#oops all emerson she’s just so silly

[ame-in-the-rain]

serious turned stupid kaleipro doodles

[laberintos-espinas]

The Old Chunk Of Coal

Some days are diamonds. Some days are Stones... And the alternative one, I am just an vintage bite of coal, but I can be a diamond at some point  Custom Made Jewellery I love songs. I love the lyrics and secondly the thumping vibrations of the decrease observe beats. I recollect these traces from  country conventional refrains. I recollect them due to the fact I realize the feeling of being taken into consideration a clump of coal. It's a bad feeling. It's now not so much the coloration that is a downer, it's the darkness that's involved whilst one thinks of coal. It's a fossil gas. It's top simplest for heaping onto an already insupportable ecological or metaphorical emotional trauma situation and making it worse. Let's strike a in shape to the coal and burn it until it is used up into ash. Then allow's desire the wind will scatter it, as we do not even want to empty the ashes once it is usefulness has been used up. We're ungrateful every now and then for services rendered. Coal paperwork under the floor. Without light. I assume it gets worse. I assume coal is not even an unique component. I suppose it is compressed gases or rotted timber or something discarded to begin with.

OK. So you get the image that I just like the phrases to songs that sing approximately desire for rotting ancient discarded elements.

I have a friend it truly is a shamanistic healer. It started out that he changed into going to help me locate my manner and discover my voice. Then I commenced cleaning his house for him. This made feel sooner or later for some motive. We additionally percentage songs. Baby-boomers are constantly flower youngsters at heart. I suppose neither one folks really knows why I'm nonetheless spiffing up the palace. I know at a few level we bartered house cleaning for transcended meditation classes. Yet I got here with a again schedule. I'm going to clean my way through his lavatories and into his coronary heart. When I get there, I'm going to mirror my Light on his pathway and then flip him into the palms of the one true God to take care of. Silly presumptive conceited me, assuming he wanted me to shop him. I deliver up my Shaman due to the fact he instructed me in three separate restoration periods I turned into a diamond so first-rate that soon many round me could recognize and notice me. I figured he changed into speakme inside the religious geographical regions and in symbolic language. Now I'm not so sure.

OK. So you get the picture that I've been on a religious quest to connect and solder myself right into the mainline connection with my Creator, God as I changed into taught. You recognise the only inside the Christian container? However, something came about along the way I didn't assume. My point of view concerning traditional Western Christianity flipped. I think now, that Jesus changed into certainly the entity that lead me into the Kingdom of God. Nevertheless, since I've certainly wondered and did research from original supply statistics, I suppose God is Spirit, the whole Spirit of the God and that God is entire natural Love; the originating, creating, shrewd Source that is the vibration of natural white power light. The Light of all cosmology and creation.

Something has also happened to me for the reason that my unique friend and the Shaman helped me locate my voice and soul again. I started out to put in writing. I started out to write prolifically. I write all the time. I cannot prevent it. It's been approximately six months now of nonstop writing. I write day and night time. I write about something and the entirety. I actually have masses to say and do not know why. My "still small voice" is very talkative. Just about each person it is are available in contact with my e-mail radar range, has advised I write for a living. I've just been watching for the go-ahead signal from a person. I've been at the intersection watching for the mild to turn green. Today it occurred.

You now recognize I stay to write down. I discover the sector around me high-quality and wondrous and want to inform absolutely everyone all about it.

I belong to a churchwomen's fellowship institution. It's seventy five-a hundred women who can find time on Thursday mornings to come back collectively with aim of being God honoring, together. One of the instructors for one in all this season's classes, I am venerated to say, has come to be a pal of mine. Judy is a raven-haired angel of a girl filled with grace, information and dignity. She's the pastor's spouse. She's additionally very humorous. I'm unshakably convinced God has a strong dry sense of humor. He need to have. Look at us!

Today Judy surprised me. She asked my permission to study one in all my written works. It was well timed and related to the President of america. She felt it turned into a very good element for some women to hear. I did not want to appear unpatriotic in those perilous instances, right after 9/11 so I agreed. I changed into very thankful she become not going to make me arise and examine my essay. I contemplated just skipping magnificence these days, to keep away from the embarrassment I'd no question sense and possibly keep away from the harsh sarcasm or poor criticism of my sisters in Christ. (Oops. It sounds a tad like my perceptions of my fellow guy is askew, would not it?) God will work on this hassle.

I did not hen out. I confirmed up. What I didn't anticipate passed off next.

Judy didn't wait till small institution time. She got up there and read my article to the complete bunch of properly-bred, sensible ladies at the monthly scheduled all-church women's luncheon earlier than our writing class. I become mortified! I started to look around me. The feast room changed into full of spherical tables seating eight ladies a table. A little hearth-orange rose budded out of the middle of every desk. These ladies began to appear like a bouquet of freshly reduce plants to me. This kind of bouquet is such an extravagance for someone like me. These girls are the cream of the crop on Mercer Island, WA. A.Ok.A. The Golden Ghetto. My sons and I best live on the island because of a Section 8 HUD housing voucher for the poor.

I watched as women began to wipe water out of the corners of their eyes. I watched as eyeglasses started being eliminated and noses had been blown. I watched girls torn between gazing me ( seeking to hide in a nook of the front of the room) and trying to stay riveted on Judy analyzing My written words. I watched as the sounds of my tale bounced towards my mind. I changed into surprised to say the least. I 'd by no means heard my words out loud earlier than. I become curious about the article. It produced a silent sound down in my internal middle connection to God. It struck worry (as in awe) in my heart as I realized some thing supernatural had passed off to my palms to jot down such sounds.

When the object become finished, the girls applauded. They asked copies to own in unison. I turned into proclaimed a proficient writer. I was humbled into silence, again. I saw some thing unrecognizable. I saw refracted mild start to prism off these ladies lower back at me. Just like while a diamond is held up to the daylight. I contemplated this sight.

As if this became now not sufficient, the primary group disbanded into the smaller lecture room corporations to prepare for the inspirational teachings of the day. It would be an hour and a half of studying and sharing Life training, girl Christian style. Judy had every other marvel in keep for me. She wasn't through with me yet due to the fact she was the teacher of the writing group I belonged to for this smaller organization.

The topic below discussion become Changing Times. Judy started out giving examples of how traditional authors had expressed themselves as she thumbed via Emerson, Lewis, and a pair current luminary authors. About midway via the class, Judy yanked out yet ANOTHER of my tales and read it to this magnificence as her last example! I turned into petrified the ladies might grow resentful, bored and angry at this monopoly on their time. There had been many proficient women in this organization. All with superb motivating stories to inform. Judy made no bones about how highly she regarded my capacity to seize pix and percentage my coronary heart-mind to an target market. She study Homecoming Parade. She excerpted and compacted the lengthy story into one which hit the mark. More tears flowed and mouths hung free. You should've heard a pin drop in the location. More applause. I shriveled underneath the desk and attempted to clown round graciously to alleviate the pain of appreciation and recognition.

What I saw as I appeared around this group of 30 movers and shakers of all ages, shocked me. I noticed it symbolically, as is my way. But nevertheless, it became there for the viewing. I saw a super wonderful blue-white, exquisite-reduce diamond being held up and placed into a platinum solitaire putting.

When the meeting ended, a woman I'd gotten to recognize recently approached me. Her call is Judy Boynton. She clipped off her credentials for the organization. She was a professional posted creator of fiction and non-fiction novels. She changed into an finished artist of sculptures. She become a trustee on the Board of Pacific Northwest Writers Conference affiliated with Pacific Lutheran University. She'd been a member of this group for over 25 years. I became impressed. Not so much through her credentials, as high-quality as they were, however with the aid of the strength and force at the back of her eyes. This woman had awareness and motive. She was aiming at me.

She advised me she knew what she was speaking approximately. She instructed me and the organization I WAS a gifted creator. She told us she'd visible enough to realize the difference among one that would like to be a writer and one that IS a writer. I fell into the latter category. She surpassed me numbers and pamphlets and instructed me to be at the next convention meeting. She explained this is where publishers, agents, and authors meet each other with the purpose on publishing written works of merit. Names like Ann Rule and J.A. Jance had been bantered approximately at some stage in this same day through others as they requested my permission to have them perhaps touch those "friends of theirs."

It isn't regularly in a lifetime that one simply is AWARE of a life converting moment or day. I've been graced with one of those moments. Today it appears, the sector round me is starting to notice and recognize the old chew of coal were given the dust pressure-washed off of her so hard and significantly by means of Life, that she'd developed into a diamond solitaire of well worth and observe.

I know in which I belong proper now, proper at this area in time. I belong sticking effective near my special buddies who know a way to crimp the ones platinum prongs at the diamond setting firmly and securely. I even have a sense diamonds are forever, as they are saying. How should this have passed off?

[ubwfc]

Bristol 1s v Hertfordshire 1s

 Last Wednesday saw a Wednesday Night Lights and the deciding game in the southern prem. With Cardiff Met winning their game a few hours earlier, Bristol needed to win or draw to remain in the top spot…#stress

The crowds were absolutely huge. Around 140 people showed up to Coombe Dingle – including club members, flatmates and of course Laura’s dad. There was also an online following via the insta livestream coming from all over the world, Jessie Robbo in Australia, Ellie Vaughan in France, Sazza Crookes in Spain and Alice Shiner in Truro.

The game was underway, and Hertfordshire had an early chance, but it was shoved aside by Amaia. Hertfordshire continued to threaten Bristol and managed to meg Ash (oops), but don’t fear, Chey was there to cover. There were fabulous clearances from Big Nance and Laura’s beautiful head. Bristol began to gain control of the game and were pushing relentlessly into Hertfordshire’s half. The first of around a million free kicks was taken by Anna, where she whipped it into the box, only for it to go out for a corner (BOO). It appeared that Liz had been taking skills tips from the infamous Helly Blyth as she managed a bicycle kick straight into her own face. (Don’t worry Liz; the fact that you hit the ball means you’re one up on Helly already.) Trim, obviously stunned by Liz’s amazing skills, decided that she should try her luck in goal, randomly switching places with Amaia before realising she is not the keeper and getting back into position to help clear the ball.

Laura ‘the bun’ Barrett was provided with an opportunity and all the time in the world. She played the ball at her feet for the majority of Bristol’s half before playing a brilliant ball up the field. In a sequence of events we cannot recall, Bristol lost the ball and then gave away a free kick (again, the first of many). Now in Bristol’s half, an unnamed player (Laura) slapped the ball with her silly hand, but fortunately the ref didn’t see it!!! Meanwhile, on the side lines, Helly proceeded to tell the entire chicken shed group and the online viewers about her disgusting lasagne that she cooked after a night out (???!!) – if I remember correctly it consisted of tomato puree, garlic and mushrooms and resembled water, but you’ll have to ask Helly for the intimate details and the recipe!!

Back to the pitch, and Chey is giving everyone a skill school lesson, getting round 4 Hertfordshire players. The beauty continued with a ball from Henna to the middle of the field, described as ‘sex on a plate’ by Jess M. Sounds nicer than Helly’s lasagne LOL bants. Henna continues the play with a long shot on goal which floats just wide. Back to the chicken shed, and the security decides to ruin the atmosphere by stealing the tinnies that the supporters were drinking so sophisticatedly and subtly – no thank you Coombe!!!

The great balls continued to fly up from the defensive back 4 of Ash, Trim, Phoebe and Laura, with the attackers receiving them and passing them up to the Hertfordshire goal with ultimate finesse. With a vast amount of chances and some lovely football, Bristol couldn’t seem to bag themselves a goal. In sheer anger of the lack of goals, it appears that Laura had decided that the supporters were to blame, booting the ball right into the viewing platform in the chicken side, scaring the heebeegeebees out of the crowd!!! BE CAREFUL LAURA

During all the trauma, Hertfordshire scored what can only be described as the worst goal in history – much like the ones in FIFA when it just rolls in without any power, precision or skill. With a goal under the oppositions belt, and the recent loss of our drinkies (RIP), Bristol were feeling a little deflated, but the support was ongoing nonetheless, with some of the shouting and noises resembling ‘squealing pigs.’ 0-1 Bristol.

Another long ball over the top and their unusually rapid striker (steroids??), plus the lack of time for Bristol to compose themselves, leads to another goal for Hertfordshire, 0-2 Bristol.

Despite the score, Bristol continued to push on, firing shots away and pushing the ball up. A lovely shot by Nancy, after her signature tip toe run up, was saved by the keeper and unfortunately Liz couldn’t make it in time! Liz’s series of unfortunate events continued with a header from a free kick that just couldn’t find the net!!

Hertfordshire pushed for another goal, but it just wasn’t going to happen with Amaia guarding the goal. The play switched and Bristol attacked once again. This time, it was Anna’s time to shine with a mesmerising and delicious shot which was ONLY JUST tipped over by the keeper!! Stop being so mean Hertfordshire… HT 0-2 Bristol

With the second half about to commence, and with India having worked out which way Bristol was shooting, Bristol were quick to dominate and push for every ball, no doubt spurred on by a motivational half time speech courtesy of Bill. Nancy’s cross/shot dropped just behind the goal leaving everyone on the edge of their seats. Frustration was beginning to set in for Henna and Phoebe who were obviously hungry because they absolutely  sandwiched a poor Hertfordshire player. Did she deserve it? In the eyes of football Gods, yes.

Balls were flying in consistently, with one from Chey landing on the head of a Hertlessshire player, who nearly headed it into their own net, IF ONLY!! Stella and Anna continued to battle in the middle, chasing down balls and creating opportunities, only to be unluckily caught offside. The subs were getting ready, warming up and gyrating their hips. Striker, Liz, was replaced by Sophie, the super sub. GREAT GAME AMERICAN LIZ

With all the frustration mounting up, Bristol yet again, took out their anger on the supporters, smashing the ball, AS HARD AS LIGHTNING, into the chicken shed!! Junal, also known as the blind ref who went to India’s school #fwends , should have gone to Specsavers as he whipped out his big……..yellow card for our Henny Penny!!! WHAAAAAT??!?!?!??! (said in Liv Rae’s voice) A booking was not enough to stop Bristol from maintaining possession and the pressure on Hertlessshire. In, what has been reported to be her 4th free kick of the game, Stella kicked the ball with a kind of finesse the club has never seen before. It was almost in slow motion, as it sailed over the annoying defender, who didn’t understand that the wall could not be placed directly in front of the ball. It dipped at the right time and was so nearly a goal for Bristol that they so deserved. With tensions running high, Ash came off for some new legs, in the form of Niamh.

With time running out, Anna took it upon herself to blast the ball at the goal, the keeper caught it, but stumbled back, potentially crossing the line, yet it as denied as a goal!!! Absolutely criminal. (WE HAVE THE LIVE FOOTAGE IF YOU WOUD LIKE TO SEE IT JUNAL).

Bristol continued to fire off shots, with Sophie coming close to a goal. After running her socks off (check the lost property for those), Chey came off for Keira, who helped maintain pressure and create opportunities. Phoebe picked up the ball in Bristol’s half and strode down the wing, beating Hertlessshire players left, right and centre, then switching play and placing the box into the box in one foul swoop.

With the last 10 minutes underway, Hertlessshire were searching for ways to waste time. This came in the form of their number 4. I think we all know the one… Having already been booked by the ref for a horrific late tackle on our Henny Penny which caused Jess M to shout, ‘SEE YOU IN THE PARKING LOT’ (wrong continent babes), she clearly hadn’t learned her lesson, ‘heading’ the ball and proceeding to lie on the floor in ‘pain’ whilst ‘crying’ for approximately 2 minutes. After some harsh, but well deserved abuse, from the supporters, Junal grabbed Henna and brought her to chicken shed to reprimand the supporters for being rowdy and just having a giggle. He threatened us with an abandonment of the game. BOOOOO

The end was drawing nigh, but Bristol did not show any sign of giving up. All this came to a HEAD in the 92nd minute with a beautiful free kick from Stella, and a subsequent diving header from Henna, which sent the ball rocketing past the keeper and into the net. 1-2 Bristol. With the crowds in awe and screaming with joy, Bristol ran back to the centre, knowing there was only 40 seconds remaining for them to get another goal. After one last push, Junal blew his……whistle and with that the fight for the league title was sadly over. ☹ FT 1-2 Bristol

Despite the score and the 1s being understandably devastated, they have shown great ability and teamwork throughout the league, and after the promotion to the league only last year, they have so much to be proud of!! The team expressed their gratitude for the amazing support they received not only at the game, but throughout the season. We’d like to thank all of those who have supported the team and want to congratulate the 1s on their amazing performance. Their team spirits and passion for the club and the game are something to be admired. WELL DONE GIRLS, WE ARE SO PROUD OF YOU <3 <3 <3 #rawr (I love you in dinosaur)

Squad: Amaia Emerson Phoebe Tate Emily Trim Laura Barrett Ash Guest Stella GM Henna Butcher Nancy Gilmartin Liz Robinson Cheyenne Denny Anna Cairns Niamh Carty Sophie Price Keira Madden Man of the match: Henny Penny (the one and only): for leading the team throughout the league and for showcasing her undeniable tekkers and passion. Also for her runs, headers, shots and for never giving up, mwah (xo) Dick of the day:Chicken shed fans: for nearly getting the game abandoned (we’re just passionate Junal!!)