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scott is walking the west highland way this week on his own. i've been half show-worried and half real-worried about this. my way of expressing to him the level of worry? - stacking paint pots (that's another story).
tonight he's staying alone in a huge, isolated building in a secluded part of the highlands. the building doesn't lock and no one would hear him...
eek! let's just hope there's no encounters with frying sausages never mind axe-wielding caretakers (and another story!).
and that the only injuries are blisters and achy muscles from walking 20 (count em!) miles a day.
Quote from a Swedish proverb.
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Incredible India : a Photographic Tour 2010
2nd Day ~ New Delhi
Qutub Minar
When I asked permission to shoot his gun, he asked me what for?
then I approached him and say "don't worry sir, I am a tourist photographer.
The title of this photo was inspired by the verses in Matthew on worrying.
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?
I was in this room for quite a while in complete awe. This reef was modeled after one in the Dry Tortugas that is 65 feet deep. This one is a mere 25 feet deep. It really put into perspective how awesome the Earth is, and how awesome the God is who takes care of it. I mean, each fish here eats food, swims in water, and lives in a home. All of which are provided by nature, which is provided by God. These are fish. FISH. He provides all of this to them. Since mankind are the ones that were actually created in His image, the ones that He loves enough to give up his only Son, can you imagine everything He wants to provide us.
More than food. More than water. More than homes.
If we would only stop worrying...
Stained glass window by Lavers & Barraud 1879 in St John's chapel at the north east corner of Pershore Abbey. The chapel is suffering from a fissure that has opened through the east wall, window and vaulting, initially moving at a dramatic rate in 2005. After a period of stability, the fissure reopened in August 2011, moving apart yet further with worrying speed; currently the vaulted ceiling is threatened with collapse.
This window was removed during the initial danger period of 2005-6, to allow for repair of the effects caused by movement of the building and reinstalled when safe. It has now been removed yet again as of September 2011, following more extreme movement of the stonework. It will not be returned to the Abbey until the current serious danger of structural failure can be dealt with.
www.pershoreabbey.org.uk/whyscaffolding.html
Pershore Abbey is today a magnificent fragment, consisting of roughly half of the original medieval church. The monastery itself has long gone, the only traces being the scars on the wall of the south transept that show where the east range of buildings, perhaps including the monks' dormitory and refectory, were once attached to the church.
The Abbey dates back to Saxon times, having been founded by King Edgar in the 10th century, but the eatliest visible remains today are 12th century Norman, principally the south transept. What little evidence remains of the nave shows that this too was Romanesque, contemporary with the transept. The bulk of the building as it stands today dates from the 13th and 14th centuries, as witnessed by the splendid gothic choir (complete with rich vaulted ceiling and bosses, also added to the transept) with it's aisles and chapels. The imposing tower is the latest addition from the 1340s, and in it's topmost storey following a remarkably similar design to that of Salisbury Cathedral, suggesting involvement of the same architect/master mason.
The church today has a strangely L-shaped footprint owing to it's reduction in size as a result of the Dissolution of 1539, when the townspeople bought the eastern half of the church for parish use (instead of the smaller St Andrew's church immediately to the east). The nave was quarried away for it's stone, as were the monastic buildings (the cloister stood to the south of the nave) and have almost entirely vanished. The Lady chapel at the east end was also demolished at this time, the present apsidal chapel dates from the Victorian restoration. There were further reductions still to come, with the collapse of the north transept in 1686, of which only a tiny portion was rebuilt, giving the western part the curiously lopsided appearance it has to this day, with two of the former arches of the crossing now blocked up with recycled masonry.
The interior is impressive, both for it's Gothic and norman work. The higher ceilings have some excellent carved bosses, mainly foliage with the occasional face, rather difficult to make out from ground level. The original furnishings have not survived with the exception of the Norman font, carved with figures surrounded by strapwork, somewhat worn as a result of being exiled to a garden in the 18th century and later recovered.
There are a few monuments of note, mainly gathered in the south transept where two medieval effigies lie, one a fine 13th century cross legged knight (reputedly a crusader), not in situ and apparently brought in from the churchyard (presumably he lay in the now lost nave). A 14th century priest, somewhat worn, lies nearby along with a large, coloured late Elizabethan monument to the Haselwood family.
The Abbey was restored in the 1850s by George Gilbert Scott, during which time stained glass was reintroduced into the building (all trace of the medieval glass has gone), mostly by Clayton & Bell and Hardmans, the former of which also added some wall painting at the west end, that is now so deteriorated some must mistake it for medieval work. But the most notable feature of the Victorian period is the unique (and somewhat terrifying) bell-ringers platform suspended high in the centre of the tower by a cross of huge oak beams, in order to open up a view of it's interior. The bell ringers of Pershore must seriously need to conquer any fear of heights!
There have been ongoing structural problems with the foundations (presumably groundwater) on the north side of the building, first manifested in the collapse of the north transept, and more recently in the alarming fissures that have rapidly opened up in the north east chapel during the last six years. Currently the situation is growing ever more acute, and fate of this small corner of the building hangs in the balance.
Dont worry bout thangs that dont matter bcuz they will come back and bite cha ! fr fr. Learn that from experience .
be happy :)
haha the title is kinda ironic, because im probably the biggest worry wort in the world, (especially right now), but the songs playing on my itunes. and i look happy in this :)
so today.. was long. two days left in the week! Im currently worrying about science fair.. i need three topic ideas by friday. im interested in botany and zoology, so if you have any easy but smart topics, PLEASE let me know. keep in mind i have to perform an experiment. anywayy i wore my hair in braids today. that was exciting. and my eyes are really green. woo. i took some other photos today i like, but im really trying to keep the limit to one per day until i get pro! what else.. today we voted for sga people, and had an assembly about rules. (dress code, gangs, drugs, etc.)
dont forget to leave topics :) ill do anything you want if you give me a good one. photo comments.. um.. i guess i cant do much. but i can do photo comments.
:D
THE FIRST PRINCIPLE OF REIKI DECIDING NOT TO WORRY
The first principle of Reiki states that “namely today don’t worry”. For the one who practices Reiki this phrase is very meaningful in everyday life. The origins of the first phrase of Reiki principle have several purposes and...
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there should be sunshine after rain.
there should be laughter after pain.
these things have always been the same.
so why worry now?
(inspired by my favorite dire straits song)
If it is any consolation many millions of the electorate must be suffering the same feelings of hopelessness.
Don't worry about things YOU can't change
this photo was taken in Souq Al-sefafer in Kuwait which is arranged by KSC
ودي اشوي اشرح الصوره
واللي تم تصويرها بسوق الصفافير بالتنسيق مع النادي
العلمي-اداره التصوير
هذي الصوره تعبر عن تغيير اشياء يصعب او ما تتغير بالحياه
والبنت الحيرانه اللي قاعده تطالع الرجل اللي جدامها وهو يحاول يعدل او يغير من شكل الحديد ...فالمسج يقول ...لا تشيل هم
شغلات مو بإيدينك تغييرهاااا
اتمنى الفكره اوصلت الحين
I have to admit that after my with-holding-my-pee episode that I have been such a model patient that I now have Mom worried for other reasons.
See, I am on these meds that make me really sleepy, so I haven't even tried to disobey my recovery orders. I have simply slept a lot and cuddled with Mom and Dad a lot.
And since I am not exercising, I don't get as hungry and thirsty, so I have been worrying Mom and Dad since I am only eating about half to three quarters of what I usually do and am not drinking as much. (Don't tell them, but this is a slight bad girl scheme, really. See, I will go eat anything in my bowl once Mom adds some yummy human food to it! And I keep hearing rumors that she and Dad are going to be starting me on an entirely home-cooked diet--curtesy if the Cornell veterinary nutrition department--once I am recovered from my surgery! This being sick thing is really working out for me!)
P.S. Aren't I pretty?
I'm losing hours teaching and losing hours driving the cars. Quite frankly, I'm worried.
I'll still be coming to Paris. However, I may be looking for new employment upon my return to Vancouver.
The Matchbox Macro Collection.
I collected 63 tiny objects and put them all in a matchbox. This is one of them.
I have a little box with Guatemalan Worry Dolls inside. You can also get them in bags. You tell them all your troubles and worries before you go to sleep, and put them under your pillow.
Isn't it great to leave the world of worries behind and spend time with family?
Have a wonderful weeekend everybody.
"Legend of the Kisanado~u". Author: Asato Izumi
Fellow bright even Oretachi time. Let's go down pat. While set to scrum whistle blew. Father youth band started!. Household worries. Worries of work. Overcoming also blood glucose levels. The new sense of nostalgic novel by the standard-bearer of the column.