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Almost four years has come and gone on this page. Memories and feelings created and erased. A new page and a fresh start awaits, but I’ll miss this one dearly.
And with that, I bid adieu.
Much love always, Shannon
here is a tribe in Africa where the birth date of a child is counted not from when they were born, nor from when they are conceived but from the day that the child was a thought in its mother’s mind. And when a woman decides that she will have a child, she goes off and sits under a tree, by herself, and she listens until she can hear the song of the child that wants to come. And after she’s heard the song of this child, she comes back to the man who will be the child’s father, and teaches it to him. And then, when they make love to physically conceive the child, some of that time they sing the song of the child, as a way to invite it. And then, when the mother is pregnant, the mother teaches that child’s song to the midwives and the old women of the village, so that when the child is born, the old women and the people around her sing the child’s song to welcome it. And then, as the child grows up, the other villagers are taught the child’s song. If the child falls, or hurts its knee, someone picks it up and sings its song to it. Or perhaps the child does something wonderful, or goes through the rites of puberty, then as a way of honoring this person, the people of the village sing his or her song. In the African tribe there is one other occasion upon which the villagers sing to the child. If at any time during his or her life, the person commits a crime or aberrant social act, the individual is called to the center of the village and the people in the community form a circle around them. Then they sing their song to them. The tribe recognizes that the correction for antisocial behavior is not punishment; it is love and the remembrance of identity. When you recognize your own song, you have no desire or need to do anything that would hurt another. And it goes this way through their life. In marriage, the songs are sung, together. And finally, when this child is lying in bed, ready to die, all the villagers know his or her song, and they sing—for the last time—the song to that person. You may not have grown up in an African tribe that sings your song to you at crucial life transitions, but life is always reminding you when you are in tune with yourself and when you are not. When you feel good, what you are doing matches your song, and when you feel awful, it doesn’t. In the end, we shall all recognize our song and sing it well. You may feel a little warbly at the moment, but so have all the great singers. Just keep singing and you’ll find your way home.
This is awesome.
By Alexandra Sophie
Jardin fleuris is a series representing the different ages of a woman. The first picture is called Virgin Soil, the second is called Mûres which means both “blackberries” and “mature” representing puberty and first periods, the third picture is called Broken Eggs. Broken eggs represent the loss of virginity in arts. The fourth photo is called Blossom in the Garden and represents a mother with her inner fertile garden.
Virgin Soil
Mûres
Broken Eggs
Blossom In The Garden
Orchids
Empty Nest
Growing Seed
Blooming Garden
Sea/Mother Of Milk
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Some people bring out the worst in you, others bring out the best, and then there are those remarkably rare, addictive ones who just bring out the most. Of everything. They make you feel so alive that you’d follow them straight into hell, just to keep getting your fix.
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My parents are leaving for their Rhine River cruise tomorrow, and then a long weekend in Crete. I always get so nervous when they travel. I worry so much, ugh. I know they’ll have a great time but just come home and be safe already.
They’re flying out of Milan so my dad can meet with up with the old pharmaceutical company he used to work with. They’ve offered him their position of international marketing director for many years now, but I guess he’s actually considering it since Sean and I are out of the house.
Just would mean I’m living on a different continent than my parents.
Absolutely terrifying.
When I hit my goal weight I may just have to celebrate by buying awesome nerdy workout shirts.
Want the lumpy space princess!
me this semester. SOS

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((Why doesn’t this have more notes? The looks of all the different cultures is so beautiful.
this is correct
I AM ACTUALLY CRYING OVER THIS
So am I
and that’s why you don’t go around fixing people
and that’s why you don’t give up pieces of yourself to make someone else whole
We do this more than we think. Sometimes we reject those who have helped us the most. Other times, we help those who allow their egos to hide their humilities.
someONE FUCKING MAKE THAT TEDDY BEAR HAPPY BEFORE I CHOKE BECAUSE I HAVE TEARS BRIMMING MY EYES HELP ME