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One of the lasses asked that her picture be taken in Marikina's Rehiyon-rehiyon Festival. I, of course, happily obliged.
Komboloi or Worry Beads are considered to be a form of therapy for many Greeks living and working in today's fast-paced world. From quitting smoking, to stopping their over-eating problem, Komboloi Worry beads have aided millions with ventilating the daily pressures and stresses.
Here are the covers I've been working on for Worry Party!
This is for their latest EP 'To Our Ill Health' which will be available from 6th August at this release show! -
www.facebook.com/afireinside#!/event.php?eid=129191240495791
Have a listen to them on Bandcamp! - worryparty.bandcamp.com/
I also did their banner / background!
I don't know if dogs worry, but this is the look Ozzy had on his face while watching me this morning. I woke up with a nasty migraine and was pacing the floor sipping water, trying to ease the pain. I grabbed the camera for this shot. Ozzy just sat there staring at me like this.
There's a certain amount of pressure and worry that comes with new things. Whether it's in adding to your photography skill set or doing something you've never attempted before, the new things always come with a price. I tired to make pizza. From scratch. Then cook it. On a grill.
All the while I was completely worried that the recipe was lying to me about the processes success, despite me having no reason not to believe it. I like the unorthodox style of creating something. There's an attractiveness that comes with trailblazing and rubbing the status quo's nose in it. But there's also a price that is usually paid in mistakes and in oddly formed outcomes.
For me, it turned out to be a 85% win. The pizza was delicious and topped with homemade tomato sauce, mozzarella, prosciutto, basil and sun dried tomatoes. The thin crust had chard in a few places, but that was to be expected. I was rewarded with a happy family, a full belly and a 365 photo for my experiment. (luckily, I snapped this shot. This was the last piece!)
Don't ever be afraid to try things. You have the ability to do anything, even if you don't get it right the first few tries. That's what practice is for and that's what life is all about.
A Mother Who's Taking Psychology 101 at Her Local Adult Continuing Education Center Comforts Her Son at Bedtime.
BY Jilly Gagnon
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Are you having trouble sleeping again, sweetheart? Don't worry, Mommy will show you that there's nothing to be scared of in your bedroom. It's just you projecting your unconscious onto reality.
We could look in the closet and see that it's empty, and I could tell you that monsters don't exist and you have nothing to be afraid of. But that's not true.
You have you to be afraid of, Timmy.
The closet may be physically empty, but it is full of monsters—the monsters of your own insecurities and fears. Until you recognize them, those closet monsters will always be out to get you. And if you wait too long, they may even bring some friends along—the beasts of self-denial.
You may not believe me now, but that's just a reflection of your developmental phase and your consequential need to literalize the things you fear. The point is, Timmy, you need to trust Mommy when she says that there aren't any monsters inside your closet; they're inside your mind.
And of course there are more literal, human monsters, but the likelihood that a Stalin or Bundy is physically inside your closet is so remote that your persistence in believing they are—and the willed neurosis that would indicate—would be the monster Mommy would be most afraid of.
The dark? What's so scary about the dark?
Timmy, you're not afraid of the dark. No, you're a middle child, so you're afraid of being figuratively eclipsed by the older sibling who gets to blaze her own path, and the younger child who you see as receiving more of Mommy and Daddy's attention, something you've mistakenly equated with affection.
Let me tell you something about the dark—Mommy and Daddy love all you kids equally. It may not seem like that, because Mommy and Daddy have unconscious preferences, too, preferences we aren't even aware of. But we would never, ever say that we loved either of your sisters more than we love you. I truly believe that I love each of you the exact same amount.
It could also be that you're expressing a latent desire to belong by defining yourself against a group of "others," others that you are here externalizing as the "dark" in contrast to your own "lightness," in which case you and Mommy need to have a frank discussion on race in the morning.
But until then, I'm going to turn on this nightlight to symbolize the constant light of Mommy and Daddy's love. It is the same model of nightlight your sisters have in their rooms, because we plan to provide for each of you in exactly the same way. It is also the same model that children with different color skin use, because while we can recognize their difference, we need to remember that "different" does not mean better or worse.
Does that make the dark seem less scary, sweetheart? I thought it might.
All right, sweetie, Mommy's going back downstairs now. You try to get some sleep, and remember what I told you: there's nothing to be afraid of. Except, of course, your tendency to repress.
Sleep tight!
Though they are hard to find there are still legal bucks in Washington. They're just hiding in town after the hunting season closes.
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If you look into your own heart, and you find nothing wrong there, what is there to worry about? What is there to fear?
Confucius
Shape: Cupcakes-modified.
Skin: Bird Next Door
Outfit: Junbug
Pashupatinath Temple. Kathmandu, Nepal.
Baby I see this world has made you sad
Some people can be bad
The things they do, the things they say
But baby I'll wipe away those bitter tears
I'll chase away those restless fears
That turn your blue skies into grey
Why worry....
---- Mark Knopfler
The big green shroud is coming quick. Every spring, it shakes me how sudden it falls. In the space of just a week, almost all the bare branches get covered and hide so much from sight. This structure will quickly follow down to the unknown. It's a precarious perch to be in, between the tide and the road – storm surges lapping at your front door, and a car could crash straight into your bedroom. Not that this little building lives with any such worries anymore. In the decade I've been watching, no signs of life. How many decades before has there been the same silence? These are the ways that nature takes over, gets a little closer than we'd ever allow it. Branches we'd trim, grass we'd mow, reminders to strangers and ourselves that we intend habitation. I'm compelled by emptiness, and all the imagination my heart can muster to fill it.
May 13, 2024
Annapolis County, Nova Scotia
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