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Jackie M1,837,973Ipoh, the capital of Perak, is often considered a strong contender for the much-coveted reputation for having the best food in Malaysia.  I had a chance to savour some of its offerings in February courtesy of Tourism Malaysia and can't wait to share some of the dishes for which this region is famous.  Join me to find out what some of the culinary highlights of my trip were :)Catch this event Live or subscribe to my YouTube channel to be notified once the recorded Hangout is uploaded there - http://youtube.com/jackiemsydney Jackie M Ramadan 5 - Theme: Perak2014-07-15 14:00:0022 

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Kerry Jones569Haven't shared my secular homeschooling circle in a little while...please pass along if you know other secular homeschoolers who haven't added themselves yet!2012-11-30 15:42:29484001
0Please let me know if you want to be added to this homeschooling circle. Feel free to share this with others.2012-03-30 17:13:46491212
Carms Perez9,636This circle is special because every single person in this circle has the same name "Carmen" :) this is the Carmen circle and my goal is to spread some goodness around as you get to know these awesome individuals that share the same first name as me. Curious to see if you'll find similar traits since we carry the same name! ^.^ Feel free to add this circle, and re-share! Much love to all the Carmens in my circles!! Hello new friends! ^.^2011-12-29 09:32:0632506
Kerry Jones98Come on...you know you wanna join this secular homeschooling circle!! :)Kerry Jones shared a circle with you.2011-10-08 13:25:11222428

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2013-02-07 01:14:18 (3 comments, 0 reshares, 2 +1s)Open 

I write to discover. I write to uncover. I write to meet my ghosts ... I write because it is dangerous, a bloody risk, like love, to form the words ... I write as though I am whispering in the ear of the one I love. -Terry Tempest Williams 

I write to heal.  I write breath.  I write to uncover the extraordinary in the ordinary.  I write to believe.  

(why do you write!) #whywrite  

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2013-02-15 13:16:44 (1 comments, 1 reshares, 1 +1s)Open 

So sweet, my amazing daughter +Moira Smith made me tea for breakfast this morning! I am a very lucky Mamma :) 

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2013-02-07 01:14:18 (3 comments, 0 reshares, 2 +1s)Open 

I write to discover. I write to uncover. I write to meet my ghosts ... I write because it is dangerous, a bloody risk, like love, to form the words ... I write as though I am whispering in the ear of the one I love. -Terry Tempest Williams 

I write to heal.  I write breath.  I write to uncover the extraordinary in the ordinary.  I write to believe.  

(why do you write!) #whywrite  

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2014-10-14 13:22:31 (0 comments, 0 reshares, 0 +1s)Open 

Moira Smith was tagged in Carmen Schreffler's album.

Moira Smith was tagged in Carmen Schreffler's album.___

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2014-01-07 16:30:33 (1 comments, 0 reshares, 1 +1s)Open 

What are you building?  I want to build a business that helps people to not only share their story but to own their story in words and in art so that they can live a life filled with wonder and magic!  

What are you building? 

What are you building?  I want to build a business that helps people to not only share their story but to own their story in words and in art so that they can live a life filled with wonder and magic!  

What are you building? ___

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2014-01-07 16:21:55 (0 comments, 0 reshares, 0 +1s)Open 

Exploring the story I want my business to tell feels so much more natural than creating a "business plan". 

This week's project: repurpose a blog post on Slideshare. This one's close to my heart...___Exploring the story I want my business to tell feels so much more natural than creating a "business plan". 

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Saturday as we drove along the river and the ice flows were starting to form my mind went to Ratty and Mole and their being caught in the winter storm at Mole's End.  Then the caroler's came by as Ratty discovered and explored Dear Mole's home. The image of snuggling in and bunkering down in a well appointed hole seems quite welcoming as the winds batter the house and rattle the windows! I love Wind in the Willows ~ I love all of the murals in my home but I am especially fond of washer woman Toad taking a tumble at the bottom of the stairs!   #Windinthewillows  

Saturday as we drove along the river and the ice flows were starting to form my mind went to Ratty and Mole and their being caught in the winter storm at Mole's End.  Then the caroler's came by as Ratty discovered and explored Dear Mole's home. The image of snuggling in and bunkering down in a well appointed hole seems quite welcoming as the winds batter the house and rattle the windows! I love Wind in the Willows ~ I love all of the murals in my home but I am especially fond of washer woman Toad taking a tumble at the bottom of the stairs!   #Windinthewillows  ___

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Lots of inspiring posts and great articles to pick up the morning!

Lots of inspiring posts and great articles to pick up the morning!___

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2014-01-07 15:49:10 (0 comments, 0 reshares, 1 +1s)Open 

Depression.  A topic we so often avoid.  It seems especially taboo this time of year, with the "how was your holiday?" question a standard opening line.  No one wants to say well it kind of sucked, how about yours.  If only we were more open and honest about how we feel!  

Breaking Sad

Disclaimer: Depression has been written about and discussed for hundreds of years. Despite advances in understanding its complexities, depression remains one of the most controversial issues today. I recognise the differing, often polarising, viewpoints regarding mental illness. Furthermore, I do not claim to be an oracle of all things depression. This is simply an account of how I am experiencing my version of this affliction.

I suffer from clinical depression. Whilst I’m not proud of it, I’m not ashamed of it either. Why am I telling you this now? Well, because I was just diagnosed with it a few weeks ago. People may think depression hits you overnight (and in some cases it does) but, whilst depression can be obvious, often it’s a sneaky bugger.

You might seem happy on the outside. Smiling, talking to people at parties, saying things like Did you put lime in this hummus? It’s delicious, my face is having such a great time! But you, and others around you may not realise how deeply the depression runs. You just keep going, congratulating yourself on being the “normal” human you are.

Over the past few years the facade began to crumble. It became increasingly difficult for me to make decisions. I had no empathy for anyone, and I started to crave solitude. The worst part was that it became harder to face people, even those I loved. It felt much better to be holed up on my sofa for unhealthy periods of time, which was odd as only a few years ago I was a high-functioning humanoid. Look around you… you’re probably surrounded by other high-functionaries. When I say “high-functioning” I mean, people who are doing stuff. They are doing well in their jobs, making decisions (both important and basic), and organising murder mystery dinners on weeknights (weeknights for crying out loud!)

A common misconception about depressed people is that we’re easy to spot — flailing around, zombie-esque in Dawn of the Depression. Nope, most of us like to keep that shit at home.

However, when it comes to being in the ‘outside world’ with ‘the people’ and the ‘stuff’ it’s possible to trick yourself into being a superhuman/athlete/actor. If you were running track, you’d probably be high-fiving yourself as you lap people.

Then one day you hear the starter pistol go off, but you don’t run. You just stay in the blocks staring down at the asphalt, mesmerised, thinking I feel nothing for this asphalt, I’ll just wait here till I feel something. Everything you thought you were interested in (or thought you should be interested in) goes straight out the window. You liked hanging out with friends? Nope, not anymore you don’t. You liked cycling at weekends? Nope thanks. You liked grocery shopping? Well, no-one really does but screw it, you’re not going to do that ever again. Why? Uh, because that would involve doing something and then there’s all the people… oh the people! And the things and the noises, and the fact that it means leaving the house. I’d rather repeatedly receive an iCloud account issue dialogue box.

You would think this would all be somewhat terrifying, but for me, it wasn't. It was actually very comfortable. I’d revel in not having to feel feelings. Being numb meant I could just ‘be’ without ‘being’. Turns out this made me a ticking time bomb. See, when you extreme hoard all the feelings (like finding-a-dead-pet-under-the-refrigerator kind of hoarding), you end up with none at all. I let myself feel nothing, all the while a toxic swirl bubbled up inside me and time quickly began to run out.

Now, here’s the really terrifying bit — detonation. I didn't know when it was coming or how it would happen but I sure as shite was not prepared for it. Detonation of depression and feelings was very clear and simple for me. I can’t remember what, but something was said and instantly my brain snapped from my heart and my body filled with hot, black sludge

Darkness surged through my veins and permeated my eyeballs. All the feelings I’d hoarded over the years were now rushing through me in one go and all I wanted was a one-way ticket back to numbsville. I’d been ensconced in my tiny, numb mind for two decades, and now something was ripping it and me to shreds. Of course I reacted because I was helplessly trying to piece back the ruins of the only mind I had ever known.

There are many reasons as to why this happened. I attribute the lion’s share to my silence. I had an inkling I ignored, an extreme sadness that surfaced twenty years later to teach me various painful yet valuable lessons. I only wish that I had talked to someone about it earlier; that would've at least let some air out of the over-inflated shit balloon I was holding onto.

Thing is, it’s hard to suddenly sidle up to someone and be all “Hey, I think I’m really sad for no reason, any guesses as to why that might be?”. Even your best friends might be like “What? But you were really into that hummus at Dave’s party”. They may take you out more as some sort of exposure therapy. They may even take you away on holiday so you can “relax and heal.” Now, all these things are lovely, and I appreciate having such thoughtful friends, but they may not necessarily understand that, whilst in depression, going on holiday is a fate worse than having to listen to your voicemails.

As I grew up, repression became so much easier, and much more crucial, like breathing or grossing people out by telling them what a Mooncup is. It was yet another one of my dysfunctional lifelines — like a Slanket of thorns (omg…new band name).

Now, as I’m going through treatment, I’m seeing and feeling the repressions of Christmas pasts, scooping out all the trauma which lead me to this point. I watch, anesthetized, as the pain passes in front of me on a lonely airport conveyor belt. All of the bags are mine and I’m forced to watch them circulate, then remove them, and then empty their contents.

The positive in all of this is that I’m not doing it alone. As I mentioned earlier, I’m in treatment and have been for 6 weeks. Reaching out for help is the single best and bravest decision I have ever made.

Depression is like being in an anaconda-esque bind and releasing yourself from it is a process — A process I’m still trying to understand. I mean shit, even some of the sentences you’re reading now were written during deep depression and mania (can you guess which ones? Answer: rhetorical). Look, I’m not writing this to you from a place of recovery (far from it!), I’m writing as I go. As I said at the start, I do not claim to be an expert on this but I do know that, when it comes to depression, you should not suffer in silence. Talk to someone, anyone. I know there are many reasons not to — it hurts, it’s hard, it’s embarrassing, it’s not the right time. Well, it will never be the right time to talk about depression, but it will always be the right decision to talk about it.___Depression.  A topic we so often avoid.  It seems especially taboo this time of year, with the "how was your holiday?" question a standard opening line.  No one wants to say well it kind of sucked, how about yours.  If only we were more open and honest about how we feel!  

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2013-11-30 20:53:46 (1 comments, 0 reshares, 1 +1s)Open 

“A good library will never be too neat, or too dusty, because somebody will always be in it, taking books off the shelves and staying up late reading them.”

― Lemony Snicket, Horseradish: Bitter Truths You Can't Avoid

“A good library will never be too neat, or too dusty, because somebody will always be in it, taking books off the shelves and staying up late reading them.”

― Lemony Snicket, Horseradish: Bitter Truths You Can't Avoid___

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2013-06-07 20:12:08 (0 comments, 0 reshares, 1 +1s)Open 

I love this ~ +110Penned  ~ this could be the guest cottage of Vagabond House!

A glimpse into the future:  My retirement.___I love this ~ +110Penned  ~ this could be the guest cottage of Vagabond House!

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I love this image!

Don't hold back!___I love this image!

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2013-05-06 16:48:07 (1 comments, 0 reshares, 1 +1s)Open 

Need to brush up on your writing? Try one of these useful tutorials...

Need to brush up on your writing? Try one of these useful tutorials...___

2013-02-15 13:16:44 (1 comments, 1 reshares, 1 +1s)Open 

So sweet, my amazing daughter +Moira Smith made me tea for breakfast this morning! I am a very lucky Mamma :) 

So sweet, my amazing daughter +Moira Smith made me tea for breakfast this morning! I am a very lucky Mamma :) ___

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2013-02-12 16:17:42 (0 comments, 0 reshares, 1 +1s)Open 

Moira Smith was tagged in Carmen Taggart's album.

Moira Smith was tagged in Carmen Taggart's album.___

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2013-02-11 21:00:55 (2 comments, 0 reshares, 1 +1s)Open 

Where does the time go?!  Some days I wish we could rewind time :) +Moira Smith +Suzette Schreffler 

Where does the time go?!  Some days I wish we could rewind time :) +Moira Smith +Suzette Schreffler ___

2013-02-07 17:20:44 (1 comments, 0 reshares, 0 +1s)Open 

I want to learn Knife skills ~ reading The Kitchen Counter Cooking School by +Kathleen Flinn and the small chapter on teaching knife skills has me wanting to learn more! Where can I learn them, without having to go to Paris, would be lovely but . . . 

I want to learn Knife skills ~ reading The Kitchen Counter Cooking School by +Kathleen Flinn and the small chapter on teaching knife skills has me wanting to learn more! Where can I learn them, without having to go to Paris, would be lovely but . . . ___

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2013-02-07 01:14:18 (3 comments, 0 reshares, 2 +1s)Open 

I write to discover. I write to uncover. I write to meet my ghosts ... I write because it is dangerous, a bloody risk, like love, to form the words ... I write as though I am whispering in the ear of the one I love. -Terry Tempest Williams 

I write to heal.  I write breath.  I write to uncover the extraordinary in the ordinary.  I write to believe.  

(why do you write!) #whywrite  

I write to discover. I write to uncover. I write to meet my ghosts ... I write because it is dangerous, a bloody risk, like love, to form the words ... I write as though I am whispering in the ear of the one I love. -Terry Tempest Williams 

I write to heal.  I write breath.  I write to uncover the extraordinary in the ordinary.  I write to believe.  

(why do you write!) #whywrite  ___

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2012-09-05 18:26:19 (1 comments, 0 reshares, 0 +1s)Open 

Asking hard questions.  And asking us to look at our own dreams. 

Asking hard questions.  And asking us to look at our own dreams. ___

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2012-07-20 18:19:25 (2 comments, 0 reshares, 1 +1s)Open 

+Suzette Schreffler  this looks like something +Moira Smith would totally Love, Love to try out! 

Jelly/Jello Worms!
Seriously cool looking way to gross people out :D

For anyone wanting a better tutorial with more in depth, check out http://www.instructables.com/id/Bowl-of-Worms-Anyone/___+Suzette Schreffler  this looks like something +Moira Smith would totally Love, Love to try out! 

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2012-07-19 13:05:58 (0 comments, 0 reshares, 1 +1s)Open 

How well do we really know the people we think we know so well? Poet Mary Oliver wrote this prose poem for Molly Malone Cook, her partner of many decades:
T H E * W H I S T L E R
All of a sudden she began to whistle. By all of a sudden I mean that for more than thirty years she had not whistled. It was thrilling. At first I wondered, who was in the house, what stranger? I was upstairs reading, and she was downstairs. As from the throat of a wild and cheerful bird, not caught but visiting, the sound warbled and slid and doubled back and larked and soared.

Finally I said, Is that you? Is that you whistling? Yes, she said. I used to whistle, a long time ago. Now I see I can still whistle. And cadence after cadence she strolled through the house, whistling.

I know her so well, I think. I thought. Elbow and ankle. Mood and desire. Anguish and frolic. Anger too. And the devotions.... more »

How well do we really know the people we think we know so well? Poet Mary Oliver wrote this prose poem for Molly Malone Cook, her partner of many decades:
T H E * W H I S T L E R
All of a sudden she began to whistle. By all of a sudden I mean that for more than thirty years she had not whistled. It was thrilling. At first I wondered, who was in the house, what stranger? I was upstairs reading, and she was downstairs. As from the throat of a wild and cheerful bird, not caught but visiting, the sound warbled and slid and doubled back and larked and soared.

Finally I said, Is that you? Is that you whistling? Yes, she said. I used to whistle, a long time ago. Now I see I can still whistle. And cadence after cadence she strolled through the house, whistling.

I know her so well, I think. I thought. Elbow and ankle. Mood and desire. Anguish and frolic. Anger too. And the devotions. And for all that, do we even begin to know each other? Who is this I’ve been living with for thirty years?

This clear, dark, lovely whistler?
(Photo: Molly on the left)___

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2012-07-17 13:52:26 (3 comments, 0 reshares, 1 +1s)Open 

This picture is breathtaking. 

Early morning... approaching the temple...


(this is from Siem Reap, Cambodia)___This picture is breathtaking. 

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