cheers, I've already found her pulling suspiciously at her pegs.
Anyway, I had to make violet a Worry Doll...it's a South American thing and here it is. You tell it your worries before you sleep and it does the worrying for you. I think V told it that she was worried that she might not be allowed chocolate for breakfast or something equally toddler like.
Some of my self-portraits I can't view until much later...days/weeks---months or longer. Some of these photos are so full of emotion. Viewing them is so difficult for me even now. Sharing them is another level of vulnerability altogether. -----My desire and hope is that somewhere, somehow someone will see them and connect in a way that tells them that they are not alone.
"Don't worry about a thing,
Cause every little thing gonna be alright."
Rise up this morning,
Smiled with the rising sun,
Pitch by my doorstep
Singing sweet songs
Of melodies pure and true...
I woke up not well.
Maybe, not ill. But not right.
During the night I had got so hot I couldn't sleep with any covers on, so had a broken night's sleep/snoozing.
I took a COVID test which was negative, and apart from feeling tired I didn't feel that ill, to be honest. I should have my temperature taken. We looked for one, and couldn't find the one we though we had.
No worries, we were going to Tesco.
And after seven, we left for the store with the added item to the list. Now, you would think thermometer would be in the medicine aisle near the chemists counter? Well, I did, and searched and searched.
No thermometer.
So, waited to eight when the dispensary opened, asked the lady, who told me that thermometers are kept in the "baby" aisle.
Of course?
THere was the choice of one. So, bought that for £14, and once home found that it was more of a cooking thermometer, we tried to use it on ourselves, with me being 36 degrees, and Jools being one degree cooler.
I didn't want breakfast, so after a second coffee we went out.
We should have gone to Rye last week, but I arranged something else instead. So, we went yesterday.
Rye means crossing the vast expanse of the Romney Marsh and then crossing at Checkpoint Charlie into East Sussex.
We were last here in November 2020, in the middle of COVID where I think we obeyed regulations in place at the time. That time we had the picturesque cobbled streets and half-timbered houses to ourselves, no one else about, and so few folks about, grass grew from between the cobbles.
So, no need to take those shots again, but I realised when Jools suggested to go, I hadn't photographed the town church, so with Jools saying she was going to do some window shopping, I would visit St Mary the Virgin.
We parked down beside the playing field, so had a walk up the hill emerging on the High Street near the Landgate, then turning towards the centre of town, past restaurants and small shops until I turned up towards the church.
I did a resonable job, taking 355 shots inside it, with many being of the fine windows.
Jools arrived revealing a bag containing £41.00 of cheese, including a sizeable chunk of Stiking Bishop.
I finish the shots, so we go to the pie shop outside the church, Simon the Pieman, where we were going to have a drink. Then added a cake, which turned into a full cream tea.
A cream tea is: 2 x scones (each), pats of butter, strawberry jam, clotted cream, a pot of tea, pot of hot water to add to the por after the first cupper is drawn and a china cup and saucer for the tea.
Its not as an ancient ceremony as the Japanese or Chinese tea ceremony, but we Brits take it very seriously.
Just as serious is whether you put the cream or jam on the sclied scones first. Jam first is the "Devon" way, and cream first is the "Cornish" way. I was taught the Devon way, jam first, so that's what I had yesterday too.
The town was beginning to fill up with other visitors, to the point that the pavements were full, so we walked as quick as we could back to the car, back down the hill and over the main road to the car.
Back home via New Romney, Dymchurch and Hythe before heading to the motorway and to home.
Back home I had a shower and then settled down to listen to the football on the sofa with Scully, who is now very demanding in wanting a partner to lay with during the day and evenings.
But there was one last thing to do: Jools's colleague Sean and his wife, Angela, were coming for dinner. They had hear stories about the steaks I cook, and wanted some of that action. On Friday I had made a baked vanilla cheesecake too, so we had dessert too.
Steam was defrosted, seasons and rubbed with oil and left for the afternoon to come to room temperature and infuse the flavours.
They arrived at five, wine was cracked opn, and bit by bit I prepared, then cooked the meal. Potatoes zapped, mushrooms cliced and seasoned, steak cut into portions, then griddled, while the potatoes were sliced and fried, mushrooms cooked, the all dished up.
And all items were done to perfection, served on warm plates and with glasses of wine or cider.
We wash up, then I make coffees and serve the cheesecake with cream and fresh mushrooms. A fine end to a meal.
More wine was drunk.
Much more talking done.
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For more than 900 years the Parish Church of Rye, dedicated to St Mary the Virgin, has dominated the hill on which the old town stands.
When the building of the present church was started, early in the 12th century, the town itself and much of the surrounding area was still held, under a Royal deed of gift, by the Abbey of Fecamp in Normandy. It is because of this link with Fecamp and the fact that it had become an important member of the Cinque Ports Confederation that Rye has such a magnificent church, which has sometimes been called 'the Cathedral of East Sussex'.
The worst disaster in the church's history 1377 when the town was looted and set on fire by French invaders and the church was extensively damaged. The roof fell in and the church bells were carried off to France.They were recovered the next year when men from Rye and Winchelsea sailed to Normandy, set fire to two towns and recovered much of the loot, including the church bells - one of which was subsequently hung in Watchbell Street, to give warning of any future attack. It was not returned to the church until early in the 16th century.
The 'new' clock was installed in about 1561-2 and was made by the Huguenot Lewys Billiard. It isone of the church clockoldest church turret clocks in the country still functioning. The pendulum, a much later addition, swings in the body of the church. The present exterior clockface and the original 'Quarter Boys' (so called because they strike the quarters but not the hours) were added in 1760. Today, if you wish, you can climb the church tower where you will see the 8 bells now hanging there. These are not the same bells that were stolen in 1377 as they were re-cast in 1775 and new bells added. The total weight of the 8 bells and clappers is almost 5 tons.
St Mary's is open to View South West from the Towervisitors every day of the year, except for Christmas Day, from 9.15am - 5.15pm in summer and 9.15am - 4.15pm in winter. The Visitor Centre stocks a good range of postcards, Christian greetings cards, prayer cards, books, gifts and Christian jewellery. The Tower, which is open every day (weather permitting) for a charge, has become a popular place for marriage proposals!
I made this orangutan face drawing, prompted by the Illustration Friday topic, "worry".
*5.5" x 6. 3/4", black Pentel Micron pens on brown bag paper, 5/25/2008
A nervous heart, is there such a thing? I worry all the time. Losing someone simply because they grow up makes you feel helpless. I see the concern in his eyes. It pains him to see me hurt, to be the seed of my worry.
This imagination of mine is a curse most of the time. My heart races in an instant. The inside of my elbows quiver. The knot in my stomach builds and builds until it feels like a monkey’s fist irritating my soul.
I so want to protect him, not from the common childhood predators of yesterday, but from the circus leaders who entice his intellect and curiosity today. If my eyes could kill or injure, beams would generate fiercer than the sun. Stay away from my son! Let him be the miracle that he is.
May he wear the armor of my love like an invisible shield. May he carry my words in the folds of his heart, shooting them like arrows to combat the lies dressed up in glitter and hidden by smoke. It’s all an illusion anyways isn’t it? I am real, I’ll always be real.
Don't worry about your life, cause if you hold it too close, you'll lose it.
Then I see the birds
I watch them fly
They've got everything they need
They show me why I can be free
Knowing You will care for me.
"Therefore do not worry about tomorrow, for tomorrow will worry about itself. Each day has enough trouble of its own."
"Do not be anxious about anything, but in everything, by prayer and petition, with thanksgiving, present your requests to God."
Don't worry. Don't be anxious. Because God will take care of you. Because He is taking care of you. So why should I worry? Or why should I be stressed or anxious or nervous or afraid? Because He is holding me in His arms. And He has a plan for my life. And He is with me always. So don't worry and don't stress. Because if you hold life too close you'll lose it. And don't be anxious about anything, just take it to Him in prayer. He will take care of today and tomorrow and the next week and month and your entire future.
I wish I would always remember this. So this is my reminder.
mia tatu na nane((308))
Dushanbe, Tajikistan, May 2011. A B&W attempt on one of my personal favorites.
FR: Les soucis. Douchanbé, Tadjikistan, Mai 2011. Un essai en N&B sur un de mes favoris.
~TITLE OF ARTWORK~
~ Not To Worry ~
ARTWORK CREATED ON: Acid Free Paper
APPROXIMATE SIZE: 8.5" x 11" inches
Media: Acrylics, Watercolors, Pen & Ink , Pencil
Signed And Dated
Artwork Created in April 2009.
~ABOUT THIS~
"Not To Worry"
~ Original Painting by artist Justin Aerni.
Created in April 2009.
...my depression is so beautiful , yes it's true but in the process it turns my face so blue. .
All I want to do is think about you. How you told them I was crazy and they believed you...
but girl this little piece of art is deeper than you'll ever be. Purer than you'll ever see and twice as true.
~ a e r n i
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