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I love invitations to groups. love them! but I don't like those big or sparkly invites. so, as much as I love being invited, and love you for inviting me, I will delete them.
sorry.
Don't worry, these tea men know their job very well, every glass is rinsed with boiling water and Tamil people never put a glass at their lips, we do as we never learned to drink like that.
Throw your worries
ارمي همومك
تعالي فضفضي وارمي همومك في بحر صدريولا تخلين في قلبك من اهمومـك ولا قطـره
انا والله ما اتحمل يجيـك الضيـق ياعمـريومن اليوم العذاب اللي تخافيه انتهـى امـره
معايه لا تخافي اسهـري والا ارقـدي بـدريولا تطرين لي أهـات والا خـوف او حسـره
تمشي في بساتين القصور الللي على خبـريومن كل الزهور اللي تشوفين اقطفـي زهـره
تغنـي وارقصـي خلـيـك كــا لقـمـرييطيـر مـن الفـرح مـن شجـره لشجـره
ابـي لاجيـت اشوفـك ينـشـرح صــدريمابـي لاجيـت اشوفـك يشتـعـل جـمـره
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A Mayan custom is to tell your worries to these people and put them under your pillow at bedtime. The worry people absorb your troubles so that they have gone in the morning.
Pretty little things, they bring in important revenue to farmers and families in Guatemala. They are sometimes used by psychologists, especially with children.
"Manichaeism taught an elaborate cosmology describing the struggle between a good, spiritual world of light, and an evil, material world of darkness. Through an ongoing process which takes place in human history, light is gradually removed from the world of matter and returned to the world of light from which it came. Its beliefs were based on local Mesopotamian gnostic and religious movements."
"---By extension, the term "manichean" is widely applied (often disparagingly) as an adjective to a philosophy or attitude of moral dualism, according to which a moral course of action involves a clear (or simplistic) choice between good and evil, or as a noun to people who hold such a view."
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Cloud worries.
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Why Worry- Dire Straits 🎵💜
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
And turn your blue skies into gray
Why worry
There should be laughter after pain
There should be sunshine after rain
These things have always been the same
So why worry now
Why worry now
Baby, when I get down I turn to you
And you make sense of what I do
And though it isn't hard to say
But baby, just when this world seems mean and cold
Our love comes shining red and gold
And all the rest is by the way
Why worry
There should be laughter after pain
There should be sunshine after rain
These things have always been the same
So why worry now
Why worry now
Be careful who you upset.
The abuse of older people, often referred to as ‘elder abuse’, is a global public health problem. On 15 June 2021, the World Health Organisation (WHO) published a factsheet on elder abuse to mark World Elder Abuse Awareness Day. It provided the following definition, which includes abuse in both community and institutional settings:
Elder abuse is a single or repeated act, or lack of appropriate action, occurring within any relationship where there is an expectation of trust, which causes harm or distress to an older person. This type of violence constitutes a violation of human rights and includes physical, sexual, psychological, and emotional abuse; financial and material abuse; abandonment; neglect; and serious loss of dignity and respect.
Taunton, Somerset, UK.
I am already thinking of work this summer!! :-(
A continuation of my "Just Face It" set, where I use the same image of a face to create different types of visual art
Face by Whatthemell @Devient art
1 texture by me
Place Jacques Cartier , Old Montréal, Québec, Canada.
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Never worry about the size of your Christmas tree. In the eyes of children, they are all 30 feet tall.
~Larry Wilde
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i bought a 200 acre farmstead in southern virgina several years back.the property had been basically abandoned for 20 years and the
locals had grown very accustomed to regarding it as their own hunting
ground. we bought the property in oct/nov'ish, which is the begining
of deer hunting season in those parts (the creep of southernism
in my speech will become readily apparent, bear with). so the first
several weekends, i would take my father up there to make a clearing
to put up a storage shed and build up my smithy forge. we put up no
trespassing signs and chains across the road, but they would be torn
down and cut when we arrived. it was clear we werent going to be
entirely welcome. .
One weekend my dad stopped at a pawn shop on the drive up, saying he
wanted to look at something. 10 minutes later he came out with 2
Chinese semi-auto assault rifles and 1000 rounds of high velocity
ammo.
'Ummm....' i said, 'not a good idea'
"We have to be prepared. Things might get hairy."
"Sure, but you know how to fire one of those?"
"pretty sure"
"nice....just put em in the trunk and forget about them dad.'
so when we arrive the signs are down and the chains cut and dad is
freaking out that the locals arent showing us respect. i sigh, roll
eyes, and start a fire to make some coffee. now in virginia they use
dogs to hunt. the deer are flushed out into open fields by baying
hounds and beagles where the lazy hunters sits on his truck or ATV and
pops off shots at them. as we start drinking coffee, a pack of dogs
tears thru our campsite and we see a deer pull out of a grove about
100 feet to our left and tear across 40 feet ahead of us into a broom
straw pasture. shotguns erupted from an opposing treeline about 100
feet to our right. 8,9, maybe 10 shots fired, tangentially in front of us. dad runs back to the car, pulls an assault rifle from the
trunk, loads up a 50 round clip, and marches past me towards the
treeline of hunters.
'whoa! what the fuck do you think you are doing?!'
'im gonna teach those bastards some respect!!'
'put the gun down, dad. you arent going anywhere with that.
just settle down.'
'just relax son, i'll take care of this, i'm not afraid.'
'hahaha, im certainly not afraid of them either. but...they know we
are here. they are just trying to rattle us - and apparently it worked
on you. now look, this is the big picture here. there are probably 4
or 5 locals in that treeline, they can probably see you right now,
they have probably been hunting here since they were children, they
know this land, they know the local sheriff, they dont know you. you
go charging in there and they might even drop you and not a word would
be said about it. you were in the army like 30 years ago, you read
soldier of fortune magazine on the toilet - this doth not a commando
maketh. just settle down, gimme the rifle and go load up the
other one.'
reluctantly he gave me the gun. i took it over behind a huge 4 foot
diameter fallen oak out of the sight line of the hunters, left it
there, and returned to my coffee. ten minutes later, another deer
flushed out and another volley erupted from the treeline. dad gave me
a withering look of contempt as if he was digusted for siring such a
spineless son. i smirked back and said 'breathe....its ok. trust me.'
i went over to the oak and the rifle, put down my coffee, and squeezed
off all 50 rounds in rapid fire. CRACK CRACK CRACK... an assault rifle
is a loud impressive beast, i must admit. a minute later we heard a
jeep and an atv drive off from the treeline. i went back to the fire,
finished my coffee and asked dad to get the other rifle and go get
down by the oak.
'what?'
'trust me...serious. you have about 2 minutes.'
as he got the gun and walked over to the tree, we saw a convoy of 6
trucks and jeeps and atvs barrelling down our drive road (about a mile
long).
'dad, please just stay put behind that tree, dont let them see where
you are, unless, obviously things get 'hairy', then call the cops on
your cell and handle things. but remember even if you shoot in
self-defense, you are going to jail, and its their jail."
"what the hell? what are you going to do??'
'no big, we are going to have a little chat. no worries'
a minute later, the six vehicles pull up around in a semi circle and
like 15 hunters get out, some with their shotguns, others without, but
certainly packing a pistol or something. this huge older thick headed
lout with a stereotypical chunck of chewing 'bacca in his lip and a
grimy blaze orange padded jacket was standing in front, looked around
at our campsite and snorted with complete contempt.
'boy, who the fuck is shooting machine guns around here?!' he says
walking over at me.
i just sat there on a log drinking my coffee looking at him.
'you deef boy? we was up yonder (swear to god they use 'yonder', go
figure!) and some dumbfucker starting shooting automatic machine guns
at us. waddat you?'
i lit a cigarette and just stared at him for another 10 seconds or so.
(honestly i couldnt tell if i was in way over my head, but i
knew if we showed weakness the whole adventure of living up there
would become some fuct hatfield-mccoy OK corral deliverance hillbilly
nightmare)
'this is my land now - and that is my gun. and dont call me boy.'
'now look here, we are out here hunting and you are gonna hit somebody
shooting like that. so you need to settle down...boooooyyyy. we'been
hunting here for over 20 years and the season just started. we'll tell
y'all when you its safe for you to come back here and play or whatever
the hell you california boys do back here (the realtor must have
filled the locals in on our situation).
cigarette drag. stare.
'you got me, boy?'
'no, boyyyy. here is the deal. this is my land now - and you are
fucking trespassing. i fired those shots, not at your boys, but into
the ground, because i know there is nothing a hunter hates more than
to think there is an asshole out there in the trees with an assault
rifle. i knew it would get your attention. now i am going to live
here. i am clearing off this land to build a home and eventually build
a business. i am gonna raise a family here. i believe in good
neighbors. i am gonna be a good neighbors. but y'all have started this
out ugly by vandalizing my signs, cutting my chains, trespassing to
hunt, which can land your ass in state prison for a couple months. so
short of you making some jack ass move and trying to shoot me right
here which i can tell you would be a very bad ideat, we can sit down
and work out some sort arrangement that will make us good neighbors.
so what do you want? you want to fight or figure it out?'
(snort) 'youre fucking crazy!'
'no. just very determined to makes sure everybody walks outta here and
that this little bullshit harrasment stops today. so what do you
want?'
'check this california boy out. who does he think he is'
'look, i already called the game warden this morning before i came up
here. real nice guy (one mongoloid in the back guffawed and said 'he's
a fucker.) he was very obliging and told me all about your state
hunting laws and the serious penalties for trespassing and he even
mentioned that he might be stopping by today to say hello. and last
week i spoke with the county magistrate (DA to them), also a real nice
guy, looks like we are going to be going to the same church (i had
stopped in at the beautiful 200 year old episcopal church on a
previous trip to meet the rector and meet some of the folks - never
especially religious, but i knew enough of small towns to know that
the church is where you socialize and get your social ranking), happy
to see some new faces coming to the county. he told me all about the
history of this part of the county and this property. in fact, he said
if i had any problems to give him a call and he'd give me a hand. so
you and your boys aint got much to stand on right now. you keep up
this hunting and the game warden is gonna revoke your licenses at best
and toss you in jail at the worst, especially if your poachin' was
done in a coercive threating manner, and im sure the magistrate
wouldnt mind a bit drawing up the cases."
'ha, the sheriff is my brother in law,' the lout says.
'cool, roll the dice, see what your brother in law will do for you. or
you put your guns back in your trucks and lets work this out.'
'what'chu got in mind?'
'ok, i accept that y'all have been hunting here since sheriff shappard
died because there was no one to say no, and we all know there isnt
another plot of property with an open 100 acres of clear shooting this
far back off the road for 20 or so miles. so i dont feel right just
telling you boys that you cant hunt here anymore. so you can hunt
here.'
'well thats good, glad youre talking some sense.'
'so you can hunt here for the rest of the season...but next season you
can only hunt the front half of the property and the following year
only the front quarter of the land. you get three more years you can
hunt here, after those three years i should have a home built here and
we can discuss if any of you wants to buy permission to hunt that
front quarter. three years free is a good deal.'
'not really...'
'its better than the alternative. but here's your catch. only you and
your hunt club are allowed to hunt here. no one else. understand?'
'thats not much of a catch, why would we want to share it?'
'the catch is that you are responsible for making sure no one hunts
here, no one vandalizes my gear that i store here, no one messes with
my signs. if anybody hunts and vandalizes this property, then all bets
are off and you can go ask the hunt club down 'yonder!' if you can
hunt with them - i'm sure they wouldnt mind .
long story short, they agreed, we agreed. no more problems with
vandals and such. in fact, they actually called the sheriff on some
boys from another county who had come over during the week to hunt.
and they made sure we knew they had done so. after two years a 300
acre property a mile or so down the road was bought by a timberer and
clear cut. after the trees and shrub growth starting coming back after
a year it was perfect for deer hunting and the timberer had no
objections to the locals hunting there, so it wasnt a problem not
hunting at our place. it was never warm and fuzzy with the locals up
there, but they did respect our property. we never had anymore problems with
them.
damn, i hadnt thought about that story for years now.
Hidden deep in Clifton Gorge is this tranquil scene. A scene so gorgeous, it just melts all your worries and stress away. I took this photograph from a footbridge that is normally full of people taking in the scenery.
Clifton Gorge State Nature Preserve. Clifton, Ohio.
And I won't be made useless.
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I am so in love with the new Florence and the Machine 'Ceremonials' album
And tell me why is it that there is always something one has to worry about.. ??
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I got a text from some little tattletale that some of the little bears were having an adventure, but when I saw where they were, I thought it was an opium den! OH NO!!
I HAD to ask when they got home because I was SO worried.
"So . . . where have you guys been?" I asked.
"Oh, just out, Mama," said Freya.
"Well, you are going to have to do better than that, you four. Have you been to an opium den?" I started to cry.
"Oh, Mama! Why every would you think that?!! Of course we have not been to an opium den!"
"Then where have you been, and what is in that silver box that Pip has? I have been sick with worry."
Four little bears giggled.
"Oh my! You DO have a big imagination, Mama! What is an opium den, anyway?! We have been to a new tea room- very modern and relaxing, and it's just for tiny bears!! Pip has tea in the little silver box! It's special, and we bought it there so we could bring it home and share it with you!"
"I am SO sorry I doubted you! A Mama always worries! I love you so much!" I said, as I got four little hugs.
"We love you, too, Mama! We are good little bears, so don't worry!"
Happy Teddy Bear Tuesday!
***
My lovely friend, Bev, who makes the wonderful little tents that I love so much has ALSO made all the cushions and tiny pillows for the tiny bears! She can make ANYTHING!
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Mi sobrina Teresa, esta tarde posó para mí mientras terminábamos algunas tareas en el campo.
My niece Teresa posed for my while we were finishing some work in the countryside.
I think people sometimes overthink, which leads them to be consumed by their own worries. The only exit, paradoxically lies within ourselves
Painter: Anjo Borlada, "Pangako" (Promise)
Over the years i have seem girls come and go, they normally last five years or so then disappear something i know can be worrying for those who follow them.
A number of reasons are given yet i have never fully understood why they post so intensely then just stop. Maybe the urge to dress has gone or the buzz has. so that brings me to a question.
If you no longer get a high, a buzz, a kick, from dressing is it time to stop?
I am in a funny place at the moment in as much as i never really got a great feeling from dressing other than it felt right. Now even that has gone and its more a case of its normal. I think the fact that his wardrobe is almost empty has shocked me a little with how much i have changed in a short period and maybe i am a little concerned about the effect that will have on my mental health later in life.
Have to say being half in half out is an odd place to be.
I won't stop being me but if i have these feelings then other do too. If so we should talk about them and help each other out.
For me i am to bloody-minded to ever stop although i might drift away a little from the public eye over time as most full time girls do (no i am not full time) I think because it feels normal without the highs I don't need to seek out the validation anymore. Maybe that's the answer being content stops the need to post everyday??
Anyway I was going for an 80s inspired look in an early Madonna kind of way all be it a little tame. this was a progression of looks from the wedding dress to dance in to this so as you could see me dancing in shoes to what happens next. My dressing for no reason tends to follow that kind of route
Don't worry about my proximity to the fire. Being something of a demon, it doesn't cause me much harm.
I actually look a lot closer than I am .
No worries, just a routine trip to the vet.
Shooting a bit with the Sony DSC-WX9 today, one of the few cameras that I just never liked.
Looks like it came out about 12 years ago now: www.dpreview.com/products/sony/compacts/sony_dscwx9