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• The day that forced me to become a thief.
  by Rhana Griffin

  I had fallen asleep on the lounge late, the television had lulled me with its nonsensical banter… A mother of a 3 year old and a young …

  I had fallen asleep on the lounge late, the television had lulled me with its nonsensical banter… A mother of a 3 year old and a young baby learns to grab her sleep when she can. When I awoke at about 1am in the morning, I was certain that I had woken midway through some big budget Hollywood disaster movie. I was confused by the news headlines scrolling across the bottom of the screen but simply assumed it was all a part of the storyline. Perhaps the main characters were a group of Lois and Clark-esque reporters who were witnessing the coupe of their news careers unfolding before their very eyes… And then a familiar face popped up on the screen… Not some fictional character being played by Tom Hanks or Geena Davis, but my very own local bigwig on the news scene. As my brain synapses started madly firing, trying to make a connection that I was fighting with every atom in my being, I distinctly remember the very moment my heart stopped… This wasn’t a late night Hollywood blockbuster… this was real. And it was happening right now. My heart started beating again… double time and skipping about like a rabbit on speed. The first tower had already been hit, and I was playing catchup… desperately trying to make sense of what was happening when right before my eyes I saw the second plane slam into its target. My tears came then, and they just kept on coming. My cries awoke hubby and he came running to see what had upset me so… He joined me in my vigil, and I took comfort in his presence even though no words were spoken betwen us. Somewhere in the small hours of the morning my baby awoke and I fed him on autopilot, then held him until the sun rose. All the time watching this heartbreaking disaster unfold half a world away. I have tried to raise my children the best way I know how. I strive to be honest in my answers to their questions even if they are sometimes a little curly. I will not lie to them, but try explain things to them in an age appropriate way. I have tried to teach them that everyone deserves a fair go, no matter if their skin is a different colour to ours, or if they wear strange clothes, or if they speak a little differently to us. It is what is on the inside that counts, and how that person treats his fellow man. “Mummy, why are you crying?” asked my three year old when he woke up the morning after the world went mad. “I’m crying because I have just watched a lot of people die in another country, and it has made me really sad.” “Was there a war Mummy?” “No honey, there wasnt a war” “Then how did they all die?” How? How do you explain something as horrific as this? And I did have to explain it… somehow… I knew that no matter how much I sheltered him (and really… would sheltering him completely from the atrocities of the world do him any favours in the long run? I dont believe it would) the events of 9/11 were so earthshattering that I knew he could not escape it completely. I tried to answer his question… as simply as I could. “Baby, some men crashed some aeroplanes into some buildings and they killed a lot of people.” “Thats a bad accident hey Mum?” my baby said to me. “Honey, it wasn’t an accident. They did it on purpose.” Confusion in his big brown eyes as he asks me in a tiny voice “But… why?” “Because sometimes people do really bad things to other people darlin, for things that they believe in… Its not nice, and it hurts so many people, but it happens.” And as he crawled into my lap and I wrapped my arms around him, I felt his tears mingle with my own and I knew that with those words I had been forced to steal something from this child of my heart that he should have been able to keep for at least a few more years… His innocence. September 11 – A Living Memorial Overcome – lyrics by Live. even now the world is bleedin’ but feelin’ just fine all numb / in our castle where we’re always free to choose never free enough / to find i wish somethin’ would break cuz we’re runnin’ out of time and i am overcome i am overcome holy water in my lungs i am overcome these women in the street pullin’ out their hair my master’s / in the yard givin’ light to the unaware this plastic little place / is just a step amongst the stairs and i am overcome i am overcome baby holy water in my lungs i am overcome so drive me out out to that open field turn the ignition off / and spin around your help is here but i’m parked in this open space / blockin’ the gates of love i am overcome i am overcome holy water in my lungs i am overcomed beautiful drowning this beautiful drowning this holy water / this holy water is in my lungs and i am overcome i am overcome i am overcome i am overcome

• Join the voice
  by Robin Fortin IPA

  I urge anyone who wants to protect children, anyone who thinks a childs innocence should be kept pure until they are themseleves ready to…

  I urge anyone who wants to protect children, anyone who thinks a childs innocence should be kept pure until they are themseleves ready to change that status, to go here with support for Suzanne German and add to the voice of a child Suzanne is one brave and strong woman – posting what she probably knows will bring about the ugly wrath of her opposers – yet she does this, and stands firm with the threats and idiocy being thrown at her for voicing her opinion – Why? For the good of children everywhere, thats why. I applaud her Thanks, / Robin To Quote just one thing that Suzanne says…. “When the voice of a child needs to be heard the loudest…when it is speechless not through choice but through innocence…when artistic intentions mask manipulation…because EVERY CHILD MATTERS!!!!”

• Innocent photographer or terrorist
  by Matt Sillence

  Just seen this in our BBC online bulletin. / Please read attached link and comment what you think. / Also please sign the petition thats on…

  Just seen this in our BBC online bulletin. / Please read attached link and comment what you think. / Also please sign the petition thats on the government website. The more the merrier. If we all are getting stopped for taking photos, what is the future in amateur photography. amateur photography dying Petition link p.s. just another incident reported. take a look. (I know its from flickr but its really disturbing though for us photographers Another incident reported UK photographers rights / A short guide to photographers rights in the UK

• Before my Possee sleeps... BUCHART, TERILEE,HELENE,TERRI,JOANNE,JUDI,ROSACOBOS,LIANNE,JANBEAR,BERNADETTE...
  by linaji

  This is an entry I wish to make for all those who touched me so deeply today. Butchart,, immediate response with such wise and wonderf…

  This is an entry I wish to make for all those who touched me so deeply today. Butchart,, immediate response with such wise and wonderful advice with that loving, ever Loveing…......b TeriLee.. Your gentle presence in my life here, oh how much I have felt with your Red Hair Goddess nature. This Mother earth and Goddess Moon.. always gives me succuor and strength and a few mighty laughs to pull through. Helene.. Your icon of strength, when I see that damn hot icon of yours.. I am reminded each time of your unremitting nature that ‘never gives up’ and sometimes the advice of..’don’t ‘give it up’.... too’..lol ! ASPECTS OF TERRI… so many aspects of Terri that fit perfectly each time I am feeling out of sorts and confused, your energy gives me a Boquet of Roses or Iris that make a smile appear…even when I am choosing to be anything but accepting.. Joanne…you are just genunine as gold. you shine here without complication you are a steady meter of appreciation for all of us and you simply Rock! Judi.. it is Judi whom I think sometimes I am living a parallel life with..seeing her words here and in others sites too bring me great, great joy. I feel a sisterhood and bond to you that keeps me strong. RosaCobos.. I confuse you with an Angel.., I swear, I was just thinking hey.. i never go to her site..is she on my watchlist… shit.. you are like an angel Rosa, Every word and feeling you give to each of my work and in a situation like today is from the mouth of my personal shining Guardian Angel.. Lianne.. Oh My.. Do you have an hour that I could not write more about my Sweet Heart You.. You are my mentor my steady rudder of love. Your work and your presence each time i post or write you a Bubble Mail is like my water here.. my goodness without which is an unthinkable thought! Jan Bear,, who I named so because the Bear is my totem, my guide in all things that are my creative force.. My Bear totem is spiritual medicine and your calm grace and your ways with symbols are like pure magic for me. Bernadette..your past is like a vision of hope as you revisit all of it.. you share how it is to have seen the terror and to become squandered by the terror and to transform it all into love, I am lucky that you are here to fly over my head like the butterfly as you have transformed..morphed… you give me vision. M Kumar Bellaniji.. you remind me of the spirit of the land that took me in and opened my heart.. much appreciation you here in my life. Your sense of humor and sometimes your over the top manner, only endears you to my heart Namasteji ToughCookie.. not so tough,, just strong and loving and wonderful to have in my life. You have been a sign of wonder for me here.. you are following your bliss..no exceptions.. what a light you are my friend… I adore you and honor your spirit. I want you all to know I had the iphone in the grocery store and when i saw most of your responses I just about scared everyone.. I let out a pretty big sob.. well I had been doing that right before I got in the store but … I left to dry and look and see.. my Posseee My Possee who is loving me now.. All of you are Jambu Puri.. All of you are his love.. All of you whom I have not named yet,,, are my light unto my own heart… WITH DEEP DEEP APPRECIATION FOR YOUR TIME AND YOUR WORDS OF SOOTHING COMFORT.. THANK YOU

• How the Bride of Innocence was conceived . . .
  by Jaeda DeWalt

  Why Red? / I love accenting images with Red because red is the color of pain, the color of love, of stolen innocence, it is the color th…

  Why Red? / I love accenting images with Red because red is the color of pain, the color of love, of stolen innocence, it is the color that flows during birth when a woman brings life into this world, it is often the color that flows out of us as we leave this earth. Today i am sharing part one of, “The Bride of Innocence”. The backgrounds you see are from the balcony pics i took during the daytime. WHAT THE LOSS OF INNOCENCE ISN’T My fellow creative Marny Barnes offered me some words that were powerful and rang true: I refuse to beleive that you don’t hold a peice of that innocene still…somewhere in all that torture you were strong enough to keep some of that innocence safe and just for you. AND I will tell you why I think that. YOU STILL see beauty all around you, / You bleed beauty and innocence out of all your work, / You touch the beauty in the torture and the pain and it grows roses…and color….and ART. If you had no innocence, you would not see the world and other peoples art with such wonder. I SEE INNOCENCE IN YOU. / YOUR HEART IS PURE AND BEAUTIFUL. YOUR ART IS BEAUTIFUL. / THE WORDS YOU LEAVE TO INSPIRE OTHERS / (ON YOUR OWN WORK…..AND THEIRS) IS BEAUTIFUL There is a mourning for the innocence i never got to have or experience as a child. / That is part of what makes incest and sexual abuse so painful. HOWEVER . . . / Marny brought to the light of my consciousness, something i failed to realize and address in my work . . . That my sweetness, my love, did not die when i was abused. It is still at my core and at my essence. My love of sweet joys remain, my softness, light, grace and hope. And these are aspects i will seek to express in my future survivor-orientated work. And i thank you Marny so much for bringing that to the surface of my consciousness. THE CONCEPTION / The Bride of Innocence (Jaeda as the Brides) was conceived back toward the end of May. That’s when construction workers put up scaffolding and started tearing down the supports on my 3rd story balcony and tarped it off. The construction guys worked a few days on my balcony, tearing stuff down, said something about needing to get permits – due to structural damage . . . and they haven’t been back since. So i decided i would get some pictures, now that my balcony is double long (they tore down the wall that separates my neighbor and me). Everything was bathed in a surreal blue light, from the tarp. The scaffolding was also double long and it looked like an endless hallway leading to the land of dreams, to heaven, anything your imagination can conjure up. The balcony itself looked very sad, broken and i kind of liked it’s decayed appeal and thought, at least i could use this to my advantage, creatively! So i went out on my balcony, during the day and night, and took lots of pictures. At night the tarped scaffolding resembled a boat marina or harbor at night. It looked so very different from, the hallway to heaven, of daylight. Previous to the balcony pictures, i had taken some studio pics of me in a makeshift bridal gown. I borrowed the bridal veil from my sister. Ripped the satin bottom off of an old nightgown for the top and used a sheer window treatment panel for the gown part/bottom because i don’t sew! LOL The bridal pictures i took of myself in the studio are what popped into my head as i was photographing the balcony and “The Bride of Innocence” was conceived. It is a slightly sad, disturbing series . . . but i wanted the next series i created to be along the lines of my Red Jane series. I felt like digging deep into all the little nooks and crannies of my soul and Spirit. All of those dark, repressed places that cry out to be acknowledged and expressed. partake and enjoy PEACE and LIGHT / j a e d a :) The Bride of Change The Bride of CHANGE / Peers through the isolating veil of pain and abuse – she is vulnerable / Her weakness is her strength because she OVERCOMES For she will no longer succumb to a tainted existence / Nor the toxic relationships, that leave dark stains on her soul / She knows . . .these ghosts of perversion and possession must go And the red of pain mixes with pink whispers of hope / She summoning the strength / To reach out, start anew and become WHOLE © Jaeda DeWalt listen to Jaeda recite The Bride of Change / —-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—- The Bride of Innocence Pretty in Pink / She softly mourns for the bride she never got to be / No pristine, white gown for this lovely lady / She will never be the Bride of INNOCENCE She does not seek what she can not be given . . . / For innocence is the one gift, / That once stolen, / Can never be replaced yet the loss is forgiven © Jaeda DeWalt listen to Jaeda recite The Bride of Innocence / —-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—- The Bride of Pain The Bride of PAIN is stuck inside / A blurry nightmare / As her subconscious rewinds her past / And plays it for her – over and over again . . . It is the kind of nightmare where / Violated flesh bleeds red / And the sound of innocence being stolen gets lost / Inside a hazy maze of surreal blue hues She falls to her knees in agony / She wants to find her way out of this repetitive dream / She knows to save herself / She must change the ending . . . © Jaeda DeWalt listen to Jaeda recite The Bride of Pain —-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-- CLOSE-UPS

• Sylvia Tax And the Lovely Eye and Heart
  by Amber Elizabeth Fromm

  Sylvia Tax Has Such A dear heart and always a kind suupporitve word along with such beautiful innocence of spirit and reflections in her …

  Sylvia Tax Has Such A dear heart and always a kind suupporitve word along with such beautiful innocence of spirit and reflections in her Art and here are our collaborations …She Is Wonderful / #1 TEARS I FEEL / / #2 MAGIC THE CHILDS EYE / THANK YOU FOR VIEWING HUGSSS FROM US

• Thought I might show some of my illustrations...
  by Melinda Kerr

  They’re under the name melpics…love some feedback! :-) / !http://www.redbubble.com/rbimages/works_work_main_view/gruff_floss.jpg?118:htt…

  They’re under the name melpics…love some feedback! :-) / / Check ‘em out here / Please :0) xxxxx

• MY FAVOURITES - "Cold Flower" by JayCougar
  by Adriana Glackin

  Cold Flower was the first image I “favourited”, I…

  Cold Flower was the first image I “favourited”, I really liked the image it conveyed whenever I looked at it, and as these first heady weeks of RB have passed and I’ve added more “favourites” it struck me that I’m also curious why people favourite the images they do. So, everytime I favourite an image, I’m going to blog the reasons why I chose the image. I’ve got a backlog to get through, but if it inspired others to buy the images, or to go out and snap more images, then that’s great too. “http://www.redbubble.com/people/jaycougar/art/57966-1-cold-flower” is where I saw Jay’s image of Cold Flower. So, here goes: “Cold Flower” reminds me of the may bush we had growing at the side of the house when I was little. It flowered in about September (not May as in the northern hemisphere) and as little kids we would wait until it was in full bloom then we would shake the branches and be rained upon by the millions of dainty white little petals. We would just be covered in them, and they would form a delicate white carpet on the mossy lawn. “Cold Flower” reminds of a time of innocence, there aren’t ever any worries when you’re a little kid, everything is safe and happy, and Jay’s treatment of it remnds just how long ago that period of time was, and the changes that time has brought. A wonderful mixture of happy memories, regrets, thoughts of what could have been – “Cold Flower” is a great memory maker for me. And there I am asking poor Jay whether it is may bush or not – it doesn’t matter to me, as the daintiness of the tiny petals is enough to transport me back to that innocent time. Phew – opend up there didn’t I…

• The Redbubble hamster is innocent........
  by Paul Gibbons

  I am concerned that the hamster which drives the redbubble wheel has had a little too much festive cheer. Today I opened my portfolio to …

  I am concerned that the hamster which drives the redbubble wheel has had a little too much festive cheer. Today I opened my portfolio to check on how many views my work has had on Christmas day, to my surprise my latest work Lancashire Sunset / has had 1819 views in 24 hours. Now I realise how magnificent a shot it is but I find it hard to believe that so many people have viewed it in such a short time. It could possibly be an employee of the England tourist board trying to put my image at the top of all the popular charts but I dont think they work Christmas Day, Boxing Day maybe when the holiday and furnature sales start in earnest but not Christmas day. I was led to believe that the more views / comments and favouritings a work gets the higher it goes up the popular list and this does seem to be true. So my shot should be on top of those lists if the figures are to be believed and it isn’t. My conclusion is that the poor hamster which treadles around keeping the redbubble machine purring has had its drinking water laced with the strong stuff (probably by some junior bubble employee at the annual Christmas party) and has stored his nuts somewhere in the workings and sent the bubble counter crazy. I would like to know if anybody else has noticed this phenomena or maybe it is just me, or perhaps the count is a true indication and the hamster is innocent.

• innocence project... maine
  by BFosterBFA

  Since the Innocence Project began many inmates, of course, have been jumping at the opportunity that DNA will set them free. / There is on…

  Since the Innocence Project began many inmates, of course, have been jumping at the opportunity that DNA will set them free. / There is one case, in particular, I am praying that will occur up here in Maine. It looks like, however, this man that is about my age – will spend the rest of his natural life in prison while a serial pedophile and murderer continues to go free b/c the DA’s office WILL NOT admit they are WRONG. Simply put, this man is an addict and was at the wrong place at the wrong time. There is ONE THING that could set him free. There was dna underneath the 12 yr old girls fingernails- presumably from the killer. At that time, there was no way to tell whose dna it was. NOW there is a viable suspect. This was on court tv, The Investigators a few times. The mans’ name is Dennis Duchaine. He’s been inside at least 18 yrs now. THere is little hope of him being set free because much of the evidence has been ‘misplaced’. The police and DA’s office are dodging questions and the REAL KILLER (I believe and so do many others) DOUG SENECAL – has moved to FLORIDA where he continues to do what he has done. The girl was babysitting for the first time and was told not to open the door for anyone she didn’t know. She knew Mr. Sencal b/c he was her best friends’ stepfather and had been up on charges of molesting his stepdaughter for which this young lady was to appear as a witness in court against him. Mr. Duchaine was in the woods doing drugs. He had lost his way back to his truck when police found him and he asked for their help. THey found his truck and he was told about the missing girl. He said they could keep his truck. NOTHING was found inside his truck to indicate she had been inside, no hairs, no fibers nothing. BUT, things were taken from the truck bed, scattered around the area where the young lady was babysitting. It was an obvious frame. Now the state is saying the skin underneath her fingernails has nothing to do with anything so even if they get mr. senecals dna and it matches with the dna under her fingernails. they will do nothing. I just sent out my first letter to Dennis tonight after finally receiving an email back from his attorney/supporter. What is there to do in prison but to read/draw/go to meetings/get mail etc.. I encourage anyone to read his story. I was incarcerated for a short period of time and mail was what kept me going. TO be in for life for something you didn’t do must be the worst. He had a chicken farm and he had to send out the chickens to have the killed b/c he coiuldn’t do it himself. ?? Here is the email I received. / If you are so inclined. I encourage anyone to read his transcripts and if you DO watch the investigators it will come around again… Peace URL: Email copy- got it today: / Betsy, I am so sorry that I did not respond to you right away. The / website/email provider made some changes a while back, and apparently I / / have had my email for this account misconfigured for a month or so! Yes, the whole situation is unbelieveable. I have known Dennis for / twenty years or so (since before this whole mess) and I still can’t / believe it. At this point all we can do is to make sure as many people as possible / know that there are LOTS of people who feel this way, and there really / are. Writing letters to newspapers (letters to the editor) any time / something comes up in the news either about Dennis or a case like his, / is one thing that is helpful. There are some more thoughts on what you can do here: / http://trialanderrordennis.org/youcan.shtml I am sure Dennis would be happy to hear from you, the address and rules / / about writing are here: / http://www.maine.gov/corrections/Facilities/msp/MSPMail.htm I don’t know that the state really has any interest in “making it / right.” As far as they are concerned they have the right man, and eve / if / they do not, the don’t seem to be able to admit that it might be a / mistake. Anything you can do is great! Donations are also good, even $10. / Information on that is here: / http://trialanderrordennis.org/fundraising.shtml Thanks for contacting us, and again, I am sorry it took me SO long to / respond. Steve Sandau Mail to: / prisoners name / (Dennis Duchaine) / Maine State Prison / 807 Cushing Road / Warren, ME 04864-4600 i know to send paper for drawing etc… is ok as long as it isn’t in spiral notebook / construction paper is NOT okay for some stupid reason. mechanical pencils no / i think they get pens and pencils to order on commissary so / if anyone is interested anyhow / even $5 on commisarry is a help… usually it has to be in a postal money order make sure if you do something like that to read the instructions but like they said, they are needing money for legal defense… damn … i hope this man has some semblance of a life / and i hope mr senacal gets what is coming to him too… peace / out / bets

• Innocence of Youth - A Poem
  by norgan

  The Innocence of youth / Wonder and Joy / Amazement at every corner / Life lessons learned / Future imagined / Love given / Love received… / ...

  The Innocence of youth / Wonder and Joy / Amazement at every corner / Life lessons learned / Future imagined / Love given / Love received… By Nathan Organ This was written to go with an image of my adorable nephew Jasper.

• innocence collection
  by Creations Aimelle

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  the original colors variation __ vous aimeriez une couleur qui n’est pas offerte ? faites m’en la demande en m’envoyant un courriel intitulé request à creationsaimelle@gmail.com / you would like a color not already offered ? simply send me the request at creationsaimelle@gmail.com with request in the subject field Aimelle~ Innocence © copyrighted | MCN: E00CB-A9004-16ABA

• Innocents
  by ariesscorpio4

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