@OhioMike Gordon Lightfoot is an all time favorite. Thankfully his music will live on.
The dandelion is the only flower that represents the 3 celestial bodies of the sun, moon and stars. The yellow flower resembles the sun, the puff ball resembles the moon and the dispersing seeds resemble the stars.
The dandelion flower opens to greet the morning and closes in the evening to go to sleep. Every part of the dandelion is useful: root, leaves, flower. It can be used for food, medicine and dye for colouring.
Up until the 1800s people would pull grass out of their lawns to make room for dandelions and other useful “weeds” like chickweed, malva, and chamomile.
The name dandelion is taken from the French word “dent de lion” meaning lion’s tooth, referring to the coarsely-toothed leaves. Dandelions have one of the longest flowering seasons of any plant. Seeds are often carried as many as 5 miles from their origin !
Artist Credit : Oleg Riabchuk
I’ve always wanted to have myself in a place where noises nor dramas does not exist. I’ve always imagine myself the concept of setting my own privacy where silence and peace are the only thing that matters to me.
From time to time, I’ve created my own space of unbothered happiness —away from people, away from noises and dramas and I realized that i need to step up as I’m practicing to ignore petty things and start prioritizing things that really matters.
My mind have been matured and i learnt that life is always about creating your own space and making your own style of tranquility that meets your own peace of mind in a way where you start draining your negative emotions and healing at the same time.
Now that things have been shifted for me lately, i am more of a person who prefers to have silence over noises from other people whether it’s a close friend or a stranger.
I am now a person who prefers to stay at home and listening to music, watching my favorite movies or anime’s, making my own cup of coffee and start recreating the gaps of my life.
It’s always us who chooses the best for us and I realized that time keeps on ticking, it is us who will create our own boundaries or how we able to achieve peace of mind.
Learn to create your own tranquility that meets the standard of your peace. Learn to step up and grow more, the choice is yours to make, —and i chose peace.
— Pepper Mark Writer’s Blossoms 💜
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“When you are feeling confused, frustrated, sad or fed up, your soul just wants you to really listen and feel your emotions, where are you out of balance, where are you stuck, what is holding you back and tugging at your soul pulling you down......what needs to change?
It's time to dig deep and use those confused feelings to begin to learn new things... When you feel stuck and like you have fallen down, use that as a platform to begin to heal and rise back up... Be frustrated as it is where you start to make authentic decisions... Be whatever you are feeling right now, all emotions and feelings are valid, all are a form of energy, use that energy in a constructive way to turn things around, make changes and transform. Listen and feel your soul, it is part of you guiding and supporting you always.”
— Wendy Murphy
[ Art • “Eclipse” by Genevive Zacconi ]
“This life is what you make it. No matter what, you're going to mess up sometimes, it's a universal truth. But the good part is you get to decide how you're going to mess it up. Girls will be your friends - they'll act like it anyway. But just remember, some come, some go.
The ones that stay with you through everything - they're your true best friends. Don't let go of them. Also remember, sisters make the best friends in the world. As for lovers, well, they'll come and go too. And baby, I hate to say it, most of them - actually pretty much all of them are going to break your heart, but you can't give up because if you give up, you'll never find your soulmate.
You'll never find that half who makes you whole and that goes for everything. Just because you fail once, doesn't mean you're gonna fail at everything. Keep trying, hold on, and always, always, always believe in yourself, because if you don't, then who will, sweetie?
So keep your head high, keep your chin up, and most importantly, keep smiling, because life's a beautiful thing and there's so much to smile about.” Marilyn Monroe
Milton Greene - Marilyn Monroe
I randomly made up a quote on top of my head: "Physicality is easy to replace, but not mentality."
THE “TOMBSTONE THUNDERBIRD” PHOTOGRAPH
On April 26, 1880, the Tombstone, Arizona, newspaper, The Epitaph, printed a startling report. According to the article, two cowboys saw a giant bird outside of town, shot it, and carried its gigantic carcass into Tombstone. The creature’s wingspan was listed as an alarming 160 feet, it was 92-feet long, and had a head that was eight-feet long. It had no feathers, but a smooth skin and wing flaps “composed of a thick and nearly transparent membrane… easily penetrated by a bullet.”
It sounds like a typical tall tale of the Wild West – and maybe it was – but it may contain a kernel of truth, as we’ll soon see. But when I was a kid, I didn’t care. I was obsessed with the story of the “Tombstone Thunderbird” --- especially the photograph that was allegedly taken of it. I read that story over and over and was amazed by it. How, I asked myself, could what seemed to be a prehistoric flying creature have been shot down by cowboys in the 1880s? Such a thing seemed impossible, but here was the story – and, of course, there was the photograph. That was the really exciting part! I still remember what that photograph looked like!
Or do I?
You see, that’s the thing. In recent years, an even greater mystery has developed around this story – even greater than whether or not two cowboys shot down a pterodactyl in the desert. The new mystery surrounds the elusive photo that was taken of the incident, which many of us (myself included) believe we saw. But if we did, where is it now?
The Tombstone Epitaph story came and went and was spared from fading into obscurity by its inclusion in the book ON THE OLD WEST COAST by Horace Bell. In the book, Bell states that the “flying monster” was first seen in California. It was chased off by ranchers after it carried off some of their livestock and ended up in Tombstone, where it met its end, killed by the two cowboys.
The story of the Thunderbird was relegated to the ranks of creatures like the “jackalope” until 1963, when the story was revived by writer Jack Pearl for the pulpy men’s adventure magazine, SAGA. Pearl embellished the story – the article was called “Monster Bird That Carries Off Human Beings!” – and added in some giant bird sightings from the early 1960s. He not only told the original story, but claimed that the Tombstone Epitaph had, in 1886, "published a photograph of a huge bird nailed to a wall. The newspaper said that it had been shot by two prospectors and hauled into town by wagon. Lined up in front of the bird were six grown men with their arms outstretched, fingertip to fingertip. The creature measured about 36 feet from wingtip to wingtip."
This part of the story -- the Thunderbird photo -- has taken on a life of its own. Pearl’s account of a photograph of Old West settlers with a big dead bird was picked up and repeated time and again, multiplying and evolving just as it had before Pearl ever got hold of it.
As the story of the photograph began to snowball, the Tombstone Epitaph was forced to issue a statement – the photograph did not exist. Or if it did, they had not published it. Responding to numerous inquiries, staff scoured back issues and files. They even expanded the search to other Arizona and California newspapers of the era but found nothing. Meanwhile, the original EPITAPH story was revived in OLD WEST magazine in 1969, but never mentions the photo, further confusing the issue.
Fact and legend became even further confused after the publication of the OLD WEST article. After reading it, a reader named Harry McClure claimed that as a boy he knew the two cowboys from the story later in their lives, and they had told him a different version of the events. McClure said the giant bird they saw in the desert actually had a wingspan of more like 20 to 30 feet – much more reasonable than 160, but still enormous. The two riders shot at the creature, but it was out of range. Their spooked horses refused to chase it, so the men rode into town empty-handed, carrying only news of the one that got away. A reporter at the Epitaph embellished their story and printed the article in April 1880. They had seen it – that much was true, both men swore – but there was no photograph ever taken of it.
So, why in the world do so many people remember seeing it?
Articles began to appear about the mysterious photograph. Many have reported that they saw the Thunderbird photo in FATE, NATIONAL GEOGRAPHIC, GRIT, or some of the men’s magazines from the 1960s, like TRUE or ARGOSY. But entire archives of these periodicals have been searched, and no Thunderbird discovered. The experts in the cryptozoology field were no less susceptible to Thunderbird recollections than the ordinary reader, with Ivan T. Sanderson and John A. Keel among those who claim to have once held the photo in their hands. Some accounts of seeing the photo are amazingly precise and hard to disregard.
As the story continued to spread, people who heard it were convinced they had seen the photo with their own eyes. They were sure that had seen it in some old book or magazine and didn’t realize the significance of it at the time. The details sometimes differed from one recollection to the next – some said the bird had feathers, while others said it looked like a pterodactyl, and some thinking it was nailed to a wall and others recalling it held with wings outstretched by a group of men – but no matter what, each person was convinced his or her memory was true.
In the late 1990s, the search for the "Thunderbird Photo" reached a point of obsession for those interested in the subject. A discussion of the matter stretched over several issues of Mark Chorvinsky's STRANGE magazine and readers who believed they had seen the photo cited sources that ranged from old books, to Western photograph collections, men's magazines, and beyond.
I joined the search and combed through literally hundreds of issues of dusty copies of TRUE and SAGA but could find nothing more than the previously mentioned article by Jack Pearl. If the photo exists, I certainly don't have it in my own collection.
So, how do we explain this weird phenomenon of a photograph that so many remember seeing and yet no one can seem to find? Author Mark Hall believes that the description of the photo creates such a vivid image in the mind that many people who have knowledge and interest in curious and eclectic things begin to think the photo is familiar. It literally creates a "shared memory" of something that does not exist. We think we have seen it, but in reality, we have not.
It’s hard to know what to think about this theory. It certainly makes sense. I can easily see who we could have created something like this from inside of our overcrowded minds, but what if….?
What if the photo does exist? What if it’s out there? What if it’s just waiting to be discovered in some dusty garage, overflowing file cabinet, or musty basement. I don’t know about you, but I haven’t given up just yet – and I have a feeling that I’m not the only one who is still out there looking!
🌧️ April showers not only bring May flowers, but also produce petrichor. What is petrichor? It’s the unique and fresh smell associated with rain.
⚡ Geosmin, plant oil secretion, and even lightning can play a role in that earthy fragrance we smell after a thunderstorm.
🦠 Geosmin is a compound created by Actinomycetes bacteria. This bacteria is present in most healthy soils. When rain droplets hit the ground, geosmin is released into the air. Geosmin in the air can be detected by the human nose at less than 5 parts per trillion!
🌱 Plants produce oils that accumulate in between rocks and in soil. When it rains, these compounds are released, further contributing to petrichor.
🌩️ Thunderstorms also play a role in petrichor. When lightning strikes high in the atmosphere oxygen and nitrogen molecules are split, and create ozone (O3). Ozone, which has an obvious aroma, similar to that of chlorine, is then carried down by the rain.
💦 Rain also helps clear the air of dust particles and aerosols, effectively cleaning the air and making the earthy smell more potent.
“I was laying in bed one night and I thought ‘I’ll just quit...to hell with it.’ And another little voice inside me said ‘Don’t quit...save that tiny little ember of spark.’ And never give them that spark because as long as you have that spark, you can start the greatest fire again.” Charles Bukowski
Christian Schloe - Portrait of a Heart.
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LET YOURSELF REST If you’re exhausted, rest. If you don’t feel like starting a new project, don’t. If you don’t feel the urge to make something new, just rest in the beauty of the old, the familiar, the known. If you don’t feel like talking, stay silent. If you’re fed up with the news, turn it off. If you want to postpone something until tomorrow, do it. If you want to do nothing, let yourself do nothing today. Feel the fullness of the emptiness, the vastness of the silence, the sheer life in your unproductive moments. Time does not always need to be filled. You are enough, simply in your being.
~ Jeff Foster
art | Dreamtime. By Ellen Uytewaal