Tuesday, 10 March 2015

32 Of The Most Beautiful Words In The English Language

I asked Twitter for their favourite words. Here are some of the suggestions, along with some of mine…

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Suggested by @MarkGrainger.
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Suggested by @gaminette, @ImolaUnger.
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A Welsh word without direct English translation, and utterly beautiful. Thanks, Wales.
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Suggested by @samahrium.
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Suggested by @jiangyin.
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Suggested by @sophiespecial.
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Suggested by @readbecka.
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32. And finally, a word that embiggens the soul:

And finally, a word that embiggens the soul:
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Suggested by @Ankaman616.

Friendly reminder for the ~purists~ – all words were made up at some point.


Plus, many words in use in the English language were borrowed from other languages. They still count as being part of the English language…

Monday, 9 March 2015

Cleaning





F*ck It (& 4 Other Mantras for When Things Get Tough). ~ MaiLynn Stormon-Trinh

Via MaiLynn Stormon-Trinhon Jun 8, 2014
Meditation Waterfall
Warning: plenty of F-bombs up ahead!

Sometimes, often actually, I forget that I am powerful.

I lose hope. I give into depression, anxiety and the million nagging questions that scream through my head demanding to know what hell I am doing with my life.
I’ve traveled all over the world and have gone on long silent meditation retreats looking for solace. I’ve seen therapists and psychiatrists. I’ve swallowed both antidepressants and alcohol as wishful remedies.
Through all this, I’ve learned that as much as my thoughts can cause me pain, they can also lead to my salvation. I’ve cultivated my own faith based on five positive messages. Call them mantras, personal life mottos or supplications to the divine. In any case, these messages, along with my best intentions, have helped me find courage and strength during difficult times.

1. Accelerate through the chaos.

I learned this mantra while studying theatre in college. From an acting point of view, it is about being able to stay focused on the moment as it unfolds, despite a gawking audience and a co-star who’s screwed up their lines. A good actor is able to forget the moronic fight she had with her equally moronic boyfriend just hours before the show. She is able to move gracefully through the chaos of the outside world in order to connect totally to the character she is embodying.
My acting days are long behind me but this mantra echoes through my life all the time. After all, as the grand William Shakespeare proclaimed, “All the world’s a stage” and we constantly face the challenge of staying with ourselves as mania unfolds around us.
When life presents me stress, anxiety and pressures, this phrase helps remind me that there are things in this world I cannot control, should not ignore and will never be able to change.
I must accept these truths in order not to lose myself in the madness.

2. I am a fucking unicorn.

The first elephant journal article I ever read just happened to be one of the few pieces of online writing that has irrevocably changed my life. I won’t explain too much about it, since Bryonie Wise says it best herself in “I’m a F*cking Unicorn. (Or 10 Things to do when you get fired for the first time).”
I stumbled upon Bryonie’s words during a time in my life when I felt an overwhelming sense that I was repressing things within myself for the sake of fitting in. This, my friends, is a painful, painful way of living.
These thoughts might always be a struggle for me. I still sometimes feel alienated by my surroundings or like I don’t belong, but it is immensely helpful to consider that perhaps the reason why I don’t quite fit in is because I am a magical, mystical unicorn and everyone else is horse, mule or a common ass (pun intended).
This saying does more than help me remember to stay true to myself. It makes me feel pride in who I am. I am a fucking unicorn.

3. Deep inside me, there is an inner reservoir of vitality.

I have one of my long time yoga teachers to thank for this gem of a mantra. My teacher introduced this saying into my life during the middle of a difficult asana flow sequence that had many of us sweating, gasping for breath and feeling like we were going to crumble into the earth below us. Her words kept me going.
There are moments when I feel like things are just too damn hard. That I am stuck. That I have too little energy to pull myself up and out of the rut I’ve been holed up in. And then I remember: I am here. I am alive because deep inside of me, I have this reserved pool of strength that will always be available for me to drink from, no matter how parched and tired I get.
Here is my advice to those who suffer from depression and don’t know this already: inside of us is an ocean of health, trust me. The moment before things become too much to bear, our little toe, or the smallest part of ourselves, will find the waters of this shoreline.
Knowing that there is this innate strength inside myself has been immensely helpful for me during my darkest hours.

4. I want to live a big, new, happy, free, unusual life.

In my early adolescence, I found a book entitled: A Big New Free Happy Unusual Life sitting on my mother’s bookshelf. The cover of the book illustrated a woman walking down a road, kicking up her heels in a fit of joy. I remember thinking to myself that,  “Yes, this is what I want for my life.”
I’ve never met anyone who actively seeks a boring, small, average life. However, so many of us are brought up in a society that only teaches us to live a life that is just this.
I have to actively push myself to go against the grain, take risks and to spread my wings as much as I can. It’s not always easy, in fact it is never easy, but by god, I don’t want to look back on things and realize I said “no” to life. The way to prevent this is to never settle too long with boredom.
Try pretty much anything. Be open. Be bold.

5. Fuck it.

Crass, yes, but I’ve found this phrase to be possibly the most profound two words ever strung together.
I cultivated “fuck it” as my life’s motto during a particularly free-spirited but challenging time in my life.
It’s sort of like the non-corporate, vulgar version of Nike’s “Just Do It,” or the mellower, “Why not?” phrase that we often take and give as words of encouragement to be brave, take chances and follow our passions.
There is something in this phrase that is incredibly liberating. These words somehow belittle the monstrosity of a challenge. Saying it also makes me feel so damn cool, calm and collected even when taking the biggest of risks.
“Fuck it” is behind all of my great travels and adventures. It has been there for me when I resolved to quit jobs that weren’t good for me. It resides in me every time I sit down to write, something I find utterly fulfilling, but also utterly difficult and scary. “Fuck it” has opened my world up to love and relationships. It makes me feel like even life’s toughest decisions are never final (which, mostly, they aren’t).
Next time when feeling afraid of making a leap, go on, try whispering these two small words.
Those who are anything like me, might often forget how infinitely powerful they are. It may take a few encouraging words before it resonates how brave and beautiful they really are. So I urge everybody to find their own mantras.

Accelerate through the mess in this world.

Wear the unicorn horn with pride.

Prove that dancing is always possible, even with a heart ache.

Because fuck it, why not?


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The Barking Blondes: Crufts 2015

Joanne Good and Anna Webb
Jo and Anna Podium  1024x797 The Barking Blondes: Crufts 2015As with any beauty pageant, this year’s Crufts had its dark side.
We aired our fifth outside broadcast live from Crufts at the NEC last week.
Since 2009 and the reaction to the Panorama documentary, Pedigree Dogs Exposed, we have been the only BBC presence at the largest dog show in the world.
So we eagerly enquired of the host, The Kennel Club, as to what has been done to deal with the issues raised in the afore mentioned documentary. Issues such as the in breeding and over exaggerated features causing ill health and poor quality of life to some breeds.
Both our bull breeds were included. The Bulldog has been over-bred to have a massive wrinkle almost covering its nostrils that limits its breathing capacity hugely. Its stocky shape has been exaggerated so that Bulldogs can’t even give birth naturally, which has to be wrong. The Bull Terrier is criticised for its big ‘egg’ head – the list goes on……..
The Kennel Club was formed in the late 1800’s to register and oversee the well-being of pedigrees as an advisory body. They make standards and recommendations to dog breeders, like the AA does for motorists.
Since the Panorama documentary massive investment by the Kennel Club has provided genetic testing for a host of congenital conditions across hundreds of breeds. In collaboration with the Animal Health Trust using modern science to improve the health of the dogs they breed through health testing.
To encourage breeders to use these tests The Kennel Club has introduced its Assured Breeders Scheme where members are vetted and proof of testing their breeding stock is mandatory. They’re also invited to use a free Kennel Club service that helps promote genetic diversity. With a wide gene pool and a low in-breeding co-efficient, dogs are likely to be healthier.
It is up to the individual breeders to embrace change and be committed to the health of their breed. Only a ‘united front’ from breeders will bring change and reduce any ‘extreme’ physical features in breeds like the Bulldog.
The Kennel Club urge prospective buyers to research a breed and individual puppy before buying it. Apart from ensuring that you’re choosing the right breed for your lifestyle and home environment, its essential to be very wary of any dogs for sale on popular internet sites.
However, this wasn’t the most contentious issue at this years Crufts.
The joint owner of an Irish setter which died at its home in Belgium the day after Crufts….says she fears the dog MAY  have been poisoned at the event.
A spokesperson from The Kennel Club says they are saddened to hear of the animal’s death and will work with the police to help investigation.
One of the joys of Crufts is that you can mingle with the exhibitors….and long may that continue. The thought of them all becoming “out of bounds “ is unimaginable.
There are also alarming images on social network of an international dog owner, ill treating his dog in the carpark.
None of the above has been proved…….and lets hope there is an acceptable explanation to all of it.
But our gut feeling is the Hollywood block buster , comedy movie “Best In Show” …is taking on more and more significance.…..Another case of human beings continually letting themselves down and failing to learn from Mans Best friend



Barking Blondes by Jo Good & Anna Webb, published by Hamlyn, £12.99 www.octopusbooks.co.uk
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Sunday, 8 March 2015

When He Looks at Me, I Look Back. {Poem}

Via on Mar 8, 2015
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I get up in the morning
and I pull on my shorts
and the hair on my legs
is yellow
and shines in the sun
And the birds are shouting
their lungs out
and I cram down
my cornflakes
And I run across the street
And I am out of breath
when I knock on his door
And his mother comes
and stands
behind the screen
and I ask her
if my friend can come out
to play
And he
is already there
in the hallway
waiting for me
And he has his play shoes on
and he comes crashing
through the screen door
and I hear it slam
and bang
behind us
And the two of us
leap off the porch
and fly
back across the street
behind the houses
to the vacant lot
to play
in our fort
And when our mothers call us in
for lunch
We’re both sweaty
And we both smell
like playing outside smells
And our hands are dirty
And my friend looks at me
and his eyes are grey.
and I look back.
And for the rest of our lives
we both know
that’s what
it feels like
when we fall in love.


Float on, Tiny Dancer. {Funny Dog Obituary}

Via on Mar 6, 2015

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In November 2014, rather to my surprise, I adopted a Great Pyrenees that was being held in a shelter and headed for certain doom. I did not get to have him for long—turned out he was a hospice case—but in our short time together he filled my heart and made countless friends via his blog. He passed in late February 2015 but, as the saying goes, will live on in my heart forever. Here is his obituary:

Justice Tweedy, known by all simply as Tiny, decided it was time to go on February 23, 2015.

He also decided he would float on whilst his human was several hours away—perhaps to spare her that hard feeling that comes at the moment of crossing.
He died in the loving arms of his amazing sitter, Anne, who just that morning sent along some great pictures of him and a report about how he was (as he always was): gliding through the house, a big furry cloud.
While his exact birth date and story of origin remains a mystery, it is believed that Tiny was 2,000 years old when he passed. Which means that he saw a whole lot in his life including, rumour has it, the bar mitzvah of Jesus. It is also believed that he was the father of every Great Pyrenees pup born in the last several hundred years.
How and when he got to Williamson County remains unclear, but he was found wandering along a road in Round Rock in late November 2014. His human’s smart aleck ex-boyfriend thought it would be funny to tag her (the human) in a photo of Tiny that appeared on Facebook, surely knowing that this would be all it took for her to zip up there and adopt him. That’s just what happened.
Prior to his adoption, Tiny’s brief time in the shelter and at a veterinarian’s office in Georgetown really sucked. On the bright side—despite the intent of the vet to de-ball him—his clear suffering and fragility left them no choice but to skip surgery and allow him to remain intact.
Tiny never met a floor he didn’t enjoy shitting on like a pony, leaving astoundingly magnificent mountains of poo throughout his house. Cleaning up after him was no trouble (well, not too much trouble) because in addition to these gifts, he gave so many others.
Tiny was a genius meditator, a fabulous patroller of borders, and a world champion drooler. (Just the other day he drooled a strand so long it landed on the face of his sister, Rebound, connecting them for a few moments in a way that was both pretty gross but terribly endearing.)
Anne reports that Tiny had an incredibly comfortable last day and that his last moments were pretty awesome, all things considered. He just went outside, laid down in the yard, and let go. Anne also points out that the weather was perfect—nice and cold the way Great Pyrenees prefer it, so that these last breaths were breaths of chilly air.
Tiny is survived by:
His sister Rebound, who had a look on her face when the human got home that suggested, “Don’t look at me! I swear to God I had nothing to do with it.”
His brother Dante, who is trying hard to not act excited that he no longer has to be the middle dog (which he sort of hated).
His human Spike, whom he selflessly rescued and showed—just by being—what “chilled” looks like. She has yet to fully grasp the concept. But in light of the stunning amount of love pouring in, she is making a vow to keep trying to focus on the positive and stop getting sucked into the negative (which does, regrettably, still happen sometimes).
His legions of internet fans, so many of whom took time to read his weekly updates and send good vibes. It is, without a doubt, these vibes that sustained Tiny for his last three months. That may not sound like a long time, but given what bad shape he was in when he got to Austin, it is really nothing short of a miracle.
In lieu of bones, it is requested that anyone wishing to honor Tiny’s memory please make a donation to an animal shelter or rescue group. Or, if you can, adopt a senior dog.
Yes, it’s heartbreaking to lose them after a short stay, but it is so worth it to have them in your lives. You could also just skip all of that and go up to a stranger and lovingly scratch him or her on the nose today—getting his nose scratched was Tiny’s second greatest talent, right behind shitting in the house.
Every night Tiny went to sleep on his own little memory foam bed, a gift from his Auntie Keavy. He loved that bed so much. And every night his human would lie down on the floor and spoon his big furry body and whisper to him, “It’s okay, Tiny. You’re home and you’re safe.” It’s the best any of us can hope for—to be home and to be safe.
Tiny is home now. And he’s safe. And high f*cking five—he still has his balls.
Thank you to everyone for caring so much for this big guy. Special thanks to the team of friends who rushed in to assist Anne when I was too far away to get home in time to help. And thank you to everyone—friends and strangers alike—who messaged me while I was on the long drive home, offering to go and be there with Tiny and Anne. I love you all. Oh how Tiny helped us all to feel the love.
Float on, Tiny Dancer. I loved you so much Big Guy. Always will.
In deepest gratitude,
Spike.

10 Ways to be Truly Elegant.

Via on Mar 6, 2015

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“Would you like to know how to be truly happy?” my mother once asked me, as she dangled a long stalk of celery in one hand and a silver-plated spoon in the other.

I climbed up onto her warm lap and answered, “No mama, but does it have something to do with playing?”
“In a way,” she said in a winsome manner. “Life is like playing happy, and about playing all of your cards in an elegant fashion.”
A very long time ago when “time” didn’t neither seemed to start or stop, and when I was a dimpled imp of a girl…my only job in the world was to follow elegant women around houses of wood and tiled and carpeted floors, with the tip-tap-tapping of my Mary Jane black patent leather shoes as I tried to copy their every graceful footstep.
My first black and white memory is of my mother’s glowing face as she talked endlessly in the kitchen about why “being elegant and kind” was what being a beautiful woman really was all about.
“Never mind all that talk about wearing expensive shiny lipstick, having a fancy bedazzled purse, or carrying on about that box seat at the opera you didn’t get,” she said, as she swayed from side to side. It is really about how you carry yourself and how you just know you are always important.”
What did she mean?
I wondered this as I stared up at her billowing skirts flowered with colors of lavender and red, layered with soft fitted sweaters that captured her long white neck, stranded by a single string of pearls.
I said, “Yes Mama,” and tried my best to copy her walk, her manner of talk, and even fastened bobby pins to my curly thick hair that would never grow as long and sleek as hers.
She often hummed in a sing-song voice about having a gentle presence, and how I should always hold my head up high, no matter what commentary I received.
“Elegant ladies pay no mind to ignorant or ugly talk,” she said, languishing between one room and another while her feet glided like a dancer’s.
I first fell in love with this notion of supreme elegance during summers spent at our worn, seaside Southern California home. During the coldest and most foggy of mornings, as well as in the passing of sunsets that crisped burning and golden into my eyes, I understood the beauty of an elegant soul.
On some Sundays, my siblings and I would lilt amongst the never-wilted and salted gardens while we read German and English Fairy Tales by the Brothers Grimm, poetry by Yeats, and stories by Rudyard Kipling. We would snack on homemade sandwiches that seemed to magically grow right out of our small refrigerator.
But what we did was never nearly important or as meaningful as how we did it, and that was with a sense of grace mixed with class, confidence and a humble manner.
My mother and grandmothers were my greatest sources of inspiration when it came to possessing these qualities, especially “elegance.”
They were my female heroes, my woman warriors of faith who never failed me, whom I looked up to endlessly for every measure of self confidence and degree of style and class even when I had not a penny to my name, or felt entirely vulnerable and defeated.
This is why “real life” role models are so imperative and invaluable for us all.
For my own daughters, I have grown to admire their youthful poses and adventurous spirits. But I also cameo the elegant women of my life so as to give them the gifts of a time that has all but vanished from their reality.
At the end of the day, I do not want their role models to be the YouTube star of the moment, makeup tutorial tips by made-over robots, members of Kardashian clan, or the most popular girls at school with the most expensive clothes and fastest of cars.
I have assumed the responsibility that it is my duty to show them through real action just how happy and glorious a truly elegant woman can be.
Here are ten ways to be truly elegant, with advice from my mentors, loved ones… and maybe even one or two from yours truly.

1. Always walk like you know exactly where you are going.

Once a week, my mother could often be seen leaving the house with a hat and billowing coat as she walked into the sun. It turns out that she often had no specific plans, but that she intended to “always” have a fabulous time on her personal outings, which she claims she did.

2. If someone throws an insult your way, reply with wit.

Recently, a so-called friend told me that I was too old to worry any more about so-called vain pursuits that may include daily yoga and moisturizers. I answered that while she may be right, I would continue to make an old fool out of myself anyway. Then I swished away with a smile.

3. Dress in a style that says who you are.

In the past, I often followed trends only to find myself feeling “not myself.” But today, I dress for myself and always feel confident when wearing a skirt and heels, even when just going to the market. This is my style, and I have learned to wear it with a “no apologies” attitude.

4. Never allow anyone to make you feel small.

Whenever someone puts you down, they are really just projecting the feelings they feel about themselves. Just look kindly into their eyes with your bright ones and reply, “Thank you, I will take your opinion under advisement. Have a fabulous day!”

5. If a someone compliments you, kindly say “thank you.”

I cannot remember how many hundreds of times I have witnessed women and young hopefuls wince and make ugly faces when complimented in even the nicest and most respectful of ways, as if they are somehow being attacked. Simply saying “Thank You” and continuing your day is an elegant gift to yourself and the lovely complimenter.

6. Always take time for yourself.

There is no excuse for “not” taking care of yourself. If you get enough sleep, personal time, ( even 15 minutes extra a day) and individual space to take care of your needs, you’ll feel more confident and elegant. You are also more likely to treat others with more kindness. Practicing care is the most un-selfish thing you can do.

7. Stay away from gossip.

Nothing is less attractive than an attractive woman who habitually gossips. It is more lovely to go out of the way to compliment other women, even behind their backs. This is the test of a beautiful and elegant woman, inside and out.

8. Treat everyone with respect and admiration.

When no one is looking, it is how you treat others that truly says who are are. For example, I tell my daughters this often and attempt to teach by example. Whether saying hello to a homeless woman, a seasoned police man, to a window washer or a window company CEO, treat them with civility and compassion. This is elegance at its most apparent.

9. Only apologize if you are sincere.

Not too long ago, I continually apologized automatically when something went wrong or when anyone felt bad. Before they could get any words out, I would say “I am Sorry” before I even heard the story. Not only was this ‘not helpful’ to others, it was demeaning to myself. Today, I only apologize when I truly have something to apologize for. In this way, I can respect myself more as well as gain the respect of others.

10. Speak with more clarity.

I have been guilty of talking nervously without even knowing what I was talking about, and then regretting it later. But after studying elegant women in history, real life woman and women on the silver screen, I have noticed that the most elegant women speak much more carefully than I do, with a certain careful pronunciation, and even with long pauses between sentences.
This list is surely not in order of importance, but all points have been personally tested through my family generations, and now they are being passed on to my three lovely and highly impressionable daughters.
One of the greatest gifts I can give them are the teachings I have gathered from years of being human and from making both small and large mistakes.
And admitting that is a gift in itself.
As they grow up, our daughters watch what we do, much more than what we say.