#solosouling

[jmcanimation]

Quick warm-up before getting to other stuff today, but kinda dig the vibe #painting #paintedlady #artwarmup #paintsketch #artistsoninstagram #art #solosoul #searchingformymuse (at West Vancouver, British Columbia) https://www.instagram.com/p/CoA3OhfSE3e/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[deepakpandeyjr-blog]

I am currently #unsupervised . . . . #solosoul #solosouljourney #solosoulja #solosoultrip #solosoulflow #solosouls #solosoulsearch #solosoulsearching #solosoulblogger #solosouling #solosoultime #solosoulman #solosoulsearcher #solosoultravel #solosoulyy #solosoulride #solosoulshred #solosouloner #solosoulsession #solosoumate (at 3rd Eye Photography) https://www.instagram.com/p/BsKkKvxnmOd/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=1ggnsdyqyhuej

[themoonsoulsworld]

Whenever i think of how far I have come all by myself, with the guidence of the universe, I go week in my knees, realizing how magical and powerful the laws of universe are.

[yourdoseofomar]

Take me back to this beautiful island with all the beautiful people... • • • • • • • #kohrong #island #islandboys #cambodia #solobackpacker #backpackers #livelife #backpacker #nofilter #osantana #s8tography #solotraveller #backpacking #lovelife #solosoul #boatlife #skydome #ocean (at Koh Rong Island, Cambodia)

[misunderstoodkings]

@solo---soul

Sometimes Prism liked to visit his old home, well...what he considered a home, in Waterfall. It wasn’t the best part of his life, but there were still plenty of memories attached to it. He especially liked how his vibrant wings shone in the darkness of the Echo Flower path.

Today, for the first time ever, he ran into another moth. He thought he was the only one in the entire Underground. He tried his best to greet the other, a blush on his face. “Um....hi....I’ve never seen another....moth before.....”

[aafiatechnologies]

Good old days! These pictures were captured by a traffic warden- 🤐 #dosti #solosoulroadie #murree #jheekagali #azadi #soloride #haymaze #restless #rides #enjoyinglife #eyecatching #rain #slipknot #skid #musafir #highlights #ambitious #solosoul #soloroadie #international #official #tourist #sports #twowheels #lifestyle #livelife #lively @musaafironfoot @musafironbike #hurrah (at Jhika Gali) https://www.instagram.com/p/B4UgIFcgn5m/?igshid=1jao5f5lp3n0j

[lionelcampionphotographe]

#flagey #thewriter #thepoet #thefair #solosoul #dontdisturb #innercity #fairtruck #foodtruck #truck #trucks #caravan #caravans #brussels #bruxelles #ixelles #belgique🇧🇪 #belgium #igbelgium #cellphonepic #nofilter #lionelcampionphotographe (à Place Flagey) https://www.instagram.com/p/BxcEkDpIrnv/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=1aibbllaubrhr

[sedulityoutfits]

New Outfit has been published on http://www.imvuoutfits.com/77455323

77455323

Outfit styled by #SoloSoul Attributions: Top by #lVindy Bottom by #Jiq Shoes by #Daisuki Hair by #Xiu Head by #Heads Skin by #EyeCandiFem Tags: #imvu #sedulity #imvuoutfits #imvufashion #fashion #90s #90s_jeans #BLVCK #Lisa #Nia #Pouty #Pouty_Head #Saved #Saved_The_90s_BLVCK #The #blaq #jeans

[viktoropalmoon]

Royalblood “Barney” (Gelding)

Starstone (Mare)

Goldfall (Mare)

Solosoul (Mare)

Eveninghope “Ebony” (Mare)

Nobleeye “Dynamite” (Mare)

Ravenblood “Raven” (Gelding)

[silentnotprotagonist-blog]

@solo---soul

His day’s been crap to say the least. For one, he fell down a hole in the mountain, then he had to run through some ruins, then he froze his butt off in some underground snow... and now? He’s lost inside a cave inside a cave. Oh and he’s still lost. Wonderful. He’s run into a few different creatures along the way, but this is by far the strangest one he’s seen so far. 

A human?? What is a human doing here? He won’t bother trying to hide. He’s too bewildered to hide anyway.

[the-unexplored-world-blog]

#undisputedarea #undisputedplace #indochinaborderroad #chusulsector #1962war #rezanglawarmemorial #biker #travelgenes #travelwithbuddha #travel #travellove #favouriteroute #bestfeelingever #bestinthebusiness #offroad #offroader #traveller #exploringplaceswithgopro #exploringtheglobe #explorer #triptoladakh #tripper #trippyexplorer #trippytraveller #trippytrip #trippyroute #royalenfield #thunderbird500 #solo #solotraveler #solotravel #solosoul #peace #peaceteacher #peacefinder #bikerlife #heaven #paradise #worldwithinaworld #mtc @royalenfield @royal.bikers @stay_royal_live_enfield @royalenfieldmotorcycles @royalenfieldbeasts @royalindiandevotes @bestexhaustwrap @moto_mate @motososyal @natgeotravellerindia @travelrealindia @eagleriderindia @offroadsindia @travellers_daily_smiles @tripotocommunity @instahimachal @india.clicks @lonelyplanetindia @highways.of.india @nomadsofindia @humhimachalihaiyaar @himparadiseofficial @himalayasarecalling @paradise @ladakh_mototouring @leh.ladakh

[jmcanimation]

Blocking in some shapes for my first largei-ish painting in maybe a decade, forgot how much fucking fun painting on large canvas is....off to buy more paint #painting #ladyface #abstractart #portrait #dreamgirl #westvancouver #solosoul #searchingformymuse #paintedlady #art (at West Vancouver, British Columbia) https://www.instagram.com/p/Cn-q6ZNPy28/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[lalitpantphotography-blog]

evening @rishikesh #sunset #laxmanjhula #eveningclick #rishikesh #solotraveller #solosoul #spiritofrishikesh #rishikeshspirit #homeuttrakhand #exploringuttrakhand #exploreuttrakhand #meandnikon #indiawithnikon #nikon #capturingsunsets #beautyofrishikesh #beautyofnature

[fieldsjessica]

Finn, Fiona and Imogen

“Good day, young fella, what may I do fer ya?” asked the sweet faced old woman at her door.

“I’ve come seeking a room to let,” I said in reply.

“Ay then, ya’ better have a look. Follow on.” Turning she added, “If’n you’ll latch the door behind.”

Up three dark shabby flights we treaded and at the top a single door. From her ample bosom she pulled a single key and applied it with a tug. Inside a surprisingly light drenched room with a sink, water closet, a lumpy looking bed and the skyline of Dublin gloriously splayed below.

“I’ll take it now, if I may. How much do you need?”

“Four pound a week, 12 if you’re wantin’ breakfast and dinner,” she replied. “And no cookin’ other than tea in here, ya’ understand?

“Yes, ma’am, I’d rather take my meals with you, and are there others?”

Yes, yes, you’ll see. Supper, then, is at six sharp and I’ll not beg nor even call you to sit. And, I’ll be wantin’ the money now, in advance. What is your name, lad, how d’ya come to be called?”

“It is Finn ma’am, and you?”

“Oh, oh!!!” she shouted while running out the room, “ me roast, it’s Ovenwith!” She’d left without her money. Trusting I’d see her at six, I closed the door and tried the tap for hot water. A little chunky and decidedly brown, it sputtered and spat then ran somewhat clearer but not in the least bit warm, so I pulled some and put on the kettle. Preparing to pour a bowl of nearly clean water in which to wash I stripped my shirt, just then a soft knock fell upon the door. Assuming it to be Mrs. Ovenwith, I opened. To both our surprise, there I stood half naked before the most breathtaking red headed woman I had ever laid my eye upon. Her eyes lit on my bare chest while simultaneously she blushed. Turning, she scattered off without one word. I called after but to no effect. Ah well, perhaps I’ll see her at dinner, I surely hoped so.

It’s only even barely begun and I’m awash in a sea of questions, clues, perhaps even half rememberances. Dare I think so? The house, the skyline, an ample fragrant grandmother smell, a beautiful redheaded woman with lily white porcelain skin and soft cloud blue eyes looking in at me. Ah, well, only time shall tell.

The water kettle began to whistle. I cleaned up, then tried out the very lumpy bed. Though travel weary I could not sleep so I set out for a long walk, lunch and a pint at the furthest pub along my sojourn way into the back streets and allies of the ancient city. Sitting there in the dim room over an empty plate and half full mug I observed, well eavesdropped really, three old fellas fast at a game of one-ups-man-ship . . . tall tales and outrageous lies, so they implied or perhaps I inferred.

I couldn’t believe my ears as one recounted the occurrence, not thirty years ago, of three mysterious disappearances all n one stormy night. A certain wealthy landholder, his squire son and also the child of a beautiful young commoner — all vanished that night without a trace, never again to be seen. The story unfolded thus: the young squire bedded a commoner, a young widow of uncommon beauty known as Imogen, who hence bore a son. The coward would not step forward to take responsibility or even quietly acknowledge his offspring and heir. Of course, the poor young mother was besmirched, ostracized by her community and broken hearted. She truly believed it to be true love and just once let down her guard.

Imogen’s mother, who had been abandoned by her husband in childbirth, took great pity on her daughter’s plight and, despite the town’s abject disapproval, allowed Imogen to keep the child and raise her at home with her young daughter, Fiona. They lived with the mark and refused to be beaten, until one storm torn winter night in a terror of wind and rain the door to their domicile was blown down. In all of the clatter and scramble and confusion neither mother nor daughter saw the boy stolen away into the night. Throughout the following days, weeks and months the mystery was never solved, and furthermore, on that very same night both the landholder and his son had gone missing with obvious blood stained signs of struggle and dastardly doings.

I longed to stay longer, to ask questions and to determine the possible whereabouts of the alleged estate but, even more, I wished not to miss my first dinner, to pay Mrs. Ovenwith and to meet her guests, so I took my leave. All the way back his story made me think, could this thing actually have happened?

Something’s brought me here that I’ve not yet told you, so I suppose now’s as good a time as any. I never knew my mother and my father was a stranger in a strange land. You see, I grew up from the time I remember in New Orleans, Louisanna, USA. My father was an elegant man, aloof and superior. He never would tell me about our family except that we were from Ireland which, of course, was obvious by his manner of speech and mine to some extent. We lived well but estranged. Everything about him was remote, and he was filled with an emptiness that could never be dislodged, even to his dying breath. Yet, he held me, always, close to him, not wanting me to grow up, to become independent. When he passed I was left a small fortune and the ample home in which we lived, and also an empty orphaned feeling of my own, inside. I searched his belongings for clues to our past and only this did I find: an address in Dublin and a photo of the most beautiful young woman and her carbon copy girl child.

Reaching for the latch, the my lodging door flew open and once again, this wonderful creature! “Oh, here we are agin’, she exclaimed. “At least, this time you are not naked.”

“I was not! Am I on time for dinner and will you attend?”

“Go right through,” she replied on her way out.

In the dining room, seven guests were taking their seats while Mrs. Ovenwith carried in two giant platters of fine smelling fare. “Oh, there ya’ are, young fella. Welcome, sit yourself and we’ll get started. Make your acquaintances around . . . ha, here you are Fiona! Have ya’ made acquaintance with Finn?”

Back in my room at the top of the stairs, with full belly and swirling head, I began to reel and feel woozie. I lied upon the lumpy bumpy bed and pulled out the one relic of my past, the tattered black and white photograph. Surely this could be none other than Fiona, I thought. She looks exactly like this mother in my picture some thirty years past. Impossible! Improbable to be sure, but if it is so, could it mean that the story in the pub actually is true? Could it have been my own father who disappeared on that stormy night, could it have been me who was stolen from this very house, the same child that was stolen from under Imogen and her mother’s noses? And where did the old man go? My head throbbed in crashing, clashing thoughts and feelings, questions and inexplicable posits. Somewhere deep within, I nearly remembered my mother, my grandmother, my sister, my home. They’ve thought me dead and gone, I’m sure, but here I am quite alive, and wanting nothing more than to transcend my orphan story — to reconnect, to reknit the fabric of my life, my people — to rewrite my destiny, not as a lone and lonely solo soul, but as a thread in an Irish family quilt.

Over the next two weeks time I got to know Mrs. Ovenwith and Fiona a bit better. We became friends, I would even say. One day I screwed up my courage and asked about the story of the missing child, the landholder and his son, the squire. Mrs. Ovenwith’s hand froze in the sink as I watched closely. Her back grew straight and taught, slowly turning to me the old woman said, “It is the great heartbreak of our family that our tiny Fion was disappeared. My daughter Imogen died of the grief of it long before her death. At first, we were accused of devil’s play and all sort of evils. Now Fiona and me’s all there’s left but we make the best of our lot and life, in any case.”

From my breast pocket I pulled my precious relic saying only, “My father died two months ago, and all I am left of my history was your address and this picture. What do you make of it?”

Jessica Fields © June 6, 2018

[jmcanimation]

Sketching/looking for a cool vibe for maybe a series of larger works on canvas. What do you think, yah, or burn it? #drawing #painting #art #watercolor #inkdrawing #solosoul #ideasearching #sketching (at West Vancouver, British Columbia) https://www.instagram.com/p/CmpYxHJyzc6/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[sedulityoutfits]

New Outfit has been published on http://www.imvuoutfits.com/77455024

77455024

Outfit styled by #SoloSoul Attributions: Top by #Dosen Bottom by #Nobody Shoes by #Dashing Hair by #MrsKitty Head by #Maertice Skin by #Zephyr Tags: #imvu #sedulity #imvuoutfits #imvufashion #fashion #Aaliyah #Aaliyah_Black #Attitude #Basic #Black #Boots #Favorite #Favorite_Boots #High #JFK #Jacket #Oversized #Oversized_Jacket #Sara #Sara_JFK #Xsm #Xsm_Basic_High_Black