“If I do not want what you want, please try not to tell me that my want is wrong. Or if I believe other than you, at least pause befor…
“If I do not want what you want, please try not to tell me that my want is wrong. Or if I believe other than you, at least pause before you correct my view. Or if my emotion is less than yours, or more, given the same circumstances, try not to ask me to feel more strongly or weakly. Or yet if I act, or fail to act, in the manner of your design, for action, let me be. I do not, for the moment at least, ask you to understand me. That will come only when you are willing to give up changing me into a copy of you.” “Well, everybody’s different and everybody’s OK in their style as is. Let’s face it, most of us are strangers to each other. I have my desires, and you have yours. You keep yours and I’ll keep mine because what each of us wants is good. What’s more, you have your talent and I have mine and I can admire you for yours. I hope you will reciprocate. ... Well stranger, there isn’t any way you can really understand me, but if you stop trying to change me to look like you, you might come to appreciate me. I’ll settle for that. How about you?” from Please Understand Me by David Kiersey and Marilyn Bates
I met a guy taking pictures with two very beautiful leicas in the botanical garden yesterday. I told him about RB, and he asked whether t…
I met a guy taking pictures with two very beautiful leicas in the botanical garden yesterday. I told him about RB, and he asked whether the feedback you got on here was soft (in words I can’t quite remember). It got me thinking a bit. How “nice” should we be? Is the purpose of this website purely to help us feel good about our photography? I know I love getting affirmation. But is this by itself a good thing, if we aren’t learning anything new we didn’t already know. Another thing… I tend to comment on the photos I like… I think most people do… what about the photos that we don’t like, but we can see what is trying to come out of the photos. I guess this is a bit self-reflexive. But… just some thoughts
Here I sit… in quiet contemplation. Something truly profound has happened to me; I know not what! No matter how much I want to or tr…
Here I sit… in quiet contemplation. Something truly profound has happened to me; I know not what! No matter how much I want to or try to understand or explain this ‘thing’; I cannot. This ‘thing’, whatever it is, has over the last couple of months, grown from within me and has now spread out… enveloping me in its’ warm glow. It has given me a gift so rare, delicate and beautiful. I cannot say for sure, what this ‘thing’ is because it is so great… it can never be understood or explained to the degree in which it should. It can only be felt! Here I sit… in quiet contemplation. In awe. Breathing slowly, deeply… in and out, out and in. Listening to this silence that surrounds me with waves of peaceful tranquillity washing over me; embracing and comforting me. Waves which gently rock me; lulling me into a kind of rest the likes of which I have never known. I feel as though I have been lifted up high and now float. I am awake living a dream. I feel the way I do when I dream of flying. I feel as if I’m drifting away as a feather would on a cool, gentle summer breeze. Here I sit, feeling something unknown and indescribable take a hold of me. Feeling nothing and everything all in the same moment. Feeling comfortably numb. Relishing it. Revelling in this quiet, restful silence. This sense of complete and utter peace. Tranquil harmony. Time passes by ever so slowly, it feels as if it stands still; waiting, waiting for something and too for nothing. Time doesn’t matter. It is not important. It passes by without me even knowing it. It is hours, since first, I started writing this. Maybe it has been weeks, months, maybe even years? I do not know… nor do I care. I am content with the ‘here and now’… living in this one little moment in time. I cannot call this thing ‘love’ because it is something far greater; above and beyond that. Love is such a puny, inadequate word to use when trying to describe this feeling. I do not know why I am sitting here… writing this? It makes no sense to me and yet all in the same breath, I say it does. How can this be? How can I feel this? What is it, this ‘thing’ that has taken such a firm, warm grasp of me? Why now? Why do I sit here… in quiet contemplation, writing these things… filling this space with these somewhat nonsensical thoughts? Why do I ask questions, for which, I need no answers? It does not matter because I sit here… with this peaceful quiet enfolding and gently rocking me. For the first time in my life I feel no anger, resentment, disappointment, rejection, hurt or pain… I am ‘empty’ of all those things. I feel only this ‘thing’. It is liberating! Here I sit, alone, in this semi-conscience state, with the words of the songs I listen to running through my head, not really hearing them. I sit here crying. Shedding tears of neither joy nor of pain. Shedding tears, for reasons I can’t explain. I will never stop; not because I can’t but because I don’t want to! I feel so ‘full’, so ‘alive’. Maybe this is why I cry? I cry because I feel something I have only ever imagined. Something far greater than I could have ever imagined has, after all this time has passed, filled ‘my vase’ till it spilleth over in a never-ending stream! For the first time in my life … I feel I am whole. I am free. I need not continue searching because I have found all I have ever been looking for… I have found me! This feeling is one that I want to stay with me for all eternity! I was rushing, when you rushed in. / You made me stop for just a second; / Take a deep breath in. / You made me look about me, / And too… within. / You helped open my eyes, / You made me see me, / In all my glorious, rare, somewhat ‘cracked’ beauty! / You made me see all I can be! / I sit here, feeling, crying unashamedly. / Because of you and this beautiful gift you have given me. I sit here… Breathing slowly, deeply… in and out, out and in. Living in this moment of tranquil harmony. Comfortably numb. At Peace. Finally free.
I have a huge swelling feeling growing in the back of my head, reaching forward in grasping fibrillated and soggy claws. I know this feel…
I have a huge swelling feeling growing in the back of my head, reaching forward in grasping fibrillated and soggy claws. I know this feeling, frenetic as it is, coiled and sprung and filled up with sand. It is MANIA jumpstarting my head and collapsing into itself like a singularity or a sandcastle or a limestone blow hole. I love it and cherish it at the same time as despising it and feeding it my wants and desires and lust to make it bigger and nastier and more of itself as it swells. / There is nothing to it but what I have invented and scoured from the crusty sides of my eyes but it exists with strength and yes futility that I can not help and can almost touch. I AM filled up with it though in twitchy and hyper accelerated mannerisms and cigarettes smoked too fast with dark music always always in the background. / And I’m so tired fucking sick of it wish it would go the fuck away out like I always dreamed of being able to control it and switch it on to the times when it’s wanted and fun for one and all. Wish I could eat but can’t huh that’s prey for my meat than the other way around, and it hurts me just to keep breathing sometimes when it’s sharp and red so red like a blow to the head huh. / Oh yeah ah huh right now for fuck’s sake. I must say this I have to spit it out though I don’t know that I really want to see it all laid open like a finger on a slide. / I was committed first time in – voluntarily no I sure didn’t want to go there. I asked the psychiatrist filling in forms if she wanted to have sex with me and took off my shirt and lay on her desk and told her secret things about the stars. I couldn’t accept it because I believed that I was smarter than the people who committed me, and I still fucking do. I did put blades in my arms and I did want to die far more than I wanted to live I did cut In school when I was twelve years old I sat in class and cut my fingers with a pocket knife. “Paul, what are you doing?” / “Is this some kind of fucking trick question?” / These things are real, they exist in my messed up and inaccurate memory but they ARE still there. / And for a moment a singular pervasive short-lived killing moment memory floods every sensation that I have. Twitch lurches across my face like a wire hook. Brilliant so bright but hard to see. I remember I do some weird party no idea how I got there kissing and groping some old woman while huge old men did lines and watched me with ugly wasted eyes. Running thru the forest afterwards blood streaming down my face didn’t know where I was how I got there it was the middle of fucking nowhere and it sure felt like the end. Beaten to a pulp but wild with energy and painting my face with fingers full of blood I felt like I had slid into a Bosch painting. I remember my face swelling I think some guy had hit me with a BAT. They stamped on my head while I lay in the road and fractured my eye orbits apart from other things I had deep black under my eyes for a YEAR. / And I stood in the trees in the woods spinning around and around and laughing before I sat quietly by myself found my knife tried to write my name in my arm with cuts. Woke up in the dark with ANTS in my wounds everywhere my face swollen up like a sick balloon. No idea where I was; none. Started running and kept running. Memory fades in haze. A few days in hospital the normal kind I walked to the bottle shop every day with IV shit sticking out of my arm. / I remember oh yes different time (time is a sickness) I woke at the beach some kids standing over me saying LOOK AT ALL HIS CUTS before I pushed them away and vomited into the sand. / Found some girl some night and tried to show her I could draw by smashing a bottle and carving a face, my face, into a table in a café. I put a beard on it and it looked like Jesus and I fucking laughed so hard and laughed and laughed. / I stood in the street and hit the wall with my hand until I could actually feel it; I think I broke my wrist not sure it stopped me from being able to play guitar without being drunk for a long time and of course drunk, drunk, drunk I was most of the time anyway. / Ah yes oh, helpful POLIcemen to whom I would not give my name; I told them I was Zarathustra a Nietzschean reference I don’t think he GOT. They chased me down the street and I couldn’t stop laughing until they all crashed me to the ground and I punched one with my broken bleeding hand and spent some time screaming in a cell and throwing myself at the walls. / They let me go somehow and at court I got to plead INSANITY which I also thought was pretty fucking funny or rather do now as I could not raise rage from my heart, black blackest humour finally swamped by massive doses of anti-psychotics / Broke my guitar and held it like a baby in the street for hours and wept and wept and wept. / So many girls I could never EVER remember they were going to rescue me each one – had all my catch phrases worked out “wake me when the war is over” and something about drowning men and a head full of Shakespeare quotes. I couldn’t believe they worked every time but OH YES THEY DID. Sometimes I could not make love to them I was too drunk I think who knows more ritual phrases morning ones were “where am I?” followed by “who are you?” (Insert snarl/grin/panic.) on my web page this is all continued… i shall also add more
Praise to the women on my journey / who showed me the ways to go and the ways not to go. / Whose strength and compassion held up a torch o…
Praise to the women on my journey / who showed me the ways to go and the ways not to go. / Whose strength and compassion held up a torch of light / and beckoned me to follow. / Who showed me how to live and how not to live. / Who showed me what I am and what I am not. / Whose love, encouragement and / confidence held me tenderly / and nudged me gently. / To the women on my journey / who taught me love / by means of both darkness and light, / to these women I say bless you and / thank you from the depths of my heart… / For I have been healed and / set free through your joy / and your understanding. / ______ This has been something written in my journal for years. Something I have taken strength from, something I have respected and something I have looked up to. The women in my life have been diverse, to say the least …yet they have each taught me something.
My response to ’ What Has Redbubble Done for You?...
My response to ’ What Has Redbubble Done for You? ’. It didn’t take me long to type this out, but I took a bit longer to sort out the words into a readable format. Redbubble has … 1. Allowed me to to read and write constructive articles of personal interest … specifically DPI and copyright legislation 2. Made me rethink my future, abilities, desires and career. 3. Has introduced me to the most amazing photographers around the world, a lot of whom are in my locality! 4. Made me learn / ... .... about the features of my DSLR, / ... ... how to utilise multimedia to fix and alter images, / ... ... more about the style of photography I truly prefer, / ... ... about finances and running a small business. / ... ... how to find and make customers in the REAL world. 5. Been my addiction since April 2007, and I don’t see myself leaving anytime soon. 6. Has made me realise that not every image needs a critical or complimentary comment. I’ve learnt that I am number one , I need to care more about the way I present myself, and that my clientèle deserve that respect when I am putting my name against both my own and other people’s work. / All artwork is copyright© to Stephen Mitchell, All Rights Reserved. / You may not use, replicate, manipulate, redistribute, or modify this image without my express consent.
I’ve been missing replying to your visits & comments made in what I feel is timely manner and it’s making me just a tad crazy. There…
I’ve been missing replying to your visits & comments made in what I feel is timely manner and it’s making me just a tad crazy. There are so many things I want to do ~ and only a limited amount of time ~ so I’m first asking for understanding ~ if I don’t reply to your kind comments it cuz I’m working on work (my day job) or working on my passion ~ which is the photos and verse you’ll be seeing. And attending to whatever else my family and life has going on! / In conclusion, something’s gotta give :) -I so appreciate all your reviews & kind comments ~ which is an important source of inspiration for me & I promise to read every one. And whenever possible, I will reply or even better, will respond in kind by taking a look at yours ~ which is also so inspiring for me. See the full circle here? :) I hope you all understand ~ and I’m feeling I’m not alone here ~ and this will allow for me to use my creative time spent more on creating and inspiring my work with yours! Just felt I need to express & trust those of you who know me and my art & heart will understand . With much love & gratitude, / Linda xxx
Digital Abstracts and Patterns has featured Understanding!http://images-0.redbubble…
Digital Abstracts and Patterns has featured Understanding / on their Home Page! thank you.
I have reached an understanding in my life and in lifes walk to be compassionate accepting and tolerant… How can I have expectations of…
I have reached an understanding in my life and in lifes walk to be compassionate accepting and tolerant… How can I have expectations of such wonderful things if I can not walk in this myself exhibit example I truly believe to be in harmony in our world these are practices that must be met ..Imperfect yes Flawed yes but to look at my spirit my action of each day to strive for inner peace and improvement in our world is the most compassionate we can be:) My strongest character defect impatience and worst impulse reactionary fear / for I am still working on patience and it alludes me / Please share your thoughts wpuld like to hear new points of view and seeking different perceptions and ideas:)
To who ever has purchased a canvas print of “Understanding and Need” a heartfelt thank you. It is a very personal piece and comes from go…
To who ever has purchased a canvas print of “Understanding and Need” a heartfelt thank you. It is a very personal piece and comes from good place in my heart. Enjoy. here
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AAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! OK I FEEL BETTER NOW…...I THINK!!!!!!!!!! I’M SOOOOO FRUSTRATED I JUST CAN’T GET TO WHERE I NEED TO GO!!!!!!!! Thanks just needed to tell someone and vent my anguish….....deep breath…....you can just ignore me now, i’m just quietly losing it…......no don’t , i just want someone to understand!!
I know this happens to everybody, right ? you start to be so in love with everyones photos, my own seem drab, uninteresting, no charm,...
I know this happens to everybody, right ? you start to be so in love with everyones photos, my own seem drab, uninteresting, no charm, no vivacity, no surprises.. / but!.. of course, I have seen mine so many times :) lol. aaaaaaaaah.. Im just mulling away.. I went to an outdoor church the other day , and think I might return. it is catered to the homeless, and thats where my heart is, .. Ive been almost there.. this church is located by the downtown bridge and the river, and has a barbecue grill going on, and a cooler filled with water.. / the music just is happening gently , and the preaching is tender and to the point. There are worship flags and tambourines that anybody could use .. the children use these allot , and dance right there with the flags.. I was wondering if any body would like to see some photos of what is happening. I might make a calendar of this wonderful happening.. I would love to know your opinion. ??? I used to be able to write alot, and now my memory is fading away. Life can be scary when this happens. here I am with blue eyes:) Something I dont have. but thought it appropriate.for this journal entry. .
Well, have I had a good day…yes….I always do. Why? Because I don’t allow myself to get into the shit of this worlds illusions. What do…
Well, have I had a good day…yes….I always do. Why? Because I don’t allow myself to get into the shit of this worlds illusions. What do I mean by that….Well, I live my life as I see it to be…I don’t bow down to traditions and what it supposes to be the right way to life. Who says others ways are right? Well, the ones that are saying it. The only right way of life for me…is the way God gives me my life from moment to moment. Excuse me, my cat Monet is sitting here looking at me longingly…he wants a pat…be back in a minute…I had to give him a cuddle and a kiss on the head because after all…he is the one and only being with me at present. He appreciated it…he gave me a little nip back in his appreciation…and I love that …because, to me, it says…he understood my being there for him at that moment in time. Well tonight, Christmas Eve 2008 was very much fun and interesting…I went to have dinner at a local pub (hotel/public house…oh for heaven’s sake…a place where you can get plastered if you so please) with my neighbour. We had a good night…met some lovely people, had some laughs and all in all had a very good night. Excuse me, Monet’s making noises….ah….now happy…he has left the room pleased that I paid him a little attention…that’s all that most animals ask…a little attention…and they repay you for that a million times over with their loyalty. Well, once we got home…my neighbour into her flat…me into mine…I was sitting here…checking out the Redbubble as usual when noises came from below my balcony. Now, not one to ignore such noises…I went to investigate…and found two brothers and various cousins down below…having a bit of an ego battle of the wits…yep, one was going off at the other…I stood and witnessed this ridiculousness for all of about 5 seconds before yelling out “for heavens sake takes your ego battles elsewhere…this is Christmas night and who the hell needs to listen to you lot going off about yourselves” ….ah bliss, all went silent…for about 2 seconds…then they all started coming up under my balcony apologizing to me for disrupting the airwaves…and so they should…but at that moment I realized my words had gotten through…they saw themselves…they weren’t annoyed, or angry, with each other…they were annoyed at themselves for their limited views of their own being. They were just taking it out on each other. You know, I have watched, and I mean watched, this world for the past 50 odd years and it never ceases to amaze me that people take out their own instinctual analyses of themselves as being that of another in their path. I have learnt we can only truly know ourselves….we can never truly know another….no matter how much we think we do…we can’t. We can fool ourselves into believing we know another but really all we truly know is what is presented to us and that my friends…is our self…from within to the without. We can judge others to be as we believe them to be…but when we really look within ourselves what we are seeing is a part of ourselves that we don’t want to admit to actually being a part of our self. We mirror what we see of our self onto others as our own weakness of being…and that weakness is so poor that we don’t want to blame ourselves and therefore we put that blame upon another…a great weakness…not a strength. Sad isn’t it…but oh so very true. Can you honestly say that you know someone when you don’t live within their body…when you don’t have their experiences…or their emotions. No. No one can honestly say yes they do….for if they did they would be lying to themselves first and foremost. We can only ever know…our self…and even that can take decades, centuries and eons to come to know. Well…to me, this Christmas Eve was a good outcome…the brothers all shook hands, I got a few kisses on the cheek after I went downstairs to check they were all okay…and the cousins left for their homes plus the police were happy that it was all settled amicably with each agreeing no one was to blame. It was a good outcome on this Christmas Eve for all. These young men went off with a new enlightenment tonight of themselves…and hopefully they will remember that gift for times to come and pass that gift onto others that are in their lives and who they comes across in their lives…and it will make them happy to know they have helped someone in their path of life. I hope yours has been as good and awakened as mine has been. God Bless you all and have a very Merry Christmas Love…which comes with peace…to you all CJ
Great things happen here when I feel a need.. or a scratch that I desire to be attended to.. what love I receive!! / *NOTHING THAT A HEALT…
Great things happen here when I feel a need.. or a scratch that I desire to be attended to.. what love I receive!! / NOTHING THAT A HEALTHY COLLAB WON’T FIX!!!! I asked a few of my dear Artist friends to write for this Piece.. / Fault Lines / HONORED.. HERE ARE THREE WHO CAME TO MY SIDE AND GAVE WHOLEHEARTEDLY THANK YOU. FIRST THIS IS A MAN WHO I JUST DISCOVERED… UFOSLSEE HIS WORK IS LIKE A SURGEONS KNIFE.. HE CUTS RIGHT INTO THE SUBJECT MATTER WITH SUCH PRESCISION AND CLARITY.. I AM ALWAYS SATISFIED. SOME OF HIS WORK IS QUITE AMUSING TOO.. HERE IS HIS COLLAB WITH ME ON FAULT LINES / PLEASE VIEW AT HIS SITE..XOX NEXT BLESSED BY BROTHER TONY …ANTHONY PLASTINO WHO REALLY TOOK ANOTHER DIRECTION…. / HERE IS HIS COLLAB WITH ME ON FAULT LINES / PLEASE VIEW HIS SITE AND MY RUNNIN PARTNER WHO RALLIED IN THE FORFRONT.. THANK YOU SISTA TERILEE / HERE IS OUR COLLAB ON FAULT LINES
Firstly, let me introduce myself. I am a 56 year young woman who lives purely by the experiences that I bring into this life, and likes …
Firstly, let me introduce myself. I am a 56 year young woman who lives purely by the experiences that I bring into this life, and likes to write about what I not only observe but also learn from those experiences in writings such as this one. I have been through some amazingly wonderful experiences and I have been through some hellish ones and as such I have learnt a lot by those experiences. I know depression only too well as well as how feeling, or being, alone can brings ‘things’ to the surface of consciousness. And thanks to God, I know the meaning of understanding Love, not only towards others but also towards my self in the form of self-respect and as a result of that, self-esteem. My ‘insight’ into depression has stemmed from many things in my life. The ‘enforced’ feelings of abandonment as a child which were suppressed and which later surfaced at a time those feelings were meant too. The ‘enforced’ feelings of being violently threatened by a husband who had a penchant for living with a fireman’s axe under our bed for 22 months and telling me he could chop me up into pieces and get away with it with the use of a certain British Law in force at that time and who also brought a gun into our apartment when living in the USA trying to use the same force to gain manipulation and control over me along with the same excuse of being able to get away with it under the same Law which was also in force in America. Along with that also came the ‘enforced’ feelings of betrayal I felt by that loved ones use of adultery, alcoholism and drug abuse both self-inflicted drug abuse, in his case, anything that got him away from his believed problems and psychiatric drugs given to him by doctors & psychiatrists. I did leave him a number of times. I am not a complete idiot but I also forgave him as many times realising his tactics where games of manipulation bought on by his own problems of which he alone has still yet to face. His main problem was that he was a spoilt child. Not spoilt in the meaning of being given whatever he wanted as a child but spoilt in the fact that both his folks worked not that his mother had to but because she liked the social aspect of working. She didn’t want the responsibility of being a mother even though she wanted children. That decision made him feel abandoned as a child, made him feel unloved, made him feel unnoticed and due to the lack of parental guidance gave him no lessons in self-discipline. Spare the rod and spoil the child. An old biblical saying that I believe a lot take as meaning: spoil the child; buy them anything they want, take them anywhere they want, let them do anything they want. To me, it doesn’t mean that at all. To me, that saying means if you spare the rod (discipline – as it means in theological language; not a stick to hit them with) then you do spoil (mar) the child, as you don’t teach them with guidance using self-discipline as the lesson thereby spoiling their chance of having a good life with understanding the benefits of self-discipline. I say ‘enforced’ feelings about the above incidences as, to me, they seemed to be the feelings others were trying to inflict upon me and indeed did at some points of my life when I was led into a very confusing period for 28 years living with an alcoholic adulterer who I loved dearly and don’t to this day regret knowing as I did certainly learn a lot from that wonderful character. I had a lot of experiences with my now ex-husband including the possibility that I have children with him. I say the possibility as it is a situation that included surrogate mothers to carry my fertilised eggs to birth upon which he then had full control over the children. I have never met them but I have been advised that they exist on many occasions when my ex-husband wanted total control over a situation. He use to say something about these “supposed children” but then later he would deny saying anything at all about them telling me I was mad for even thinking there were any children. Regardless of the fact he rang my father from the USA, where he was apparently at that stage living during a hiatus in our relationship, approximately10months after I had an operation where they used an IVF egg pick-up instrument during the operation, and advised my father that he had just become the father of a daughter. My father rang me straight away to tell me about the call he had received from Los Angeles advising me what was said during their conversation and telling me that it was about time I found out what was going on in my life and then promptly hung up on me. It seems neither of them wanted to actually tell me. I had noticed the instruments sitting on the tray that was wheeled over beside me before the anaesthetist administered the drug to put me under. And, I was also shown a photograph of a young pregnant woman who my husband told me had carried his baby. Of course, he has denied telling me anything of the sort and denied showing me the photograph of the young woman adding that I am mad to think anything like that had gone on but of course, when he is drunk I hear the stories of it all over again including a time when we got back together again in Sydney and were sitting in a coffee shop talking about reconciliation for about the eighth time and he asked me how I would feel about being the mother to, at that stage, two young children of which he was the biological father. When I asked where their mother was he advised me they had surrogate mothers. My husband had a saying that he use to say to me often which was ‘with enough money you can buy anyone or anything’. As far as I knew he was not that rich since I was the one working to pay for our living costs whenever we were together so this was another mystery to me about this stranger that I had allowed myself to marry as I wondered where he got the money from to pay the surrogate mothers of these two small children. Of course a few months later when we had reconciliated the children never materialised and he as usual denied ever saying anything of the sort. Yes, he tried to be a complete dominator using manipulation tactics over me. However, I am not that easy to dominate or manipulate being that I was born believing to be an individual with independence although retaining the knowledge that we are all interdependent and I have been that way all of my life. I also had a good teacher. My mother was also a dominator who tired to use manipulative tactics from which I took very good observance of watching her tricks to try to dominate others. I personally ignored my mother when she tried to dominate me on the advice of my father which of course would annoy her but that was not my problem. My mother had the problem, as I believe it is truly wrong to try to have domination over another for any reason whatsoever. And to also use the force of manipulation for domination is nothing short of mental illness. After all, God gave everyone freedom of choice. I will say that I went through a heck of a lot of confusion with my ex-husband. Oh and let’s not forget the violent rape I endured as a 16 year old virgin along with being sacked from 5 different jobs in the business world over a period of years including one time when I was in hospital and during a hiatus between operations laying in my hospital bed when the news of that sacking took place. Must not forget the 11 operations I have had to endure mainly of ‘woman’s’ problems no doubt created by the rape from the age of 18 up and through the use of the Copper 7 IUD contraceptive device all of which rendered my memories in a haze for 11 years which is why I now prefer to stick to my own path in life without doctors and operations and continue with my art instead of working for a business corporation. And to top it of, the death of both my parents followed a brother who stated to me after our mother’s death that he never wanted a sister, never considered he had ever had one and did not want one now although I already knew that due to his treatment of me all throughout my young life as his sister but that’s his problem as I have never said I didn’t want a brother, so I still send him cards on special occasions. The above are some of the experiences I have had to endure in my life and through those experiences I have learnt a lot about the state of depression but through it all I have never allowed myself to fall into such weakness of character that I allowed myself to become a victim to anti-depressant drugs or any other substance that was not natural to the physical body and good mental health. I dealt with the pain of it all my own way and with the help of my strong faith and belief in God. And, from what I had gone through in many different ways I had every right to suffer the inflictions of both deep depression and confusion and I learnt a lot from those experiences. What I have learnt may help to turn a lot of people around in their view of life. I can only hope and pray for that to be as a helping hand to my fellow brothers and sisters in this world. God said to Lot’s wife “Do not look back or you shall surely turn to a pillar of salt and blow away”. There is a very good message in that statement for people to learn. The message pertains to depression. You see, when Lot’s wife looked back she cried at leaving her past behind and died from her heartbreak. The ‘pillar of salt’ means the tears we cry and to ‘blow away’ means to die as in we don’t stay in the present moment and even though it means that a ‘change’ of life is on the horizon that may create ‘fear’ in some people so they don’t want to change. The truth is if we don’t go with the ‘change’ we lose our way on the pathway of life and that helps to result in more depression. I have every reason for a deep great depression but I no longer allow myself the pity party. When we reflect back on the ‘bad things’ that have happened in our life along our pathway to the now, where we are in life at the present time, we can fall into a ‘depressive state’. Some people sit and stare into nowhere, some cry at lot. I was more of a crier until I realised all I was doing by crying was creating wrinkles and sometimes hyperventilating which was frightening in itself so I stopped crying and started learning from the experiences that I had gone through in my life. I started asking God why, what was I to learn from those experiences but I didn’t ask out loud while kneeling I quietly asked from within myself and connected to that higher energy force from my heart with great yearning to know why I had been subjected to such a mess of a life. What I learnt was that a lot of control dramas happen to people and that we are not always aware of them. For example: parents who have criticized, intimidated, interrogated or whatever and made their child feel ‘aloof’ and as a result the child has cut themselves off from other people due to feeling they may get criticized or interrogated for their actions or words by others, or when they look back at life at what so far has happened in their life the ‘poor me’ syndrome gets acted out. The ‘oh, why did it happen to me’ or ‘if only my mother/father had treated me better’ types. At the time of such things being said or done the child doesn’t necessarily think that but the memories of those actions, those words, get lodged into the child’s sub-conscious memory and comes to the surface later in life where the ego takes it on and starts to eat away at the now adult due to the child within that is still feeling hurt by those past actions of treatment. Oh I’ve been there and done that too but I didn’t get any answers from the ‘oh, why did it happen to me’ scenarios. It wasn’t until I stopped feeling sorry for myself that the answers started to come and by then I was strong enough without falling to pieces and wise enough to sit quietly and listen without judgement or trying to fight for my own opinion of the whys and wherefores. I learnt to listen silently and learnt in the interim of doing so the meaning of the saying: silence is golden, as it certainly is when the answers come with reasoning and understanding – enlightenment. Depression is a form of keeping oneself de-pressed. Keeping oneself ‘down’ as one may have a ‘fear’ about moving out of their comfort zone of which is all they have known in their life no matter how bad those past experiences may have been. Unfortunately by keeping themselves ‘down’ people don’t evolve as they get stuck in a rut of what becomes their nothingness. Their own living hell where it all just keeps going around and around until they learn they have to let it all go and forgive and forget and move on along their pathway of life as they don’t need to keep living the nightmare that they have set up for themselves through their own self-indulgent mourning for their past. Or, they can keep sitting in their memories of past wrongs and keep the depression festering away at themselves, which is what the ego loves to do as it then has control over the person instead of the person having control over it. Yes, that old devil within, the ego gets us into more trouble then we bother to even realise. Forgiving and forgetting is needed to get over blocks in life. We also have to learn to ask for guidance of what we were to learn from those experiences. It is a new step to getting to know one’s self and connecting to a greater force from within – the greater divine spirit of life. Meditation in a park like setting is a good place to start as nature exchanges energy with / humans. It is a source of a far stronger divine universal energy and helps to lift people’s spirit to where they should be in life. Meditation also teaches people to connect to their inner spirit for guidance as we all have the answers for ourself within ourself. Control dramas are something that was set up within people eons ago when societies started losing their connection to God’s nature and started thinking more from human’s ego instead. / Maybe it was a necessary function that enabled this world to progress to this point in time to become the technological age that it has but over use of such control dramas have now become forms of mental illness as one sets themselves against another and loses their own direction of self and their sense of being for it must never be forgotten that God gave everyone freedom of choice and without that freedom of choice the soul mourns and the spirit depletes. Depression is sparked from control dramas. Some parents use control dramas on their children as a form of energy exchange and children do the same back to their parents in other ways of control for their quota of energy. This system then sets up a depressed state in a child as they feel misunderstood or ‘out of tune’ with their parents or peers. They may also feel that they don’t belong not only with these parents but also in this world. And, the parents get annoyed then depressed for getting annoyed because the child won’t play the game of being controlled so patterns are then set up within the household that create animosities which over time everyone feels guilty for and hides their feelings from each other. All feelings of such should be discussed; aired out and forgiven otherwise no-one member can move on without feelings of guilt, sadness and eventually depression. Over time of course it will slowly be forgotten, particularly by children but the memory will still sit within the sub-conscious until the day the ego decides it needs to be paid attention and it will bring the memory back to the surface where once again depression will become the game of the day for the ego to get its desired attention. This tactic of the ego is what keeps people down and from reaching their potential goals with any great happiness or bliss. They are doing it to themselves for allowing themselves to continue harbouring the feelings of past hurts be that rejection, words said in anger or any other action that was taken against them for whatever reason. They are still the ones allowing themselves to dwell on those past actions. Children are a lot closer to the divine energy of God than their parents who through time have moved further away chasing their adult pursuits, and as such feel lost and get depressed too but adults really need to ask themselves: do they really need more in the way of material possessions. Do they really need more in the way of domination over another which is just keeping that form of mental illness occurring in society creating more animosity of one against the other. The spirit within each and everyone doesn’t need to be dominated. It knows more than the ego of each and everyone will ever know. It is the key to enlightenment and the teacher of knowledge that is not even in educational books and it is freely within each and everyone who is having a physical experience upon this earth – if they want to connect to it from within their own heart and through their desire to be free of self-inflictions. What I learnt more than anything from all the horrendous experiences I have gone through in / my life is that no one else lives my life. Only I do. No one else makes me do anything. Only I give myself permission to do whatever I choose to do and as such I have no right to blame anyone for what has happened to me in my life, I only have myself to blame for allowing myself to have those experiences in the first instance. I chose to be with my ex-husband. No one forced to be with him. I chose to go to the beach where I got raped instead of to work. No one made me go. I allowed myself to be convinced by the doctor that a Copper 7 IUD was the best contraceptive way for me to go. I could of said no. I chose to take up smoking. No one made me take it up. I chose all my experiences so therefore I cannot blame another but myself and once I realised that truth then I also chose to stop allowing myself to be depressed by forgiving myself and then allowing myself to stop looking back and just get on with life as it is now, not yesterday, the past which has been and gone, history that can never be changed but the present moment in which I breath and therefore live. And I thank God for allowing me to see that I chose to be a victim of my own making just like everybody else with depression chooses that for themselves too. It has always been your own choice just as it can be your own choice to let go of your depression, anxiety or any other self-induced infliction and start living the life you have been reaching for but are keeping from your own grip. And, as the old saying goes: God helps those that help themselves. And that I can testify is true. © C J Lewis, 2008 Here are some interesting, and enlightening, videos for those interested in watching the way psychiatrists have been pushing drugs upon people suffering from depression. I chose not to fall into the trap of such temptation, as I didn’t feel my depression was caused by chemical imbalances in the brain or whatever other excuse they throw at you. I believe if you are in tune with your body then you will know from within yourself if you have a chemical imbalance. I knew my depression was caused from my experiences. I had kept diaries for some years that allowed me to view back with truth those experiences as written down. Too many people grab the drugs and then wonder why they aren’t feeling any better but instead are feeling worse. These videos are quite an eye-opener. A BIG THANK YOU to my friend blamo for supplying the link to the videos…for what they expose is something I believe, everyone should know about. / /
my fingers that relay the messages from my head to my keyboard are dancing this morning!!! I think Judi Taylor....
my fingers that relay the messages from my head to my keyboard are dancing this morning!!! I think Judi Taylor said it this week when she had her written work featured.. / There is something so special when this happens.. Thank you to / for allowing me in .. Ushna Sardar / and my sweet fury of all flurrys.. / theyellowfury FEATURING / MIND READING / AND MY ART PIECE / VIBRATION SERIES… The Vibration of US also to the WONDEROUS … / MASTERPIECES:LITERARY WORKSHOP / HOSTS GRACIOUS AS EVER… / THE BEAUTIFUL AMBER ELIZABETH FROMM AND MY DEAREST … / KUMAR BELLANI / FOR FEATURING WRITTEN WORK Menage a Trois YEP FINGERS ARE STILL DANCING!
GOOD GOD.. / I allowed myself to see a documentery called “The Union: The Business Behind Getting High (2007)” and what a doozy.. It neve…
GOOD GOD.. / I allowed myself to see a documentery called “The Union: The Business Behind Getting High (2007)” and what a doozy.. It never ceases to amaze me how the stupidity of our far right thinking gets us. We spent more money on arresting and finding growers of marijuana and building jail after jail to house the arrest of these growers and distributors than we do on all the heroin, crack cocaine, meth labs ect all the hard drugs participants combine!! Did you know before 1930’s Hemp was forseen back then as a billion dollar industry!! BACK THEN.. billions of dollars is like now trillions..Holy Cow.. will we ever get out from under our own stupidity and become ENLIGHTENED!! Just for a minuet I find peace in my week and in the mood for allowing for all that is in the contrast of life… and the next I watch something that is sooooooooooo crazy and thought-provoking like the money being made in the building of private prisons.. oh my yikes…. then… WELL THANK GOD FOR Unconventional Artistry GROUP AND THE AMAZING HOSTS… / CHEYWINGS AND EARTHMONSTER / SENDING OUT WORD that I had been given the complete honor of being their featured artist this go round and an invitation to view my lastest work LIMBER TRULY .. I am so thankful sometimes for RB and these wonderful members.. I was just about to feel really angry and I don’t want to today.. / So thanks so much you guys!! I am smiling and in much appreication.. / btw.. this group rocks.. the art is OUT OF CONTROL SO GO CHECK IT OUT.. SO MANY GOOD ARTIST THIS WEEK!!! Unconventional Artistry / XOX
I am so honored to have had the opportunity to be part of the circle of collaboration.. This week has been quite the miracle.. / First “Te…
I am so honored to have had the opportunity to be part of the circle of collaboration.. This week has been quite the miracle.. / First TeriLee and her amazing artwork Out of Me Now... I have the opportunity to see what it is like to Co Create with a wonderful Woman and Great Writer I have admired for quite sometime now here on Red Bubble…... Shadow Dancer who wrote an amazing piece called… The Redwood and The Rain Goddess We are so connected sometimes here at RB!!!
This is such an incredibly moving piece of television which I hope you take the time to watch. / It’s a lesson in compassion, understandin…
This is such an incredibly moving piece of television which I hope you take the time to watch. / It’s a lesson in compassion, understanding and being non-judgmental. / Appearances can be deceptive. It’s only when we look at the person underneath that we see the true beauty of someone. / Please don’t take people at face value – you’ll never uncover the treasures they hold and you may miss out on something incredibly special. Please watch the reaction of the audience before and after – and enjoy the clip. Susan Boyle on Britain’s Got Talent
I would like to thank # 1 ARTISTS OF REDBUBBLE and it’s Host’s David Parkin, Trina Sheffield, Kasey Cline, Katagram, Isa Rodriquez, Cr…
I would like to thank # 1 ARTISTS OF REDBUBBLE and it’s Host’s David Parkin, Trina Sheffield, Kasey Cline, Katagram, Isa Rodriquez, CraigsMom and CLiPiCs. But No One Seems To Understand I am overwhelmed in my work being featured especially when there are so many good writers/Artist’s here on RedBubble. I would also like to take this opportunity to thank everyone who left their comments and also for favouriting this piece too. Thank you all for your support It is very much welcomed and appreciated. “Live Life For Today And Save A Smile For Somebody Tomorrow” – David
Having a creative mind is like having an addiction. / Don’t misunderstand me. It doesn’t necessarily result in copious amounts of artis…
Having a creative mind is like having an addiction. / Don’t misunderstand me. It doesn’t necessarily result in copious amounts of artistic output, as many of you know. In fact it often leads to the flip side of the coin, constantly stalling or putting off the next step or stage, escapism, or distraction. Why? Because having a creative mind means we have this amazing ability to create all sorts of reasoning and justification to apply to our situation which has just as much influence to stop us from doing, as it does to inspire us. The creative addiction is complicated, because there are so many layers to it, like an onion. On the one hand we have the uncanny knack of being able to be suddenly inspired by the smallest trigger, yet we can create a myriad of excuses to not see something through. This juxtaposition can become frustrating and very disheartening not only to the person, but also to those around them. I know in my own experience i have met many talented musicians and artists who not only have rarely made their work public, but who seem to make it their life’s mission to come up with a multitude of excuses as to why that is the case, from their work not being finished, not “right”, them not being ready, it’s not the “right time”…the list goes on. The “closet artist” spends time doing amazing work, but would rather create excuses than reveal themselves. The world is a lesser place for it. Another aspect to the addiction is it’s affect on daily life. It feels wrong to be obsessed in the real world, and the swings from obsessive artistry to excuses and downers can make it somewhat difficult for relationships. It’s rare for me to meet a truly happy couple where only one is creative, because unless you share the same addiction, you simply struggle to understand. You seem to be living with a person who goes from one madness to the next, and find it difficult to cope with the extremes of highs and lows which come with no warning or logic. You have no way to prepare yourself for what will happen next, and at times it must feel like you want to burst. The partner of an artist can feel helpless in being able to support them emotionally, physically and spiritually. This can often result in a relationship breakdown, or the artist withdrawing into themselves and attempting to curb their creativity in a bid to save their relationship. For those creative/non-creative couples who HAVE found a way to make their relationship flourish deserve a round of applause with a standing ovation at the very least. To summarise this ( and i will go into a little more detail at another time), i’d like to add that it’s important for an artist to explore their own addiction. Firstly i must stress that it is not BAD, WRONG, or TERRIBLE. You’re addicted to breathing, aren’t you? Well, put it in the same basket as that. You need to create to keep your brain and heart alive, no matter what you hear from those on the other side. But being able to identify and embrace your own ebb and flow, not only of your work, but also of your non-work, can help you and those around you come to an understanding of the complexities of creative addiction. Each one is unique, and each with their own needs. Oh, and remember to smile…
Conflict of Interest patience exceeding the lost madness, / fighting the reign – angry insanity. / vying for control, a dichotomy….
Conflict of Interest patience exceeding the lost madness, / fighting the reign – angry insanity. / vying for control, a dichotomy. losing to the end – ancient battles, / evolutionary inevitability, / the loss of knowledge, / the death of understanding is at hand. / we are glad to see it go, / waving goodbye with red-clotted sticks / and true love.
I came across an interesting article on the subject of light that really inspired me during the week, so I posted it here thinking our gr…
I came across an interesting article on the subject of light that really inspired me during the week, so I posted it here thinking our group might like to read it also. As the article states, without an understanding of the qualities of light and utilizing it in capturing our images, we may not be getting the best out of our subjects, that we could. Depending on the time of day, light can transform the appearance of surroundings, dramatically emphasizing or suppressing detail, and altering colour and apparent shape. For the photographer, the intensity of the lighting itself is often the least important factor – it can be measured objectively with the camera’s exposure meter and duly compensated for. But most of light’s more subtle influences cannot be changed by camera settings nor can we convert hard edged, distinct shadows to softer, graduated shading or compensate for the effect light has on colours. All these are fundamental visual changes, and are much more obvious in an isolated photograph than in real life. Light has many moods which is changing constantly, utilising and choosing the right mood for our subject can dramatically improve our photograph. ie consider shooting in the early morning or late afternoon light, instead of during the middle of the day when light is much harder. / To bring out the best in your image, try developing a conscious awareness of the many subtle effects of light, and relise how they affect the photographic image. Then learn to apply these affects creatively to our subject. / / -Micheal Langford
*THE SCOTTISH WORDS TOO “ARE YOU LONESOME TONIGHT”. / / IF YER GOONA LERN TAE SPEAK B…
THE SCOTTISH WORDS TOO “ARE YOU LONESOME TONIGHT”. / / IF YER GOONA LERN TAE SPEAK BLIDY SCOATISH YE MAY AS WEEL SING IT TAE. / / Body image of a young Auld Yin supplied by The Auld Yin. / / / Arrrr yea lonesum tonicht, / dae yea miss meh tonicht? / Arrrrr yea sorry we drefted apert? / Dis yer memory stray tae a brichter sunny day / When A’ kissed yea an’ called yea sweethert? / Dae the chairs in yerr paarler seem empty an’ bare? / Dae yea gaze at yer dooorestep an’ pictur meh there? / Is yer hert fulled way pain, shull I cum back again? / Tell me Bonny lass, arrrrrr yea lonesome tonicht? / —-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-——- / I wonder if yer lonesome tonicht / You ken somewan said that the wurld’s a stage / An’ each mist play a pert. / Fate hid meh playin’ in luv yea as my sweet hert. / Act yin wis whin we met, I luved yea at furst glance / Yea read yer line so cleverly an’ niver missed a cue / Then came act two, yea seemed tae change an’ yea acted strange / An’ why I’ll niver ken. / Honey, yea lied whin yea said yea luved me / An’ I hid no cause tae doubt yea. / But I’d rather gae on hearing yer lies / Thin gae oan living withoot yea. / Now the stage is bare an’ I’m stonding there / Way emptiness all aroond / An’ if yea winnie cum back tae me / Thin they kin bring the curtain doon. Is yerr hert fulled way pain, shull I cum back again? / Tell me Bonny Lass, arrrrrrrrrrrrr’ yea lonesome tonicht? Wurds spellin’ an’ gramer spoked by The Auld Yin / Key to the Scottish language. Only a few key words to help the understanding / of the big sook ( mammy’s boy) joak.the motto is “If you can’t beat them join them.” / This I hope will help tereza and Linda and all Red Bubblers from total frustration. / The Auld Yin. / joak the big sook way the funny legs an’ big erse an’ puffy eyes. ‘Nearest thing we have to a national hero.joak / / Edinburgh-—-—-—-very posh an’ edicated City / / Aye a’ cum frae Edinburgh.A’ Hope a no offen you way this wee Dictionary.We are jist tryin(some say am’ very tryin’) to help the unnderstanding of the pure english spoked in scotland.These kind R.Bubblers whay yea see here are a great help in this very necessary endeavour tae further yer edication. / / MikeOxley / / DonDavisUK / / Wee Cathy ailias KatyMcKay / Auld Reekie-—-—--Ediburgh / St Andrews-—-—--just as posh as Edinburgh;hoo aboot that Katy a guid crawl eh? / A’-—-—-—-—-—-I / Ain-—-—-—-—-— own / Aboot-—-—-—-—- about / Allricht —-—-—-—-from DonDavisUK-—-—-—-allright / Aufie-—-—-—-—-awefull / Anser-—-—-—-—-answer / Auld-—-—-—-—-—old / Aye-—-—-—-—-- I / Acroase-—-—-——across / Boufin-—-—-—-—-from DonDavisUK --—-- smelling / Bonny-—-—-—-— Beautiful / Bonny Lass-—-—--Any Lass from neborn to 100 plus-—she’s gote a face like a weell skelped erse but she is stull a Bonny Lass--beauty is skin deep what is underneath is the beautitul part / Boaby-—-—-—-—-Policeman / Bairn-—-—-—-—-—child --wean-—-—-- we are all jock thamson’s bairns / Bahookie-—-—-—-bum as in erse / Banter-—-—-—-—-talk a lot of rubbish / Birlin-—-—-—-—-—-DonDavis-—--spinning-—-- Don wias birlin. his granddaughter around and around / Blidy-—-—-—-—--bloody / Baith-—-—-—-—--both / Burd-—-—-—-—-—bird / Blether-—-—-—-—-DonDavis-—-—-—-talking-—-—you are a proper blether. / Burdie-—-—-—-—-wee burd / Bum-—-—-—-—-—erse as in joak-—-—bottom-—--sittin’ flaps-—rear end--posterior / Blidy nora-—-—-—-“my goodness me” in Scottish / Beano-—-—-—-—--joak’s favourite magazine (Scottish Comic with lots of pictures) / Baw Bees-—-—-—-fromMike Oxley-—-—-—- Scottish for money / But-n’Ben-—-—-—-Wee hoose / Ben the room-—-—--in the next room / Blootered-—-—-—-Plastered ie,Drunk beyond recognition. Called Joak syndrome! / Blether --—-—-—-—fom MIkeOxley-—-- in Edinburgh – intellectual conversation, elsewhere – mindless / Barr’s Irn Bru --—-—-from MIkeOxley-—-—-—-- nectar of the gods / Buggerlugs --—-—--from MIkeOxley-—-—-—-—term of endearment / Boggle --—-—-—-from MikeOxley-—-—-—-—- the fruit of nose mining “Had some o’ auld Jennie’s mince and tatties. It wis like eatin’ a plate o’ biled boggles” / Breeks-—-—-—-—-nickers —-—-—-—could be troosers-trousers / Canny —-—-—-—--from MikeOxley-—-—-—-- cunning “Canny sod, that yin. Wurks a’ day, daein’ naething. Whit a skiver!” / Cos’-—-—-—-—-—because / Cum-—-—-—-—-—come / Crivens-—-—-—-—-goodness me / Claymore-—-—-—-big blidy scottish sword(Hidden by the Auld Yin) / Ca’-—-—-—-—-—-from mikeOxley-—-—-—-call / Clays-—-—-—-—--clothes. / Cloot-—-—-—-—-—cloth / Chuffed --—-—-—--from MikeOxley-—-—-— proud, happy. “A wis fair chuffed wi ma big jobbie!” / Clipe —-—-—-—-—from MikeOxley-—-—-—- tell tale / Crookit-—-—-—-—- bent-not straight-like joaks funny legs / Deeth-—-—-—-—-from DonDavisUK-—-—-death / Decko-—-—-—-—-from DonDavis --—-—-—-look -as in have a decko / Didnae-—-—-—-—-did not / Darlin —-—-—-—-—fromDonDavisUK-—-—--Darling / Dinny-—-—-—-—--don’t / Doaktur-—-—-—-—-doctor / Erse-—-—-—-—-—-polite Scots for bum / Enuf-—-—-—-—-—-enough / Fekin-—-—-—-—-—non articulate rude adjective used mainly by big silly buggers / Frae-—-—-—-—-—-from / Fart-—-—-—-—-—--fart if quiet / Farrrrt-—-—-—-—-—fart loud,you have to role your rrr,s farrrrrrrrt / Fart exceptional-—-—FARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRT / Fart joak-—-—-—-—-when you have large erse. VERY exceptional as in,joak / Fitba-—-—-—-—-—-football / Fash-—-—-—-—-— don’t get excited. —-—-—-dinny fash yersel lassy! / Fur-—-—-—-—-—--for / Fart Sack --—-—-—-from MikeOxley-—-—-—-—-- bed “Ach, it’s guy late an Ahm off tae mah wee fart sack” / Guid-—-—-—-—-—-good / Gote-—-—-—-—-—-got / Gae-—-—-—-—-—-go / Gramer-—-—-—-—- grammar / Greetin’ Teenie –-—-—-from MikeOxley-—-—-—-—constant whiner / Grangemooth-—-—--another word meaning uncouth / Glaekit --—-—-—-—-from MIke Oxley-—-—-—-adj. – of lesser intelligence, slow on the uptake. Anyone not from Edinburgh / greetin-—-—-—-—-—from KatyMcKay-—-—-—-—-crying / Gawp --—-—-—-—-from MikeOxley-—-—-—-—- stare open-mouthed “Whit are ye gawpin’ at, hen? Never seen a willie afore?” / Hen —-—-—-—-—--from DonDavisUK-—-—-Woman {as Hin, how are you doing / my wee hen?} / Hid-—-—-—-—-——had / Hame-—-—-—-—-—fromDonDavisUK-—-—-—-home / Hud-—-—-—-—-—-hold / Huntigoot-—-—-—-—A game of hide and seek the scottish way.The searcher calls out to the hiding participants ” cum oot cum oot yer face is like a washing cloot” / Hurdies-—-—-—-—-MikeOxley-—-—-—-—-—the buttocks. “The buttocks”!!!!! Whit’s wrang wi’ airse??? / Haund-—-—-—-—-—from DoreenPhillips-—-—-hand / Hoat-—-—-—-—-—-from DoreenPhillips-—-—-hot / Heid-—-—-—-—-—-head / Hert-—-—-—-—-—-heart / Hunners-—-—-—-—-hundreds / Havers —-—-—-—--from MikeOxley-—-—-— talking rubbish / High “B’—-—-—-—-Intelligent,sensible,patriotic,the oposite to yuchy person that supports the HIBS at Easter road / Ither-—-—-—-—-—-other / Jings-—-—-—-—-—-“goodness me” / Joak-—-—-—-—-—-big silly bugger / Jobe-—-—-—-—-—-job / Jam Piece-—-—-—-—from DonDavisUK --—-- jam sandwich with no butter / Jambo-—-—-—-—--An idiot that supports Hearts football team or any one west of Easter road Edinburgh / Jambo-—-—-—-—--nutter / Jambo-—-—-—-—--a person that’s not right in the head / Jambo-—-—-—-—--another word for yuch!!!!! / keich-—-—-—-—-—-from joak-—-—-—-Scottish word for shite / Kick the can-—-—-—-a.game of hide and seek ; where if one participant still in hiding can kick the can he will release all captured.The can is placed in the middle of any clearing / Ken-—-—-—-—-—--know / Keekers-—-—-—-—-eyes / Karen Hull-—-—-—-—-A word that describes excellence to the enth degree a word to descibe perfection of the Arts-- Click here for Karen Hull / Lang-—-—-—-—-—-long-—-—-—-as in joak’s tongue / Lernt-—-—-—-—-—-learned / Lugs —-—-—-—-—-from MikeOxley-—-—-—-—-ears / Lern-—-—-—-—-—-learn / Lum-—-—-—-—-—-chimney / Loaby-—-—-—-—-—hallway / Lam-—-—-—-—-—-smack / Tae-—-—-—-—-—--to / Tapetless-—-—-—-—MikeOxley-—-—-—-—-—-—headless, silly / Tha’-—-—-—-—-—- the / Thankin’—-—-—-—-KatyMcKay-—-—-—-—-—-—-thanking / Moarn’-—-—-—-—-KatyMcKay-—-—-—-—-—-—-morning / Ma’-—-—-—-—-—--my / Mair-—-—-—-—-—-more / Mingin’-—-—-—-—--smelly-—-—-—-—-—-Jings you feet are mingin’ / Muckle --—-—-—-—-from MikeOxley-—-—-—-—-- big-like people from Edinburgh have muckle brains / Miny-—-—-—-—-—-many / Nooowhosfura-—-——from DonDavisUK when asking someone if they would like a drop of Amber fluid.Whisky. / Nae-—-—-—-—-—-—no / Naw-—-—-—-—-—--no / Naebidy-—-—-—-—-nobody / Natter --—-—-—-—--from MikeOxley same as blether / Nivver-—-—-—-—-—-never / Numpty-—-—-—-—-—useless individual / Onybidy-—-—-—-—-any body / Oaften-—-—-—-—-—often / Och!-—-—-—-—-—-from joak-—-—-—-—-Scottish exclamation!!!! / Palaver-—-—-—-—-—from DonDavis mucking about-—-stop all that palavering you! / Paughty-—-—-—-—--MikeOxley-—-—-—-— pompous, haughty / Penicuik-—-—-—-—-a wee Bonny place jist ootside Edinburgh where Lynne Morris / cums frae. / Pole-ise --—-—-—-—-from DonDavisUK --——Police {but pronounced pole-ise} / Polis-—-—-—-—-—-alternate / Poke-—-—-—-—-—-paper shaped into a cone-—-—--used in sweetie shops and fish and chip shops. / Pagger-—-—-—-—--from DonDavisUK-—-—- Fight {as in, A wis paggerd near to deeth bi thon gang} / Unnerston’—-—-—-—-understand / Roond-—-—-—-—-—round / Reek-—-—-—-—-—-smells terrible / Slàinte-—-—-—-——from MrCool-Dave-—-—-It means literally “Good Health” / Scunnered --—-—-—-from KatyMcKay-—-—--fed up-a’m put off with you-av’ got the cows dung with you. / Scappies-—-—-—-—fish and chip shops scraps of fish an ‘chips and whatever. Kin a’ have a poke o’ scrappies av’ only got a penny. / Skellum-—-—-—-—-MikeOxley-—-—-—-——A scullion, worthless fellow / Stull-—-—-—-—-—-still / Sassenach --—-—-—-from MikeOxley-—-- anyone not from Edinburgh / Safties-—-—-—-—--From KatyMcKay-—-—-Soft person- yer saft in the heid / Sum-—-—-—-—-—-some / Shite-—-—-—-—-—-polite Scottish description, a compliment. Similar to cow dung / Spellin’—-—-—-—-—-spelling an unknown word to joak / Stoopid-—-—-—-—-stupid / Stoor-—-—-—-—-— dust / Steamie-—-—-—-—--public Laundry / Sook-—-—-—-—-—-mammy’s boy / Sojer’s-—-—-—-—-—from MikeOxley-—-—-—-—Soldier / Slaverin’s-—-—-—-—-articulations by joak and the Auld Yin / Sicht-—-—-—-—-—-sight / Scruff-—-—-—-—-—-from DonDavisUK-—-—- untidy / Stoor —-—-—-—-— from MikeOxley-—-—-- dirt / Scunnerd-—-—-—-—fed up-—-—-- like joaks scunnered with the Auld Yin / Shitehawk --—-—-—-from MikeOxley-—-—-—seagull / Stoatin’-—-—-—-—-as in staggering-as in staggering drunk—a problem originating in Grangemooth. / Sleekit —-—-—-—--from MikeOxley-—-—-— underhanded, sneaky “Ah wouldnae trust yon sleekit wee bugger wi’ the ship’s cat” / Skelp —-—-—-—-—-from MikeOxley-—-—-— slap “Stap yer clipin’ or Ah’ll skelp yer airse” / Skiver —-—-—-—-—-from MikeOxley-—-—-— allergic to work / Sma’—-—-—-—-—--small / ta’day-—-—-—-—-—-today / Teuchie-—-—-—-—-chirpin’ as in Wee teuchy burdie traw law law laid an’ egg oan the windy saw, when that egg began tae crack,the wee teuchie burdie roared and grat’ / Twa-—-—-—-—-—--two / Tattie-—-—-—-—-—-potato / Tope-—-—-—-—-—--top / Toon-—-—-—-—-—-from DonDavisUK-—-—-town / Thon-—-—-—-—-—-from DonDavisUK-—-—-that / Taughty-—-—-—-—-—from DoreenPhillips --—-—-high scottish for Tattie (potato) spoken with nose held high / Teuchter —-—-—-—-from MIke Oxley-—-—-——from the Gaelic “teuch”, meaning tough, hence anyone from Edinburgh / The Auld Yin-—-—-—-A Wee shite according to joak / Troos --—-—-—-—-—from MikeOxley-—-—-—--short shorts worn under the kilt, for the purpose of not scaring the public / Troosers --—-—-—-—-from MIkeOxley-—-—-——as in “Donald where’s yer’s” / Tattie Boggle —-—-—-from MikeOxley-—-—-—--scarecrow “Yon stoorie bugger cam tae the weddin’ aw dressed up like a tattie boggle. Glaekit git.” / Tattie Boggle-—-—-—-also can be a potato made up like a hedgehog using hunners o’ matchsticks / Whit-—-—-—-—-—-what / Wurth-—-—-—-—-—-worth / Watter-—-—-—-—-—-water / Wellies —-—-—-—-—-from Mike Oxley-—-—-—-— Scottish national dress / Whit-—-—-—-—-—-—what / Wheeshed-—-—-—-—quiet-—-—-—-Hud yer wheeshed or a’l lam yer bum / Wee-—-—-—-—-—--small / Weans-—-—-—-—-—DonDavis-—-—-—-bairns-—children. / Weelno-—-—-—-- ---will not / Wee shite-—-—-—-—-used by joak as a Scottish endearment to The Auld Yin. / Wouldnay-—-—-—-—-from DondavisUK —-— wouldn’t / Wurk-—-—-—-—-—--work --something joak would like you to believe he does. / Wisnae-—-—-—-—--was not / Way-—-—-—-—-—-with / Whingin’-—-—-—-——whining-complaining unnecessary Like joak talking to the Auld Yin for not asking his permission to do this Dictionary. / Willie —-—-—-—-—-from MikeOxley-—-—-— a laddie’s thingie. “Hey, Jeannie! The wind lifted yon sojer’s kilt an Ah seen his willie. Wisnae wearin’ the troos. Muckle willie it wis, tae. Must be frae Edinburgh!” / Yea-—-—-—-—-—-—you / Yir-—-—-—-—-—-—-your / Yin-—-—-—-—-—-—one / Yon-—-—-—-—-—--from MikeOxley-—-—-- that / Yuchy-—-—-—-———A word that describes a Jambo perfectly / 202 wurds say far. I will add mair if this is not enuf tay lern yea aw’. Which means; This is an on going list updated by me or by suggestions from you. / The Auld Yin. / This is me and ma’ wee wife Gillian. / The Auld Yin.
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