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I will do my best to post 5 pictures for the next few days. I just counted I have at least 32 pictures and that's not counting baby piccies.
There will be repeated themes but hey I like to share...
So sad that summer is almost over.
See, Azrael is growing up just wonderfully. He is up to two pounds now!
This was taken at night. A bug zapper provided an ambient light.
Maple leaves at night by the light of tiki lamps.
Some side notes: I just wasted a few hour browsing Ebay. Sheesh. Also Savannah and I have discussed that we would like to begin vermiculture/vermicompsotinghttp://www.besmart.org/hazwaste/resident/leaves/vermicomposting.html. I've been researching how to set it up and grow my own mushrooms in the basement!!! Both being organic, helping the earth and composting all in one! We shall see how this goes if we decide to follow this through. I'm still researching.
Awoke early this morning 8am, early for me anyway, felt fine but went back to sleep until almost 11. I wish I'd stayed up. For whatever reason, when I awoke again my mind was racing, my nerves frayed, my hands shaking, I couldn't still them. It was like I'd drank the night before and I haven't had a drop in months. I tried to recall my dreams but couldn't, sometimes my dreams cause me to awaken with the feelings of the dream itself, the emotions, the situational nerve responses, you know what I mean. If you don't, well, for instance, the other night I had a coke dream, Brad Pitt and I were doing line after line, I have no idea where Angelina was (probably still in the hospital) and when I woke, I physically and mentally felt like I'd been doing lines of coke all night.
So that's how I felt this morning and didn't know why. I have been taking my meds, so I ruled that out, I've been clean since my little dalliance a couple weeks ago, so I ruled that out, everything's been fine at home, had a good weekend......was it the Monday blues? Who knows. Either way, I was about to call it a day and stay home from work and do nothing, I didn't want to leave the house. And though I knew I couldn't give in to such pressure, I didn't know what else to do.
So I sat outside in the sun and said a simple prayer. "Lord, whatever is going on, I can't handle it, but You can. I beg You to help me." That's about all I could get out, and even saying those words were tough enough. Like someone or something kept trying to cover my mouth.
I got my wits together and just did what I needed to do to get ready for work despite the feelings. The barrage of "what is this....." thoughts kept coming and coming, I moved ahead slowly, every effort a major task.......showering, shaving, dressing, getting my things together......I felt exhausted already and the work day was yet to begin.
Backpack over my shoulder, I grabbed my keys and headed for the SUV. Got in, got situated, put it in reverse backed out of the driveway, put it in drive...and WHAM!!!!!!
My hands stopped shaking. My heart slowed to a reasonable beat. My head felt clear as the blue sky above. I felt relaxed and at ease, patience in the seat beside me. And the whole day went like this. I was at ease at work, not rushing around, not skipping little things needing to be done I sometimes put off......I couldn't explain it.
But I know what it was. It was the Lord. He heard my simple prayer. Oh, He didn't come in like a flood and bumrush the crappy feelings right away, but He did it when He was ready, and it was the right timing. Maybe He was testing me, seeing if I'd trust and move ahead with my day, maybe not. How am I supposed to know? Who can know the mind of the Lord? But I KNOW it was Him.
I gave Him silent thanks and praise all throughout the day. At breaktime, when I usually join a few others on the back dock, I went out front and sat alone, meditating on what I consider a small miracle. I prayed, believed, and was answered. He knew I couldn't handle the day ahead of me, and He stepped in and handled it for me. There's no way I could have done it without His strength.
Oh, the one thing I did this morning I've waited to mention is I logged onto MS and read ellen622 blog entry. It blew me away, and since I didn't think of it (as we sometimes forget the Lord until a last resort) I realized I had Someone I could go to in my time of need, Someone who isn't just anyone, but the Lord of the Heavens and Earth. It was then I stepped outside and eked out my little prayer.
Thank you Ellen for sharing what must have been a difficult time, for opening yourself up to us and letting His light shine through.
See MSers? We never know who is going to be touched by our words. We also never know when or if the Lord will answer our prayers. But we'll never know either unless we open up and share what is on our hearts and minds.
In His name........Joseph
So, we will see where this goes and hopefully we can all enjoy. Take care.
Richard
Dixie currently feels:
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Today, my dad bought me a black ink cartridge for my printer.
Today, my mam bought me a tube of PVA glue for my Textiles coursework.
Today, my nana bought me a four-pack of Lovehearts candy.
Lovehearts are small fruit-flavoured candies that seem to melt in your mouth.
On each one, there's a message.
There used to be few messages in them, and you'd get the same message a few times in the same packet.
Between these four packets, I haven't had a single duplicate message. 
I think the American version of these sweets are called Sweethearts.
Lovehearts are made by Swizzels Matlow, if you were wondering.
A great sweet company - very high in sugar content.
I'm going to use them to send a message to my special friend, whom I love.
Emily:
"I love you." "Hold me." "Be happy."
"It's love." "Forever." "Trust me."
She wanted to finally see something when she looked at the canvas. Anything that she saw, she eagerly sketched and torrents of ideas and visuals filled her minds eye. When it came to just a simple stroke of the brush she was devastated. She looked again at the canvas and knew she was defeated.
Her studio had been finished for two days and she put off going there. He was giving her time and freedom, privacy, and instead, she held closer to him. She felt confused and independent, confident and insecure and couldn't decide what it was she wanted. She knew what she wanted. But 'what if'? She dropped her robe and curled up nude next to him on the couch wanting him to just fuck her or demand something of her. That would give her a starting point and something to do. He rolled over on her and fucked her until her cunt was a part of him and she craved the warmth of the sting of sweet sinful pain. She came once and he filled her, then gave her a splif and wine and fucked her again. She relished the soreness and thought of bringing their toys to him and demanding he beat some sense into her.
He'd begun controlling her more and she threw herself to it. There was security when she was on her leash, there was sex and anonymity, then he'd find her hiding within the sensation of fucking, provide the sensations that she floated on and would not let her be anonymous. He'd feed her each bite that sustained her, bathed her and wrapped her warm. She was an object, his woman, his cunt, his protector, his best friend. He isolated himself with her, his pet.
He noticed she was staring at him.
"My Pet" He smiled and pulled her harshly toward him. "I must beat you more. I think I am spoiling you too much". He rolled another splif for her and handed it to her as she poured more wine and spread her legs.
"Yes... much more. I want ... so much more... lets . . . "
"Tell me about your studio"
"What?"
"Tell me about your studio"
She was silent and cuddled close to him and concentrated on the splif and poured more wine. He held her and kissed her neck and smiled.
She woke up in the early morning, wrapped herself in his robe and sat staring at the canvas in her studio unable to move. The light changed and she cried and instead of thinking about a subject, all she could think about was herself, how she could just fuck and not face the world. Staring at the canvas she saw the world and the life she left and she wanted to retreat back to being his property and being told what to do.
"This is the only part about artists that I can imagine" He came silently behind her and offered her coffee in a bowl, French style, and hot bruschetta. She raised her arms for him to take her and instead he knelt in front of her, holding the coffee and bread. She took the food and he placed his head in her lap, kissed the inside of her knees and she lost what grip she had.
She wanted to give in and have him take her from here. She wanted to be told what to do next, or expose her cunt to him, suck his cock, fuck him . . .
"My Love" He stood and kissed her briefly and then stood back away from her. "You have not found your subject, you're confused. I understand that much. But I cannot possibly give you advice or a foolish opinion. Like your privacy it is something only you may share with me, and this is something that separates us.
This is something you own I cannot control or influence. You will find your subject and then another and another. The one thing that you can give to me other than your body and obedience, is the way you see things."
She sat in silence and felt empty and separated from him. She wanted to kiss him, have him hold her or spread her legs. She could not respond and thought if she submitted herself the response would be relieved and he'd simply fuck her. He seemed to be a stranger, a distant friend from the past and she hated feeling adrift. She could not reconnect him and she didn't know what to do, she didn't know what was expected of her, and cried.
"I am yours as I own you" He reached and put her collar on her and kissed her neck. "Look again at the canvas and own it. You are its master and perhaps you will confide it's secrets to me." She put her hand to her collar and relaxed and felt the absence of the warmth that was him to her. He lay on the chase she had nearby and she sipped her coffee and obeyed, staring again at the canvas and floated on memories of pain and pleasure and mindless fucking and sweet sweet isolation. She remembered how he found her and bought her, she remembered how he demanded she focused on him when they fucked and she thought and shuddered at the times he released her then fucked her over and over exposing his heart.
He was sleeping deeply and she finished the first confident strokes of the new canvas as she stripped and curled under him and woke him by stroking his cock.
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