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[browngirlinriyadh]

🥰 “Be prepared to meet a new version of yourself every time you shed another layer of old trauma/conditioning/hurt. As you let go, your likes, dislikes, perspectives and interests will shift. Transformation is natural as you travel the road to greater self awareness, happiness and peace.” - @yung_pueblo 🙌🏽 . . . . . . #beproudofyourself #beproudofyourwork #beproudofhowfaryouvecome #empoweredwomen #pastversionsofme #proudofmygrowth #selfawarenessiskey #selfgrowthjourney #wevecomealongway #beproudofyourprogress #yungpueblo #nikitagill #quoteoftheday #nikitagillquote #yungpuebloquote #onionlayers #selfhealingjourney #selfhealer #innerchildwork #innerchildhealing #personalgrowthjourney #personalgrowth❤️ #graphicdesigner #riyadhdesigner (at Riyadh, Saudi Arabia) https://www.instagram.com/p/CGopna1BBfq/?igshid=1y0oj0rizrvh1

[nanochronicles]

Long before farming or writing was invented, onions were a staple. Onions were even worshipped by ancient Eqyptians, frequently found in body cavities of mummies. Written documents from early centuries of AD describe how important onions were not just used in food, but used in art, medicine, mummification. Ancient Greece even believed onions gave them the strength of Gods. Chopping onions can be unenjoyable due to sulfur compounds, however, when these sulfur compounds and other nutrients are inside your body, they can give protection from heart disease and cancer. Proper selection and storage 🧅 1. When selecting a good onion, look for one that is firm with even-coloured, paper-dry skin. 2. Onions should be stored in a dark and dry place that is well-ventilated. 3. Avoid storing onions in the refrigerator, unless they have been cut. 4. Do not store onions in places with exposure to moisture, specifically near potatoes, because onions can rot quicker when they absorb the potatoes' moisture and gas. "Why do onions make you cry?" 😭😭 Because of the chemical compound in onions, called syn-propanethial-s-oxide, which is released to the air after cutting onions. This stimulates the lachrymal gland so they release tears. To reduce tearing when cutting an onion, 1. Chill the onions for 30 minutes. 2. Cut off the top and peel the outer layers leaving the root end intact. 3. Slice them close to an open flame from a gas stove or a candle 4. Chopping the onion underwater, well that's impractical or you can always try wearing goggles.🦸‍♂️ It's the root end that has the highest concentration of the sulphuric compounds that cause your eyes to tear. 🚜Onions are easy to grow on any kind of soil, any type of weather ecosystem, and were easy to store, dry, and preserve during winters. So don't throw away those roots you cut off, compost it or make an onion garden. If you still have problems with tearing, consider hiring someone to chop the onions🤷 #theonion #onionstories #onionstorage #oniontears #onionlayers #onionchopping #onionfamily #ancientvegetables #onionhistory #onionlover #onionbreath #wildonion #healthylivingblog #cookingtogether #cookingtipsandtricks https://www.instagram.com/p/CDOBytSpDlX/?igshid=1wbkbhrt7gd6u

[themoldyonion]

A close return to the cold resurrection of Winter.

[richbooks101]

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[laurelier]

hello there!!! so i was reading your post about the two ghosts x falling mashup on the setlist and also one of the ones where u were talking to someone about art and h and how it's a form of expression and yea!!! you're right!! he for sure leaves it up to interpretation and i love that and it also does feel like it takes on different menings depending on where u are and who you are, and that's really why i love h's style of songwriting so much. as a musician of sorts and a songwriter we have a similar style of, i think, going into a song thinking about one thing and then looking back at it later after it's completely done and realizing it could be about this thing that's just happened, or a thing that happened that we weren't even thinking about. (or also, writing it and not knowing what it's about until it's done! i do that a lot lmao.) like, the kneejerk reaction of most ppl who've heard my songs is to think they're love songs but they're also letters to myself in the form of letters to other people, and then again they also could be about the rough patch i went through with one of my friends, but then again someone else might interpret it entirely differently and that's totally fine and that's the point of making music, in part: that we get to talk about something personal but no one really will understand the core of what made that song bc it's all up for interpretation. like before reading your post abt it i had thought falling might have been about fighting with a friend/loved one and then having that moment of introspection, but then there's all this possibility of it being really talking to yourself the whole time. what if i'm someone i don't want around? and this whole thing about, why have you been pushing away authenticity, or what is it that you're pushing away? is there anything left when you push away this other part of yourself and all the curtains fall? and it's truly so interesting and beautiful and i'm in my feels about falling again i'm going to go before i get emotional

anyway songs starting out meaning one thing and then changing as you change personally feels like something that happens a lot in h's music, like, no one song ever says the same thing to the same person at different stages of their life, i think. it's just so interesting tbh

Anon I love love love this so so so much. Thank you so much??? For sharing this with me???? You are a songwriter!!! How goddam cool is that!!!!!!! Lemme just link both of those posts you mentioned here boop and boop that's @ialwaysknewyouwerepunk I was talking to in that second one <3

Like, no matter how many times this gets said, that songs have layers of meaning that include the listener, it just. Doesn't get less beautiful. You put it well:

as a musician of sorts and a songwriter we have a similar style of, i think, going into a song thinking about one thing and then looking back at it later after it's completely done and realizing it could be about this thing that's just happened, or a thing that happened that we weren't even thinking about. (or also, writing it and not knowing what it's about until it's done! i do that a lot lmao.)

I'm no artist, but I do write, and every now and then I'll write something and I'll read it back months later and be like, oh shit. I didn't even..... know I was talking about what I was talking about right there until I just reread this. And it's so obvious—it's like, I was so clearly dealing with this certain emotion or experience in that moment and I didn't realize it. (I see this a lot in my early poetry and little short stories and things: personally, I'm writing obliquely about my feelings related to being queer so much of the time, way before I was ever even able to come out to myself).

Dang it it's just so BEAUTIFUL that H shares these songs with so many ears and that songwriters like him and like you are so generous with that because all those onionlayered always-shifting songs and pieces of literature and art become such valuable windows for others into themselves. Like, that moment when you're really moved by something in a poem or a passage in a book or a song, and then you revisit it a while later with a little more perspective and you're like OH hello dear god? There's the inside of my soul just sitting RIGHT there on the page where I underlined it hi. Nice to meet you, part of self I didn't know before.

Artists are the whole world, thank you for sharing your gift. <3

[cresstion-mark]

Mr onionlayers or Seinfeld beesona

GIVE ME ANY TWO FICTIONAL CHARACTERS AND I’LL TELL YOU WHICH I’D RATHER DATE.

The bee will die faster therefore I can collect on insurance.

[iomontecillo]

Karma-Corgie-Onionlayers and firematches “Wolf”mama””. https://www.instagram.com/p/Ce5h5IXse15/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[themoldyonion]

I just really want to go to Niagara Falls and nobody else I know has a passport. *audible sigh*

[rjdavies]

Winter is HERE!

Well there is no hiding from it now, is there? I can’t live in denial that we were going to have an awesome fall until April.

I haven’t been posting lately because I’ve been sick. I am feeling much better now! And now there is snow ...

We got snow here in Sault Ste. Marie two days ago and it was last night that I went on a baking spree. I realized after doing the laundry and cleaning as well as baking that I was nesting ... getting ready for winter and not wanting to leave my house until spring. Unfortuately that is not an option and since I live here in Northern Ontario .... I need to reset this inner clock of mine. Switch gears and prepare for winter because it’s not going anywhere!

I have my christmas tree up and one set of lights on it ... still looking for the rest of my Christmas decorations. I know I put them in a safe place.

Nanowrimo is here I can destract myself with that for the next two weeks, then Christmas and Bon Soo then Winter break! Well now I am starting to feel a little better about this weather ... the only thing better would be if it was spring!

Keep a look out for Book Two coming soon! “Maddox Files: Blurred Lines” and Novella Two coming soon! “Dice Maddox: The Mad Hatter”

Have an awesome week!

R. J. Davies

A Riveting Jacked-In Dreamy Mind-Bender

[rjdavies]

What am I?

Peeling back another onion layer of this autho, R. J. Davies.

I wasn’t hard on the eyes, in my younger years. It use to amused me that I could make men blush at the drop of a hat. Not because I was so unbelievable stop traffic gorgeous! Because I wasn’t, I just wasn’t so hard on the eyes. I was much more fit back then than I am now.

This was in Toronto, same office as I spoke of, as before, I was in the office kitchen at lunch and there was a new intern who was super cute, a few years younger than me but clever. His name is Omar (I have to admit this is one of my favorite names)… I forget the last name or he would have been added to my Facebook. He was a little taller than myself (I’m 5 feet 5 and ¾ inches tall), really nice brown eyes, a great smile, black rim glasses and he was always dress super smart, which was great for a nerdy guy. He came in the kitchen and we were chatting about our weekend plans.

I was just about to leave and he stopped me. He looked at me and said, “you remind me of Winnie the Pooh.”

I laughed and said “What?”

“You know Winnie the Pooh?”

“Oh yes, the fat, lazy, stupid bear,” and I looked at him with a smile.

“No, no, no,” he says quickly.

“Is there another Winnie the Pooh Bear?”

“That’s not what I meant,” he was very concerned with which the direction the conversation had taken.

I said Hmm, and nodded my head.

“I meant you are so cuddle-able. Just someone you would want to hug, he’s friendly, loyal and kind. Plus huggable.”

“Because I’m so fluffy?”

Poor Omar, he was ten shades of red and he wasn’t sure what to say to make it right. I could have let him off the hook there but I pressed my lips together, looked at him in dismay and shook my head. Then walked away.

He came over to my desk and began to apologize. This guy was one of the sweetest people you could meet.  I held my hand up. I smiled and said, “gotcha!” I think it was a mixture of relief and wanting to strangle me at that point.

After that he would slip in Winnie the Pooh to tease me.  

The people at this office were some of the sweetest people ever.

 Recently I had made a comment on someone’s facebook thinking I was being cute and funny. Hoping to illicit a smile. I was Omar. Funny how karma will come back and get you. Well my dear friend, made a comment that I had thought the post was about me. Which couldn’t have been further from the truth. Really this is another one of those social norms I would normally not pick up on unless you say something. I realized he didn’t really know me. First, I would never assume a post on Facebook or any other social media platform was about me unless you specified. Mention me in the comment, tag me, or private message me that the post was meant for me. Otherwise I will think oh well what a coincidence someone is posting something that I needed to hear right now. (I do see a lot of those coincidences I still would never try to guess what you are thinking because I have too many things going on in my own head.) Secondly, I did not get the response I was hoping for. I thought I was just playing. Trying to cheer someone up. In turn I made his day worse for him.

 My take-away is that we always want to leave our friends or acquaintances in a better space when we can. Some people are not in a place to be cheered up and that is not our problem it’s something they are going through. Just let them know you are there if they need to talk.

 Well that’s it for today’s post!

Have an awesome weekend!

 R. J. Davies

 A Riveting Jacked-In Dreamy Mind-Bender

[rjdavies]

I Blame Dragan

Monday and Friday Posts ....

Get to know this author has been a regular post on Monday and Friday.

Today is Tuesday.

Why didn’t I post on Monday?

I’ve been hit with another book idea it started Sunday night and just spilled into Monday. If you are an author you will kow what I mean. If you are not an author, well let me see if I can describe it for you.

Getting a new book idea can come in softly like when you were a kid and your mother reminded you gently about four or five times to pick up your socks or it can come at you like someone turned a radio on and sure it’s an awesome song but it’s a little too loud and you can’t shut it off.

Dragan Corvat started off with a few gentle hints then by Sunday evening it was like the loud radio. I am currently working on two book series right now. “Maddox Files” and “Dice Maddox”.  So when he came to me with the gentle hints I was like nope, sorry buddy I can’t doit. Go find another author. Ususally the characters will go away and find someone else. Dragan Corvat said nope I want you to write my story. So I grabbed a fresh notebook and we settled that I could note evertyhing for now , finish my current project and then work on his.

It’s Tuesday ... I am still taking notes ... it sounds really good ... very science fiction, no romance and there are some really scary scenes.

So we will see where this week leads me.

Have an awesome week!

R. J. Davies

A Riveting Jacked-In Dreamy Mind-Bender

[rjdavies]

It’s Just Not In the Deck

Peeling back another onion layer of this author.

Love Is Not In My Deck

There are some things in life that are just not in the deck of cards for you. Not everyone is going to win the lottery, find that amazing lover, or live happily ever after. Love, finding love, having a fantastic love story to tell my grandchildren, having my cup overflow with love for me by someone who really sees me. These are things that are just not in the cards for me.

Did some soul searching and realized that all the boys and men I have dated no one has really seen me for me. I use to think I was above average intelligence and have come to realize I am border average intelligence wager on the lower end of the grand scale. I have or had this notion that my standards of morals and principles just in general are not the same as everyone else. I have high standards for myself and for those who I care about.

When you do something wrong once and you know it’s wrong but you still go ahead and do it. I get it … there’s the thrill ... the excitement. And when you do it again and possibly again, that is not necessarily a choice but perhaps a character trait or flaw depending on the action.

I am in the midst of getting a divorce but in Canada, you need to be separated for a year before you can apply for the divorce, or at least that is what I have been told by a couple of people. What I have realized is that after doing some more soul searching and realized that I could be in fact paying for spousal support to a man that had cheated on me, not once but at least twice. In all fairness to him, this has happened over ten years ago and he is not the same person. Neither am I. Yet, in the last two years, since his older son moved in. It was like living in a war zone because my stepson wanted to have his father to himself. I have done a lot of things for those who I have loved and still love. Call me weak, call me stupid, or call me gullible. At the end of the day, I was there and stayed. I realized today I was lying to myself, I do have another regret that I hadn’t asked for a divorce sooner. I should have asked for one ten years ago. He has never done this to anyone else and chances are he will never cheat on anyone else. It was just me. So, why was it just me? That is something I will have to figure out. It wasn’t all bad, we had some amazing years together and I have a beautiful son from this relationship.

I had thought I would date but now I think I am going to focus my efforts and energy into my writing and my 12-year-old son.  Dating is not in the card for this girl. Not anytime soon or even in the foreseeable future.

Have a great week! Happy Monday!

R. J. Davies

A Riveting Jacked-In Dreamy Mind-Bender

[rjdavies]

Are We Alone?

Peeling back another onion layer of this author.

Are we alone in this universe?

The answers being yes or no are equally unnerving.

I don’t think we are alone. This is my opinion. I don’t have to see to believe.

There are claims that there are 5 different alien species walking among us.  5? I have also heard stories of 80 different alien species have visited, Earth at some point or are still here.

Just because you don’t see something doesn’t mean it doesn’t exist. Dark matter, black holes, and the dark side of the moon … I have never been to the other side of this planet but I know it’s there.  I know that the Earth is round and we are living on this little tiny rock that spins wildly around a giant ball of fire.

If aliens are not real … that means in this whole entire galaxy and more importantly this vast universe … we are alone … Let that sink in for a minute. There is no one but us floating in space, we are merely a blink of an eye in the grand scheme of things.  Our existence won’t even be a memory for anyone.

If aliens are real and they have visited Earth it is just a matter of time before we have the staged “First Encounters” “First Contact” and to me it would make perfect sense to send in a crew to investigate and observe before you make that initial move of befriending them.

Now also consider, scientists have observed wild life in their environments. When you observe something you are entering their environment and are changing them and their environment, just by observing them. So, if we are, being visited by aliens we are influence by their presence even on a microscopic level. Even if they do not interact with us but are merely observing us … crop circles, ufos, etc.

It would be foolish to ignore some of the evidence that our ancestors or people who have walked on this Earth before us. They had knowledge of our solar system, they had knowledge that goes beyond our planet, if they were so primitive and we are so advance; there are a few questions that pop into my head. How did they acquire this knowledge? Are we in fact descendents of aliens?

I absolutely love the “What if …” factors that can come out of this conversation.

 Have an awesome weekend!

 R. J. Davies

A Riveting Jacked-In Dreamy Mind-Bender

[rjdavies]

Babies! Who wouldn’t want babies?

Peeling back another onion layer of this author.

Who doesn’t love babies?

I have heard that an author is not complete unless she/he has a cat. I don’t have a cat. My son has a cat called spikey. He loves his kitty daddy to bits! Me? Not so much so, he will bite me, get under my feet and when I am home alone he will wander around the house meowing “hello” as if I wasn’t here. Every once in a while he’ll grace me with that look of distain. Spikey and I are not friends but we are family.

We like to take trips every so often and we go out. My son thought his cat was lonely and decided we needed a playmate for him. I took the stance that he was a cat, they like solitude, they don’t need playmates.  His dad heard his pleas and thought yes we should have another one and the new kitten would be his cat. So, I said fine. One more I said, as long as it’s a boy kitten since Spikey is not fixed. My husband and two boys did not want to get Spikey fixed they thought it was too cruel. He is a house cat and only got out on us once! So I conceded. We got another cute little boy cat. Or so we thought he was a boy cat. As it turns out our little boy cat was a female cat. She got pregnant. Now they see that there is a need to have your pets fixed and it’s not mean. At least they are on the same page as me! A little late but something I can work with.

However, now we are plagued with a new issue. My husband and I have separated. He doesn’t want the female cat. I now am the proud owner of one female baby momma.  She gave birth last night to four beautiful kittens.

My son is so excited he wants to keep them all. If we keep just one … the cats are going to out number the humans in our new household. My calling them fur worms has not dampened his request. I have him talked down to maybe two. I know we will be keeping at least one if not two. They are adorable. But doing the math, my son is going on 12. Spikey is three years old, Orin is one and now two new kittens. Six years from now my son is going to be looking at post-secondary school, here or away. I will be a proud mom, single and saddled with four cats. I’ll be the crazy cat lady and I’ll never have sex again! Who would want to date a crazy cat lady and on the other side of that coin what crazy cat lady is going to want to date a man who is interested in dating the crazy cat lady?

I chuckle at the thought. He is really working me over here too. I was even called a baby thief because I want to find good homes for those cute little fur worms.

I still have a few weeks to decide.

Have an awesome weekend!

R. J. Davies

A Riveting Jacked-In Dreamy Mind-Bender