as promised here are the links i found to Mr Poe, again i haven’t actually had chance to check them out i am just listening to Mr Lovecraft first (and i must say it is jolly good!) these as far as i am aware are all audio books and free so go ahead enjoy and let me know if any links don’t work
hope you all enjoy these classics
love and peace to all
well this is a jolly good find i just had to share this is the whole -as far as i am aware i haven’t actually tested it out yet i am just about too but it was so good i had to share with you all straight away ^_^ -so back to the share it is the whole of call of cthulhu(how the heck does one pronounce that? ) read by garrick hagon i love listening to book readings its nice to lie back and pop the headphones on and have someone tell you a story and this one for all those HP lovecraft fans out there this is a classic ^_^ for those of you who prefer edgar allen poe i have i think found a link for him also just give me a minute and i will pop it up,
for now i present to you lovely friends H P Lovecraft Call of Cthulhu;-
a big thank you to my lovely mims for showing me this one and it is just so adorable i had to share with you all ^_^
have a listen and i am sure you will love it too ^_^
love and peace to all
today’s picture breaks my heart every time i see it. To see such a picture in any circumstance would be sad but to know this is a picture of Pripyat and therefor yet another example of how the species of mankind can get it so devastatingly wrong sometimes just turns my heart over and rips it to shreds. It is pictures like this that make me force myself to find some good in the human race because there has to be balance for all the wrong, there has to be even a glimmer of right and it is when i find that one piece of good that i can relax. Many years ago before i had children i was often known to say i did not want to bring children into a world such as this; back then it was the eighties and it was often a sorry and soul destroying decade, growing up in the shadow of the IRA troubles and the sheer panic that sets in when faced with either being bombed by them or a nuclear war which was also a threat that forever darkened my already miserable childhood and i felt angry with the world, with mankind, but you know one day i was talking with someone older and wiser than i was and they said that they not only thought i would make a good mam but supposing the child i gave birth too was the next Ghandi or the next Mother Theresa and through talking with that kind and wise person i was helped to see that for all the wrong in the world beautiful children are born all the time and each one has the potential to save life and to improve life not just for themselves but for many perhaps even the whole world, and so the beauty and miracle of having children was restored to me and i am forever grateful to that one wonderful person whether my children grow up to be hair dressers, actors, lawyers, it doesn’t matter for each of them is their own miracle and i would not want my life any other way.
so lets look at the official background for pripyat and i for one pray that we use the experience of Pripyat and learn from it.
oh my this is brilliant turns out in response to my post i have a friend who has actually visited and has the most excellent pictures on his blog so reblogged for you all andrew and his visit and excellent pictures, enjoy-
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About 14 months ago we had a short break in Siem Reap in Cambodia, temple bashing. At one stage I did know the order in which we visited the temples but now they are just a blur and a lot of DNGs in my Lightroom catalogue. Occasionally I go back, review, delete a few and wonder, hmmm, I wonder what the would like if I processed it. Perhaps my PP skills have moved on in the last 14 months. Maybe not. And of course, Reap may not be pronounced Reep but Ray-app, which is what I heard at the airport. It could be one of those cunning foreign names designed to trip up unsuspecting aliens. Like Phuket, which before you get agitated is Poo-kett. So there.
To get to the point, as they used to say on Blue Peter, here’s one I made earlier.
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okay time for another picture from my bulging folders on this poor laptop picture for today 12/10/14
So how gorgeous is this? or one could use the word amazing, it seriously looks like you have stumbled onto some fifties black and white science fiction film set, its like you could imagine some guy shouting ‘cut’ or berating some poor girl for not giving enough ‘depth’ or ‘emotion’ as she is eaten by some badly built monster whose clockwork insides threaten to spew cogs over the guys with huge clunky cameras, I love old black and white films, I could spend all day watching them especially if it is raining and dark outside, the more stormy the weather the more I want to snuggle up and watch old films.
Yet this place is real and oh my I would absolutely love to go visit it someday – yes I know I have entered the realms of fantasy once again but I can dream, and should I ever win the lottery or who knows maybe one day my books will sell in huge amounts ^_^ then here is on top of the list of places I have to go visit, well no actually the Maldives is number one it is possibly the one place I would simply have to go but you know right after the Maldives I shall go here then probably back to the Maldives hmm think I need enough money to simply set up home in the Maldives and visit everywhere from there ^_^ now that is a fantasy worth having.
so let’s have some background as to what and where this place really is
The octopus-like roots of a tree grow over a building entrance just before the inner moat at Angkor’s Ta Prohm site.
Ta Prohm was built as a double-moated, royal monastery during the reign of Jayavarman VII at the end of the twelfth century. As a Mahayana Buddhist, the king dedicated the monument to his mother envisioned as a “bodhisattva” or saint of compassion. The images of Buddha himself were removed from the temple by Jayavarman VII’s successor, Jayavarman VIII, who was a Hindu.
When French explorers first discovered the overgrown buildings at the ancient capital of Angkor in the late 1800s, much of the area was completely covered by forest. In particular, the roots of strangler figs, kapok, and banyan trees aggressively encompassed the Angkor structures.
This small site was deliberately left unconserved by French archaeologists to create a sharp contrast with their painstaking reconstruction of the temples in the Angkor Wat complex. At present, the temple is only conserved to prevent further building collapses and to clear passage for visitors. Even these two goals require considerable labor and forest management.
there are some fabulous pictures out there so now you know what to look for go and have a look about, this place has a lot more to it and the pictures are amazing! I love history and I adore ancient history, there is so much that has gone before that we know nothing about, in another life I am quite sure I am an archeologist- that would have been such a fabulous job, and we are indebted to the hard work of these people and also to conservationists who work tirelessly and compassionately to help preserve these ancient wonders each day through these and other people new discoveries are made and are often astounding, and I feel it helps to feel more connected to our roots as human beings to see and wonder at these marvels, just as science especially physics one of my fave subjects shows us the future so the work of archeologists and others shows us the past and it is all part of us where we have come from and where we are going to. The past has many secrets to share with us yet and I find it exciting and wait with baited breath for each new discovery.
love and peace be with you all
so sorry my wonderful friends i have been so poorly the last attack was the worst i have had and i am still wiped out from it but slowly getting to a point where i am at least able to focus and so hi everyone hope everyone has been enjoying good times and i shall share with you now some beautiful women dancing and looking gorgeous from 1973 ^_^
for those who are interested i did manage to start college but have been so ill i didn’t manage to attend these last two weeks hopefully the tutors have been compassionate enough to let me carry on with the course i can only cross my fingers at this point and hope i haven’t missed too much. The course has been quite enlightening for the time i have managed to attend and has how can i put this erm it sort of blew me away at first and it soon became quite clear that it was not going to be what i had expected, for those of you new to my blog hi and welcome and the course i am trying to do is counselling with a view to specializing in counselling for the bereaved, so first of all i had the wrong idea of what would be expected of me i had gone in with all these lovely thoughts of how i would help people who were undergoing the very difficult experience of grief and though i knew it would be difficult and i knew i would suffer because i do tend to be ‘soft’ as my husband puts it. i thought my main problems would be learning how not to take my ‘work’ home with me or how to toughen up and not cry etc but nooooo turns out that’s nothing that’s expected and its small fry compared to what actually happens. So within the first week i stumble out of college thinking what the hell have i taken on, not worried about the academic side although it is daunting, not worried about me being too soft although it is a fact, nope and nope again the biggest head blown massive anxiety attack inducing problem? i shall tell you dear friend – i have to undergo mandatory counselling myself.
Did you read that? did it actually worry you? if the answer is no then great you either had a wonderful life and never had any awful experiences which is fantastic or you had experiences and have coped well and have carried on well adjusted and able to cope well with life, or
if you read it and felt immediate shock and indeed horror then you are like me and panicked, you see i automatically panic because there are so many damn experiences in my life i wouldn’t know where to start,.*sigh* my life is basically a psychotherapists dream; enough work to keep them employed for life plus a few damn good books and a major film deal and that’s all before i achieved adult hood, from there it simply became more repetitive.
That first week i had to seriously sit down and have a major think about it all and so in the end after much sleep lost and too much head space being taken up with the thinking and the resulting nightmares that obligingly happen each time i am forced to remember any of it i finally decided i would see this course through; it is only 24 weeks long and between the end of this one and when the next one starts i would sit and have another think about how i carry on or if i carry on.
Now dear friend do not get me wrong i can see where they are coming from, it is plainly obvious that if i am to help others and the way to help them is to help them find a way of them helping themselves ,if you follow me, then part of that is the idea that they would talk to me and open up to me and through this the way forward would be found, see the key issue there is they would open up to me. Now how can i expect them to open up to me if i am not only still refusing to deal with my own demons but i will not open up to anyone else about me having demons in the first place.
All those lovely ideas of me listening to people and being there for them have vanished and are replaced with the idea i now have to open up to a group of people i do not know and tell them stuff i won’t even talk to my best friend about.
There have been various times in my life where i either was suddenly forced into having a therapist/counsellor or ‘advised’ to have one and each time i stubbornly rebelled, refused and well walked out and that was the end of that. I always thought it just made the problem worse i never saw how talking about something did any good, even those others i saw of my friends going to counselling always seemed much worse when they came out of it and just made me absolutely sure it was the devils work.
There was just one time, the very last time and it wasn’t even for myself really though i was offered it, but a couple of years ago (for those who wish to ready more about i have written as much as i could about the experience in the getting to know me sections of this blog) after going through a most horrendous bereavement as a family my second daughter was given grief counselling and the lady who became our counsellor was amazing, a brilliant lady who helped me to see that not all counsellors were the spawn of the devil and some in fact were quite nice ^_^ so that was me inspired and wanting to be a grief counsellor. Fast forward to today and i am dreading going to college this week but i will force myself and gritting my teeth and biting my tongue i shall hopefully emerge unscathed and well enough to write another blog post until then i shall leave you now while i go find a picture to share with you all
love and peace to all
helloooooo friends ^_^ i am a little excited today, today i went and managed to enrol at college finally able to achieve one of my life goals – to study counselling with the aim of becoming a bereavement counsellor, so yup today i took children to school and popped in the college and was able to find the right course and tutor and enroll and even though it was only three years ago i gained my diploma there things had changed quite a lot! This time around i found it even more approachable and friendly and welcoming and they even have finance options available which helped me a lot it costs a lot of money to follow the course of study i want but they were fabulous and helped me all the way so on the 17th of september i officially start my studies woohoo ! Luckily my diploma came in very handy as they were able to start me at a higher level so i was entered straight in a grade three which in real terms means i had just saved about two years of study, so glad my diploma was actually useful for once ! for those wanting to understand the background of my choice of study you can read about it here
i warn you though it’s not nice, some things in life are just crap and all we can do is deal with them
so the kids are back at school i am back at college and i am still working on the end of my latest book life goes on ^_^
now hows about a picture for today ^_
this picture is hauntingly beautiful the girl looks so serene and one can almost fancy she looks happy peaceful yet she is someone many of you may well have not only met her exact likeness but may even have kissed her!
some background ;-
Her enigmatic smile is known to millions around the world and she has been kissed billions of times.
This is the face behind first-aid mannequin Rescue Annie.
But behind her peaceful expression lies a story shrouded in rumours of heartbreak and tragedy.
For the beautiful face used as the model for medical workers learning how to give the ‘kiss of life’ is also known as ‘L’Inconnue de la Seine’ – or ‘the unknown woman from the Seine’.
According to popular myth, at the end of the 19th century, a young girl’s lifeless body was pulled from Paris’s Quai François Mitterrand, which was then called Quai du Louvre.
As no signs of violence could be found on her, it was decided she had committed suicide, with some stories suggesting it was a case of unrequited love that prompted her death.
Because no one could identify her, a plaster mask of her face was made and hung outside a shop door.
Her delicate beauty became popular with artists and writers, who fabricated stories about the cause of her suicide.
Generations later she was still inspiring those fascinated by her mysterious story, and a practical – and life-saving – use was found for her fair visage.
According to his company website Asmund Laerdal, the founder of Laerdal Medical, based in Stavanger, Norway, became a pioneer for making resuscitation aids out of soft plastic.
A user of CPR, in the 1950s he developed Resusci Annie, otherwise known as Rescue Annie, a life-like mannequin used to train people in mouth-to-mouth resuscitation.
His website says he was so moved by the unknown woman’s tragic background, he adopted her mask for his first-aid doll.
He was convinced that if a mannequin was life-like, students would be determined to learn the lifesaving procedure.
Millions have been taught how to breathe life into the face of the girl who is believed to have taken her own, making her the most kissed girl in the world.
So sad to be so well known and yet have nothing of your own life no details not even a name to be known by, i wonder should there become any recognition of the idea of a continued existence after death, i know not many would hold with such an idea but humour me for a moment and imagine along with me her beautiful face watching the years go by and seeing how from her lonely and tragic death leads to her becoming an essential part of something used the world over to help save lives, how odd it would seem to her to watch so many people around the world, see her face, kiss her lips and perhaps the most poignant; to practice how to save a life on her likeness yet none could actually save her. Had she been a victim of unrequited love? had she dreamed of, or longed for one small kiss and yet over many years and from many different people she becomes the most kissed woman in history, would she think fate cruel? ironic? or would she still wear that beautiful smile and that serene peaceful expression. I hope so, I hope she would appreciate that her beautiful smile inspired someone to produce an essentially life saving piece of equipment and that even though her own life ended so tragically her beautiful serene face helped save many lives.
love and peace be with you all
okay todays picture is quite straightforward not one of my complex hidden motive ones it is just simple and beautiful, and i would dearly love to go and see it i would probably struck dumb but it would be worth it
now isn’t that astoundingly beautiful? called White Temple Chiang Rai, Thailand it looks stunning a fantasy in white and i would dearly love to go visit i imagine to see it for real it will take your breath away it is amazingly detailed as well
Real name Wat Rong Khun is a work in progress. All details of the white ubosot, the main temple hall, have been recently completed. A number of other buildings are in various stages of construction and decoration. The masterplan is expected to take decades to complete.
Superman flies through the paintings on a temple wall. A towering demon rises above you wielding a sword. Hands reach out from the depths below you on a bridge to a heavenly temple. Shrunken heads sprouting Spanish moss hang from tree branches. Thai angels and mystical creatures cavort through the temple grounds and on the masterpiece sanctuary at the temple’s heart. Wander through the magical world of Wat Rong Khun, often referred to in English as the White Temple.
Perhaps the most unique temple in the Kingdom of Thailand, the White Temple was born from the devotion of National Artist Chalermchai Kositpipat. A deeply devout Buddhist famed primarily for his religious-themed paintings, Chalermchai began the White Temple in 1997. Wat Rong Khun however is no traditional temple. Chalermchai re-imagines Thai art for the modern world. As you move through the temple grounds, you find yourself in the artist’s surreal vision of Buddhist teachings. Superheroes, movie stars and cartoons make their entrance into temple murals depicting traditional Buddhist motifs. Fantastical sculptures and architecture cover the landscape.
The esteemed artist’s imaginative touch makes its presence known even from outside the temple itself. Red skulls top traffic cones on the street. Light gleams brightly from the central temple hall.
Every detail of Wat Rong Khun carries deep religious symbolism – though admittedly most Thais will be unaware of most of the meaning as well unless they have studied up on its mysteries. Departing from the expected gold, Chalermchai chose to construct the temple in white, symbolizing the purity of Lord Buddha. The mirrors embedded in the structure reflect light, representing the Buddha’s wisdom shining out across the Earth and the Universe.
Much of the temple’s messages refer to escaping desire, greed and passion and moving towards the sublime through Buddhist teachings. To reach the main temple hall, you cross a threshold guarded by demons and traverse a bridge over an ocean of ghostly hands reaching up from the cycle of death and rebirth. The temple building symbolizes the realm of the Buddha and rising to a state of nirvana.
So it looks like something straight out of a fairy book and the closer you get the more detail you see, i could wander aimlessly round this place for hours drinking in every tiny part of it, and also i love the idea of such a beautiful building that looks like a work of art has deep meaning not just in itself but in every tiny detail, each part as important as the next and producing a dazzling vision when viewed in the whole of its entirety. To see such beauty as this is what makes me want to go traveling, pictures are nice but oh i would wish to have enough money to travel the world seeing all such beautiful places – a woman can dream ^_^
so there you have it a beautiful picture with a beautiful meaning for today
love and peace be with you
wel most of you know eddie izzard is my fave comedian and those of you new to my blog-welcome friends- here is a taster
WARNING- this video although short does contain crude language so don’t watch if you find such language offensive, it is however funny so give it a try if you don’t mind bad language
love and peace to all