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*RAY MEARS* EXTREME SURVIVAL – ARCTIC


I didn’t give up and searched forever until I found this video that was not with a copyright on it and with Ray Mears at his best again.
I have seen many documentaries but he’s one among the best!
Enjoy it 🙂

Temple Grandin – Thinking in Pictures


I don’t know why I didn’t think of posting before this brilliant excerpt of the film “Temple Grandin” which I was so impressed with. So, here it is!
It’s a story of victory… of a person turning their handicap to strength and soaring to heights very few achieve.
I couldn’t find the full film but I have found after much research this very high quality BBC documentary on T. Grandin’s life too.
Let me know if you were familiar with the film and your opinion on this documentary.

The Woman Who Thinks Like A Cow (Documentary)

Published on Jan 23, 2013
Dr Temple Grandin has a unique ability to understand the animal mind – and she’s convinced her skill is down to her autistic brain.

Temple believes she experiences life like an animal. Her emotions are much simpler than most people’s and she feels constantly anxious. It’s this struggle with overwhelming anxiety that led her to discover just how much she has in common with animals and, in particular, cows.

Using her ability to observe the world through an animal’s eye, she has been able to make an enormous impact on animal welfare. Her greatest achievement has been in the area of slaughterhouses – she has fundamentally changed the way animals are held and slaughtered.

Today she’s an associate professor of animal science, a best-selling author and the most famous autistic woman on the planet.
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Bright light…


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Bright lights
Shining in the night…

WWI Memorial

Families… April 2010


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Families…
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Families are intricate unities that assemble fragments of love, which they could easily discard if ego steps in.
Usually in a situation fabricated by their own imagination.
Families weave their own history, gluing it together with the substance called love hoping it will withstand the hazards of time.
Some families withhold the pressures of life by staying even closer. Practicing compassion, tolerance and love as a shining example for the world to witness.
Interacting with noble qualities as, finesse, integrity, virtue, righteousness, purity and above all a desire for true cohabitation.
They let their ego aside, seek and invite truth in, practicing patience and understanding in situations, others would have long buckled under.

Bursting as an olive seed, under the weight of a millstone. Grinding to its last drop.
How many of these “torches” illuminate our planet?
I wonder. Are they one percent? If they are, they should be standing high and proud. As the lighter of an Olympic flame.
Given a medal.
Instead, they are kept in the quiet. They tiptoe in the labyrinths of life and succeed to find a way out of this maze and convert it to beautiful alleys.
Some of them, growing an orchard on their way, with the promises of sweetness as a perquisite for having played a role in the grandeur of a king’s quarters.
Their children’s devotion, are their pride and badges. They take no heed in titles or honors.
They cherish the warmth of past memories and amuse themselves at keeping them alive by recalling them to their grandchildren, on long winter nights, a twinkle in their eyes, a spark in their heart and a smile on their lips.
Then, go on, feeding, on their children’s silent recognition, translated by small tokens. A gesture, a look, a hug and most of all, loving respect.
Are we aware of the importance of our each and every move?
As situations reveal themselves before our eyes, we are given a mind and heart to consult. The gift of introspection.
Do we use them wisely?
We have the freedom and dignity of choice. We could make an everlasting impression for generations to come. Leave our “trade mark“.
Is that not worth its weight in gold? Should it not give us a rush to strive toward that goal?
We could give up our self-made miseries and feed the younger generation with tender care.

Behave with consistency and rationality in order to provide them with the much needed security and balance in their lives so, as to prepare them on THEIR journey and pack their suitcases for the long road, with, stability, strength and joy. All vital tools in their jobs to shape a few generations to come.

And so it goes…

Building a non-ending chain of character, beauty and light.
In the hope, it will brighten the world and eradicate any dark shades left by the person…

Who thought he had no choice.

My twin sister Dec. 2011 English poem with its French original text


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twin sister
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Forever the lives of our two families intermingle.
In my mind there is no “I, You, They” We are one.
Although we have chosen different paths, my heart inhabits boundless love for all of us.
In my universe, where love primes, there is no judgment. There are images of two parallel lives, with
souls merging, while remaining one hundred percent faithful to one’s own personality.
I am grateful to have experienced it so far.

My twin sister
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Unique friendship
Twin sister
The space of a day
A breath away

I conjugated
The verb “love“
All individuals
Interweaving
Fashioning a Madonna

The movie of our lives
Scrolls ad infinitum
In my restless mind
Imbibed with love

Since always
My heart belongs to you
Your life, I hold
In the palm of my hand

Up in my tower
In the trough of my universe
I sing for you verses
Protecting you with all my being

You gave
Without counting
You have nourished
Blessed my life

My soul begged
Parched
You insufflate
To resuscitate it

Generous and tender
Passionate and devoted
The well deserved title
Comes to you henceforth

You are my angel
You are my angle
You are such,

My twin sister!

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Ma soeur jumelle
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Unique amitié
Soeur jumelle
Par l’espace d’un jour
A l’écart d’un souffle

J’ai conjugué
Le verbe “aimer”
Toutes les personnes
S’entremeler
Façonnant une Madone

Le film de nos vies
Défile à l’infini
Dans mon esprit agité
D’amour imbiber

Depuis toujours
Mon cœur t’appartient
Ta vie je la tiens
Dans la paume de ma main

En haut dans ma tour
Aux creux de mon univers
Je te chante des vers
Te protégeant de tout mon être

Tu m’as donnée
Sans compter
Tu m’as nourrie
BĂ©ni ma vie

Mon âme supplié
Comme une assoiffée
Tu as insufflé
Pour la ressusciter

Généreuse et tendre
Passionnée et dévouée
Le titre bien mérité
Te viens désormais

Tu es mon ange
Tu es mon angle
Tu es telle,

Ma sœur jumelle !

RMR: Bear tagging in Canada!


Amazing documentary, re-blogged for it’s exceptional quality.

Enjoy it!

Live & Learn

Funny and heartwarming.


Source: Thank you Aunt Olga

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The flouted child 1990 ( English poem with French original text )


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The flouted child
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A child,
Is hope, It’s the future
A child,
Is the mirror of your memories
A child,
Is naĂŻve, pure and sweet
A child,
Believes in you, but you’re harsh

A child is not a thing
An object to dispose of
It’s a being of its own
With emotions, a light

Do not abuse his faith
For you shall only have his mistrust
Be his enlightened torch
His exemplar for eternity

You closed your ears
To all advice
You wounded this bird
You broke the branch

This child,
Was the hope of your memories
The mirror of the future
His feelings were sacred
But you’ve erased them

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L’Enfant bafoué
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L’enfant,
C’est l’espoir, c’est l’avenir
L’enfant,
C’est le miroir de tes souvenirs
L’enfant,
C’est naïf doux et pur
L’enfant,
Croit en toi mais, tu es dur

L’enfant n’est pas une chose
Un objet dont on dispose
C’est un être à part entière
Avec des sentiments, une lumière

N’abuse pas de sa confiance
Tu n’auras que sa méfiance
Sois son flambeau éclairé
Son exemple pour l’éternité
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Tu as fermé l’oreille
A tous ces conseils
Tu as blessé cet oiseau
Tu as cassé le rameau

Cet enfant,
C’était l’espoir de tes souvenirs
Le miroir de l’avenir
Ses sentiments étaient sacrés
Mais tu les à effacé