✨We breathe the same air, we walk the same land, we bleed the same blood.✨ My tender heart sends prayers to all the communities effected by the Christchurch shootings.
When will we see that we‘re all interconnected, what we do has an impact on everything, including ourselves. ‘May all beings everywhere be happy and free. And may the thoughts, words, and actions of my own life contribute in some way to the happiness and freedom of all.’ - Buddhist Loving Kindness Prayer
Waseem Daraghmeh is critically ill in a hospital in Christchurch.
71 year old victim Haji Daoud was shot dead in the mosque. His son Omar Nabi shows a photo of his dead father to media at court. Picture Gary Ramage
Three-year-old Mucad Ibrahim was at the Deans Avenue mosque in Christchurch with his father and brother Abdi.
Step aside Edward Cullen cause we have a new vampire in town (just kidding guys). #lddtop10 number 7! Claret Winter ❤️. She’s perfect, she’s beautiful, she looks like Linda Evangelista. Isn’t she one of the best dolls ever created?
Besides her stunning hair, the fact that she glows in the dark, her perfectly-detailed dress and her haunting eyes, one of the facts I love the most about this very exclusive doll (only 374 lucky others know her beauty in person), is that her Death Certificate includes both the dates of her death AND when she rose from the dead, like a cockroach you thought you killed but somehow it returned to life (Did I just compare this elegant lady with a roach? Yup, looks like I did). I feel like this extra information makes her even more special than what she already is:
Date of Death: December 25, 1890 Risen: January 1, 1891
Cause of Death: Bitten by some sort of beast, most likely a vampire.
MOST LIKELY. Love that. Anyway, she made it into my list because I love this dolls. Her classic beauty is beyond this planet and I’m very grateful for having her in my collection 🖤. What are your opinions on Claret Winter?
🏔️❄️ Beautiful Deadly Mountains❄️ 🏔️
3 things kept me alive on the snow entombed mountain ridge last night… my shell… the thermal sleeping pad… and my sleeping bag. When the icy winds🌫️, just a cool -18°C🌡️, were relentlessly swirling through my exposed tent… all I could think of was… just make it through the night. 🌌
Sleep was a luxury that presented itself in 1 hour⏳ pockets between long hours of hyper awareness of all sounds taking place outside, potential threats/predators🐾, and my body temperature. Hoping that my mildly hypothermic ☃️hiking buddy is still amongst the living in his snow-cave-shelter didn’t help much either. After an eternity of reflection that seemed to ebb and flow over a span of life times under the blanket of unforgiving stars… a sweet sliver of hope presented itself with the slow trickle of morning light. My call to action. 🌄
Not being able to fit my frostbitten toes 👣into my frozen boots ⛸️ with my ice burnt hands 🧤 didn’t help… but after some hammering, and telling myself not to panic I brute forced them on. I scrambled to get the portable 🔥 stove stowed outside going. My wavering focus was on amassing calories, careful assessment of the situation, and descent from the beautiful but deadly ivory mountain. ⛑️This video won’t tell that story, but it certainly compliments it. :)
⚠️What are your closest calls in the wild?❓
🎞️📽️ Full 3+ min edit coming out soon at bit.ly/hikderdimo
🎵Music: "Perception" by Bensound
#writetotravel#mountains#survival#snow#backcountry#videooftheday#death#camping#travelblogger#photooftheday#stayandwander #wanderlust#snowshoeing#mountseymour#vancouver#britishcolumbia#explorebc#alpine#winter#mistakes#reflection#cold#arcteryx#hiking#videogram#video#newexperience#roamtheplanet #discoverearth#natgeo
There is a number, a precise hour, minute, second between the sun’s revolving door and the moon’s sparkly shine when the world grows quiet and lavender fields weep violet. Do not cry for me sir, no, no, no. You must never feel worried or woe. Do not spill your tears; I do not know my tempest time. Smile instead when you see me, a soft hello and gentle nod will do just fine. When I am gone on the kindest, whimsical breeze and the golden hour has arrived, be deliriously happy. Be filled with bliss, for I have known intimately the warmth of the sweetest honeysuckle days, and the bravado of the darkest, muster your courage, silent starless nights. Do not cry for me even then, for I am finally headed home where lavender fields are plenty. Pain and sorrow live outside the body, and the mind soars free, high above the tempestuous storm clouds and evergreens. The overwhelming depths of technicolor love is the gift sprinkled behind of a well-lived, bountiful life. What remains is hope, courage, strength and the honor of an honest legacy. Another existence eagerly awaits, thriving inside the bud and promise of a new blossom, a purposeful soul undiscovered. Young, fragrant and filled with the rays of ripe sunshine against all odds on the gloomiest days. The four o’clock hour, my favorite, sings melodic and the birds chirp in unison while the second-hand chime sounds divine. I’ll be heading on home then, and you? Well my darling friend or foe, you’ll be just fine. Don’t count the seconds if you can. Remember, they are not mine or yours to keep. Dream lavender fields a plenty instead that weep violet, filled with beautiful sorrow and promise. - Violet Dreams #poetry#life#death#emotionalhealth#dream#writersofinstagram#poetsofinstagram#mondaymotivation#purpose#writersofig#poets#spirituality
A Syracuse man, acting as his own lawyer, won a not-guilty verdict this evening in the 2008 shooting death of a transgender woman.
Dwight DeLee, 30, had been charged with manslaughter as a hate crime for the decade-old shooting that left Lateisha Green dead.
A 2009 jury convicted him of that charge and illegal #weapon possession. But that jury’s manslaughter verdict was overturned on appeal because the jury also, impossibly, #acquitted him of regular manslaughter
After a long #court#battle , DeLee was brought back for a retrial this week in Syracuse. Between the homicide and now, DeLee had spent nearly #eight years in jails and prisons for her death.
But today, he left court #cleared of homicide.
Accused hate-crime killer, acting as #lawyer , makes polished plea to jury
An #onondaga County jury took only a few #hours Friday afternoon between lengthy read-backs of trial #testimony to find DeLee not guilty of Green’s #death
It’s a #dramatic reversal of the 2009 jury’s verdict. That panel had found DeLee guilty of hate-crime manslaughter -- albeit in a verdict #overturned on appeal. DeLee spent years in #jail awaiting his #second trial.
Charles Keller, who assisted DeLee at his retrial this week, described DeLee as “almost #speechless” when the verdict came back around 5:30 p.m. “He and his #family were elated, as you can well expect,” Keller said.
Meanwhile, prosecutor Joseph Coolican attributed the verdict to challenges of retrying a decade-old case.
“While obviously disappointed, we #respect the jury’s verdict,” Coolican said. “The case reflects the #challenges of retrying a case #10#years later.”
He displayed several posterboards showing the names and nicknames of the witnesses, as well as their #connections to one another.
But he focused his arguments on casting doubt on the credibility of multiple witnesses, who identified him as the shooter and attributed to him anti-gay remarks. DeLee suggested that they were protecting their own #friends and #loved ones.
“As #humans, by #nature, we are protective and save our own,” DeLee told the jury.
He noted it was dark outside, that the witnesses were all teens drunk and partying... #black#blackmen#blackman
Projet d'Art Plastique :
Faire ressortir un aspect historique et oublié du château. 🏰
Note de l'enseignant : 18/20
J'ai voulu montrer la place qu'occupait la femme au 18ème siècle, sous la domination de son mari. Du haut de sa fenêtre, le lion représente Monsieur Liégeard. Au dessous de lui, la robe sur les escaliers représente Madame Liégeard, sous l'influence de son mari. Elle est dans l'ombre, et lui dans la lumière. 💡
- J'ai utilisé une application pour placer les visages de Mathilde et Stéphen Liégeard, que j'ai rendu "fantomatiques".
- Dans une feuille de papier, j'ai découpé la même gargouille de lion que celle d'une porte du château, puis j'ai ajouté une feuille transparente rouge que j'ai collé derrière la tête pour la faire ressortir.
- J'ai utilisé un rideau blanc pour la robe, et placé un bouquet de fausses fleurs qui représentent les roseraies du parc d'autrefois.
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Listen carefully; you’ll hear nothing but selflessness in her voice. Observe closely; you’ll see nothing but innocence in her presence.
Her eyes forms into the shape of a crescent, every time she smiles wide at you. Anytime you run crying towards her; she draws her hands, runs them through your face, and gently wipes off your tears, so you don't soak in them.
She immediately hugs you tightly, pressing you firmly against her chest. Allowing your ears to hear the sound of her heartbeats echoing like a lullaby.
While being wrapped in her arms; it is at that very moment, you know you're protected and in the safest place on earth. Nothing can hurt you; nothing scares you. Just by her simplest touch, everything is perfect.
To all our mothers, may your smile never falter, may you see and witness nothing but happiness, Ameen.