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buzznolimit · 10 months
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Aida Akmatova : découvrez sa passion sur Buzz No Limit
Buzz No Limit vous permet d’aller à la découverte de plusieurs personnes autour du globe qui ont des passions hors du commun. Par exemple, vous irez à la rencontre d’Aida Akmatova. Cette jeune femme pratique le tir à l’arc traditionnel à cheval. Vous apprendrez qu’elle casse les stéréotypes en pratiquant ce sport masculin. Vous verrez comment elle s’adonne à cette activité d’homme tout en…
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kiir-do-faal-rahhe · 1 year
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5 songs tag
okay i was tagged by the lovelies @illumiera @bougainvillea-and-saltwater and @miraakulous-cloud-district to share 5 songs that fit my current wip! i took a…creative liberty to count “current wip” as the whole of my fic series because my current fic doesn’t have very many songs that fit with it 😅 so…there’s not going to be too much context for some of these songs.
1. Marbles by The Amazing Devil (With you, I could summon the gods and the stars (Come on love, please, don't start)//Watch them dance out the plays that we wrote from the heart (Sing your notes, play your part)//And we'd laugh at the ghosts of our fears (Then we'll leave)//We were gods, we were kids). The “we were gods, we were kids” line is just GAAAAAAHHHH so good. So fitting. It perfectly encapsulates Miraak and Odette’s thoughts on Dragonborn-ism respectively.
2. I’ve been waiting for you by ABBA (You make me think that you//Possibly could release me//I think you'll be able to//Make all my dreams come true//And you ease me//You thrill me, you delight me//You please me, you excite me//You're something I'd been pleading for//I love you, l adore you//I lay my life before you//I'll have you want me more and more//And finally, it seems my lonely days are through) yearning. Yearning and Pining. Miraak is one sappy, sad, romantic son of a bitch.
3. The Old Witch Sleep and the Good Man Grace by The Amazing Devil (Somehow now I'm drinking, and I'm lifting my glass//To that last good man grace//Who has left me, he's left me at last/ And I laugh, and I laugh//"Cause laughing right now, it's all, all that I have//"You're better than this"//He says as a hand slaps my face and I stand//And say,//"No good man grace"//I can't do this (you can)//I can't do this (you can)//I can't do this (you can)//I can't do this, you don't understand) and (You're not a coward 'cause you cower//You're brave because they broke you//Yet broken still you breathe//So breathe, breathe, just breathe) there’s so much more, if i could slap the whole song’s lyrics here i would. this song is about miraak and vahlok’s fight, and the second part would be odette comforting miraak. this song is 8 minutes long and it was made FOR miraak i will take no criticisms.
4. Against the Kitchen Floor by Will Wood (I don't owe you my heart//And I don't owe you my body//But you should know that I'm sorry//For being careless with you//Lord knows I owe you more//Than I'm pretty sure I ever could give anybody//But I can't pin down what normal people want from foreign objects//Bottom shelf erotic products like me) and (Did I really have any of that gravity?//Maybe you're quicksand//Because I really couldn't tell//How deep my footprints went//The vertex of my redemption arc//The searching on that virgin heart//I'm catatonic in your arms//Cried, "How did I cause so much harm?"//I'm down, pounding my head against the kitchen floor//Apologizing for my life and ever entering yours//Don't say "I'm sorry, but this can't go on"//I know you've got scars of your own//But hide my knives before you go//I'll either live or die alone) and (I'm still in the process, but I'm making progress//I promise, I honestly wanna prove improvement's possible//I swear, I'm so fucking sorry//I'm not a good person, I'm barely a person at all//But someday I'll be perfect, and lIl make up for it all). this is an odette song. you get no other context.
5. Tir na nog by Celtic Woman (Come my love our world's would part//The gods will guide us across the dark//Come with me and be mine my love//Stay and break my heart//From the shores through the ancient mist//You bear the mark of my elven kiss//Clear the way, I will take you home//To eternal bliss). Sometimes Odette is also romantic, and this song always makes me go back and forth on Odette’s character, between “weird forest mer” and “weird forest mer but still bloodthirsty”. Basically if I want to give her a moral compass or not.
Honourable mentions:
Hell’s comin’ with me by poor mans poison (As he raised his fist before he spoke//I am the righteous hand of God//And I am the devil that you forgot//And I told you one day you will see//That I'll be back, I guarantee//And that hell's coming, hell's coming) this is a miraak song specifically, but he’s doing it for odette cough cough civil war cough cough
Blood in the Wine by AURORA
exist for love by AURORA
Shadow on the wall by video age (Lonely night//I'm wishing only I was looking in your eyes//Time goes by//I wanna hold you but I'm never feeling right//Because I know that you're all in my head//So let me go and I’ll put you to bed//You're just a shadow on the wall//They don't mean nothing at all//You're just a shadow on the wall//They don't mean nothing at all) lonely Apocrypha nights 💔 rip miraak’s romantic heart (you get no further context. There is further context, but i’m not spoiling that much)
Moth by Georgia Twinn (Hey, babe, I don't wanna complain//But you're stuck on me like a moth to a flame//Hey, babe, don't wanna push you away//But you're stuck on me like a moth to a flame) hehe dibella symbolism + odette being unused to company thus being a lil clingy.
i guess now i need to tag other people in this…FUCK. okay, leaving it open for those who want to do it, of course, just say i tagged you! and also @bostoniangirl21 🔫 GIMME YOUR SONGS, GIRL.
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whatdoesshedotothem · 2 years
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Thurs[day] 26 August 1834
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12 10/..
Alight at Quillacq’s, at Calais, at 5 25/.. – how lucky – the mail pack[e]t sails,
or steams, at 6 - g[o]t the commiss[ione]r to do wh[a]t w[a]s necess[ar]y ab[ou]t the carr[ia]ge (he keep[in]g the paper
th[a]t I may ha[ve] noth[in]g to pay the next ti[me]) br[eak]f[a]st[e]d and all on board the Fire fly, Capt[ai]n
Hamilton? (his vess[e]l the Ferret? ly[in]g up – go 2 weeks and lie up one) at 6 25/.. – set on the steam, and
weigh[e]d anchor, at 6 28/.. – A- [Adney] and I in the carr[ia]ge - neith[e]r of us sick - capit[a]l pass[age] – stop the Engine
off the sands of Dover at 9 13/.. – land fr[om] sm[all] boat, and at the Ship Inn, Dover, at 9 40/.. –
the mail pack[e]ts leave Dover at 8 1/2 a.m. Wed[nesday]s and Sat[urday]s    the oth[e]r 3 days vary fr[om] 5
to 7 a.m. - Mon[day] the best for go[in]g fr[om] Dover, bec[ause] no Fr[en]ch mails th[a]t day, and can leave
Dover when they like, and suit the tide in a [ralege?] fr[om] 4 a.m. to 1 p.m. so th[a]t pass[enge]rs embark and
disembark immed[iatel]y fr[om] the steamer – 2 days in a fortnight oblige to land in boats
at Dover as today and tomor[row] - L[or]d and L[ad]y Warwick  2 carr[ia]ges and yel[low] baggage wagg[o]n cross[e]d
fr[om] Dov[e]r yest[erday] in 2 1/2 h[ou]rs – roughish b[u]t good pass[age] L[or]d Townsend too cross[e]d at the sa[me] ti[me] –
sat d[o]wn to my writ[in]g and till at 1 40/.. wr[ote] the last  18 lines p[age] 145 and the who[le] the foll[owin]g p[ages] as far as
here – A- [Adney] h[a]s borne the 2 nights up uncom[monl]y well – seems n[o]t at all tir[e]d – slept ver[y] well
and quietly all last night – so d[i]d I bet[ween] the stages – Eugenie compl[aine]d of pain in h[e]r stom[a]ch yest[erday]
morn[in]g - b[u]t seem[e]d bet[ter] on land[in]g – the carr[ia]ge c[oul]d n[o]t be land[e]d w[i]th us – but w[a]s to be on shore by one
p.m. – Off fr[om] Dover at 2 3/4 – Birmingham has managed all exceed[ingl]y well – the duties reduc[e]d
1/2 on[l]y 3 days ago – prints now a penny each – a new tariff com[in]g out – B- [Birmingham] will s[e]nd it me – and will get
me ov[e]r books r an[y]th[in]g direct[e]d for him to the care of Quillacq, Calais – En sortant de Canterbury
nice model of gateway, machicolated, point[e]d arc[e]d, nar[ro]w-en[ou]gh, bet[ween] 2 r[ou]nd tow[e]rs – at Rochest[e]r at 9 35/.. –
tea and shrimps and ca[me] up to bed at 11 5/.. – fine day till ab[ou]t 10 p.m. - th[e]n a lit[tle] r[ai]n – slept together and lay playing quietly at first
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Loisirs productifs : Le tir à l’arc : une sunna et un sport plein de secrets
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cardonaevents · 2 years
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Ahir vam tornar a fer l' activitat de tir a l' arc a @camping_hostalet. #turismo #cardona #camping #event https://www.instagram.com/p/CheLJYio7Ax/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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ibelieveicanfil · 3 years
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Ce lapin blanc se cache dans une cible de tir à l'arc en forme de cœur.Il sera là pour décorer votre carquois ou votre sac d'arc. Il fera un cadeau unique et original pour un archer pour la Saint Valentin
https://etsy.me/3oPX5di via Etsy
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paleotool · 4 years
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Making a Self-Bow
A pictorial step-by-step of the bow-making process. 
This quick look isn’t intended to replace the one-on-one learning of a real teacher or to cover all aspects of the art that come from years of practice.  Expect both success and failure and don’t let either one dominate your learning.  Education is a process, not an instance.
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Felled stave that has aged a couple years in the dark and relative…
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dandanjean · 3 years
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Le zen dans l'art chevaleresque du tir à l'arc
Le zen dans l’art chevaleresque du tir à l’arc
Le Japonais conçoit l’art du tir à l’arc non pas comme une capacité sportive que l’on acquiert par un entrainement physique progressif, mais bien comme un pouvoir spirituel découlant d’exercices dans lesquels c’est l’esprit qui ajuste le but, de sorte qu’à bien le mirer l’archer se vise aussi lui-même et que peut-être parviendra-t-il à s’atteindre. * Vos flèches manquent de portée, fut la…
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laindir · 6 years
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Finally took a peek at the new Global Rays update last night and /SOBS...
EVERYTHING LOOKs SO SHINY AWAKENED AND SPARKLING MIRROR FRACTALS EVERYWHERE... too bad the Global server is still meeting its inevitable doom come end of May 2018. And right after giving us this spunky new interface too, and after cramming 1234656 new events/chapters at us for the remainder of Arc I how am I supposed to clear everything in a month?!
Who would’ve known the true Tales traitor of Global Rays was Bamco themselves l o l
gdi bamco
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thisdayinwwi · 3 years
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Top Ten Tumblr Posts of 2020
Number 1 - 579 Notes - Mar 1 2020
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1918 Members of the 53rd Coast Artillery Regiment sit atop a 340 mm railway gun (340mm/45 Modèle 1912 gun) nicknamed “Reveille Kate”
National Archives Identifier: 24911 Local Identifier: 111-H-1409
Number 2 -  362 notes Jan 26 2020
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Aug 27 1918 IWM (Q 11261) “A British soldier poses with a heavy shell with a chalked message ‘A Present for Jerry’ at a shell dump" August 27 1918 by Aitken, Thomas Keith (Second Lieutenant) (Photographer)
Production date: 1918-08-27
Colourized by @colorsofhistory
2nd landscape picture IWM (Q 11260) by Thomas Keith Aitken
Number 3 -  280 notes - Aug 3 2020
37mm M1916
The French called it the Canon d'Infanterie de 37 modèle 1916 TRP with the TRP standing for tir rapide, Puteaux (fast-firing, designed by the Atelier de Puteaux). The Americans adopted it into their WWI army and dubbed it the  37mm M1916.
So called History person, Army officer, @pptsapper, writes that the  37mm M1916 was in “every US infantry regiment.” That they “had a battery (4-6 guns) of 37mm guns - or “one pounders” as the soldiers called them - as organic direct fire support. They were deadly accurate out to 1500-1600m, firing 25-30 rounds a minute.”
The 37mm is in one of the most iconic images of American forces during WWI this 1918 photo, ARC Identifier:531005
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Problems pronouncing battlefields on the Eastern Front
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One of only two Becker Type M2 20 mm cannons used by the Austro-Hungarian Army. These auto-cannons were used on the Italian Front late in the war for anti-air defence. (Also note the amazing number of “Kappenabzeichen” on the gunner’s cap) - @PikeGrey1418
Number 6 - 200 notes - Oct 25 2020 
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Italian soldiers gathered together for a photograph during the Battle of Vittorio Veneto, from Oct 24 1918 to Nov 4 1918 when Austria dropped out of the #WWI. 
Number 7 - 196 notes - Mar 2 2020
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Mar 2 1918  IWM (Q 10288) “British soldiers writing on slabs of fallen stone in Arras Cathedral" Mar 2 1918
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Imperial German Zeppelin L 49 (LZ 96) was forced to land at Bourbonne-les-Baines during the night of Oct 19 1917. Photo by French army photographer Albert Moreau. Often confused with Zeppelin LZ.49 that was hit by French fire, struck a house and forced to land in a forest near Ath. 
Number 9 - 193 notes - Nov 9 2020
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Nov 9 1918 A  US official photographer takes this photo, IWM Q 57008, of an American soldier displaying a M1918 Browning automatic rifle at the Ordnance Department at Chaumont
November 9 1918-11-09
Number 10 -  178 notes - Oct 28 2020
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German soldiers with Gaede Helmets, gas-masks and hand-grenades (stielhandgranates ) posing for a photograph in the Vosges mountains, 1915.
Swiss Museum
Colourized by Rui Candeias (In Colore Veritas)
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15 septembre : démonstration
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Les 8, 15 et 22 septembre de cette année, la FFE organise la fête du Cheval dans les centres équestres du pays. Le mien n’y a pas fait exception. La semaine dernière, L. m’avait demandé si j’accepterais de participer à une démonstration de tir à l’arc à cheval. J’ai passé la semaine à m’entraîner à pied dans l’espoir de pouvoir présenter quelque chose de potable.
C’est avec un grand bonheur et un peu de soulagement que j’ai retrouvé On Est. Il faisait très chaud dans les écuries, et le pansage complet que j’ai prodigué à mon beau bai s’est avéré un peu physique. Heureusement, lui reste tranquille à manger un peu de foin dans un coin du box. Quelques minutes avant de me diriger vers le manège, j’échange quelques mots avec K., un cavalier que je ne connaissais pas, qui n’a apparemment jamais touché un arc de sa vie, mais va participer à la démonstration.
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Il est l’heure. Mon cheval dans la main droite, mon arc dans la main gauche, on va bien vite se mettre à l’ombre dans le manège. J’ai posé ma caméra dans un coin dans l’espoir de filmer cette petite séance, mais j’ai complètement raté le cadrage, donc pas de vidéo. 
Une fois tout le monde prêt, on vient s’arrêter dans le couloir pour tirer une première flèche à l’arrêt. Pour le coup, ça ne change pas grand chose à ce que j’ai l’habitude de faire, et le “poc” de l’impact de ma flèche sur la cible est très satisfaisant. Ensuite on continue, au pas, puis au trot, puis au galop (individuellement, et ensuite en groupe).
Là, ma précision en a pris un coup, là encore. Je me sens à l’aise sur On Est, je suis habitué·e à mon arc, mais pas aux flèches à ventouse, et j’avais oublié à quel point ma flèche rebondit sur le repose-flèche avec le mouvement. Je sais bien que pour ça il faudrait que je mette ma flèche de l’autre côté avec une technique mongole, mais j’en ai moins l’habitude et je n’ai rien pour protéger mon pouce. Du coup, en général, je passe juste un peu trop à gauche de la cible, mais à la bonne hauteur, ou un peu à droite et trop bas. C’est un peu frustrant, mais pas assez pour gâcher mon moment. Je galope tranquillement, les deux mains sur mon arc, je me sens libre, c’est bien.
Dommage que je n’ai pas de vidéo. Une autre fois j’espère ! Après la séance, je suis resté·e faire quelques papouilles à On Est. Il est vraiment cool, ce cheval.
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On 8,  15 and 22 September this year, the French Equestrian Federation is holding the "Fête du Cheval" (Festival of the Horse?) in many riding schools throughout the country, including mine. Last week, L. asked me if I would take part in a mounted archery demonstration. I spent all week training on foot, hoping that I would be able to show something decent.
I was very happy, and a little bit relieved, to be with On Est. It was very hot in the stables, and giving my beautiful bay a complete grooming was quite the workout. Fortunately, he stayed still, munching on hay in a corner of his stable. A few minutes before going to the arena, I exchanged a few words with K., a rider I didn't know, who had apparently never touched a bow in his life but was still going to take part in the demo.
Time to go. My horse in my right hand, my bow in my left hand. We went to the indoor arena, which was great because we got to be in the shade instead of burning outside. I put my camera in a corner hoping to film this short session, but I did not check the framing and it turned out to be completely wrong. So, no video.
Once everyone was ready, we all stopped in the lane along the wall to shoot a first arrow from the halt. That was not very different from what I've been training to do, and the sound of the impact of my arrow against the target was very satisfying. Then we continued, at the walk, at the trot, and then at the canter (individually, then in groups).
There, my accuracy apparently flew out of the window. I was comfortable with On Est, and I am used to my bow. However, I am not used to suction cup arrows, and I had forgotten how badly my arrow tends to bounce on the arrow rest because of the motion of the horse. I know that the solution would be to have my arrow on the right side and use a thumb release, but I'm not used to it and I don't have a thumb ring. In the end, most of my arrows flew just a few centimetres to the left of the target, but at the correct height, or a little to the right and too low.  It is a little frustrating, but not enough to spoil the moment. I cantered quietly, both hands on my bow, feeling free. It was good.
Shame I don't have a video. Another time I hope! After the session, I stayed for a bit to cuddle with On Est. What a wonderful horse he is.
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whatdoesshedotothem · 3 years
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Sun[day] 26 August 1834
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12 10/..
Alight at Quillacq’s, at Calais, at 5 25/.. – how lucky – the mail pack[e]t sails,
or steams, at 6 - g[o]t the commiss[ione]r to do wh[a]t w[a]s necess[ar]y ab[ou]t the carr[ia]ge (he keep[in]g the paper
th[a]t I may ha[ve] noth[in]g to pay the next ti[me]) br[eak]f[a]st[e]d and all on board the Fire fly, Capt[ai]n
Hamilton? (his vess[e]l the Ferret? ly[in]g up – go 2 weeks and lie up one) at 6 25/.. – set on the steam, and
weigh[e]d anchor, at 6 28/.. – A- [Adney] and I in the carr[ia]ge - neith[e]r of us sick - capit[a]l pass[age] – stop the Engine
off the sands of Dover at 9 13/.. – land fr[om] sm[all] boat, and at the Ship Inn, Dover, at 9 40/.. –
the mail pack[e]ts leave Dover at 8 1/2 a.m. Wed[nesday]s and Sat[urday]s    the oth[e]r 3 days vary fr[om] 5
to 7 a.m. - Mon[day] the best for go[in]g fr[om] Dover, bec[ause] no Fr[en]ch mails th[a]t day, and can leave
Dover when they like, and suit the tide in a [ralege?] fr[om] 4 a.m. to 1 p.m. so th[a]t pass[enge]rs embark and
disembark immed[iatel]y fr[om] the steamer – 2 days in a fortnight oblige to land in boats
at Dover as today and tomor[row] - L[or]d and L[ad]y Warwick  2 carr[ia]ges and yel[low] baggage wagg[o]n cross[e]d
fr[om] Dov[e]r yest[erday] in 2 1/2 h[ou]rs – roughish b[u]t good pass[age] L[or]d Townsend too cross[e]d at the sa[me] ti[me] –
sat d[o]wn to my writ[in]g and till at 1 40/.. wr[ote] the last  18 lines p[age] 145 and the who[le] the foll[owin]g p[ages] as far as
here – A- [Adney] h[a]s borne the 2 nights up uncom[monl]y well – seems n[o]t at all tir[e]d – slept ver[y] well
and quietly all last night – so d[i]d I bet[ween] the stages – Eugenie compl[aine]d of pain in h[e]r stom[a]ch yest[erday]
morn[in]g - b[u]t seem[e]d bet[ter] on land[in]g – the carr[ia]ge c[oul]d n[o]t be land[e]d w[i]th us – but w[a]s to be on shore by one
p.m. – Off fr[om] Dover at 2 3/4 – Birmingham has managed all exceed[ingl]y well – the duties reduc[e]d
1/2 on[l]y 3 days ago – prints now a penny each – a new tariff com[in]g out – B- [Birmingham] will s[e]nd it me – and will get
me ov[e]r books r an[y]th[in]g direct[e]d for him to the care of Quillacq, Calais – En sortant de Canterbury
nice model of gateway, machicolated, point[e]d arc[e]d, nar[ro]w-en[ou]gh, bet[ween] 2 r[ou]nd tow[e]rs – at Rochest[e]r at 9 35/.. –
tea and shrimps and ca[me] up to bed at 11 5/.. – fine day till ab[ou]t 10 p.m. - th[e]n a lit[tle] r[ai]n – slept together and lay playing quietly at first
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julieturcotte · 3 years
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7e étage – 7th floor
(Se lit comme la voix dans un ascenseur qui indique vocalement l’étage où nous sommes rendus)
L’étage de la peur, l’étage de l’inconnu, de la tristesse, l’étage où nous sommes témoin des regards impuissants de tant de gens, de tant de parents qui vivent leur désespoir en silence et qui ne peuvent interagir avec d’autres parents, COVID – 19 oblige.  L’étage où les bruits présents sont des cris de douleur, des sons de machines, de bip-bip car il y a une bulle d’air dans le tube ou que la poche de chimio est terminée, des cris de colère, de rage, des pleurs d’enfants qui veulent retourner à la maison, des cellulaires branchés sur Spotify, jouant de la musique de méditation pour endormir les enfants.
La nuit, au 7e étage, elle est d’un silence déstabilisant.  Les seuls bruits qui se font entendre sont les visites nocturnes à toutes les deux heures de nos infirmières.  Ces visites, remplies de respect, lampe frontale au front nous rappellent que nous sommes entre bonnes mains. Des mains fatiguées mais remplies de bonnes intentions.
Le 7e étage est l’étage d’Hématologie-Oncologie Pédiatrique de l’hôpital de Montréal pour Enfants.  
Le 7e étage est l’étage où nos petits guerriers qui se battent cycle après cycle, semaine après semaine, jour après jour, heure après heure et minute après minute, rencontraient jadis, les Canadiens de Montréal, les Alouettes, le Père-Noël, les Super-Héros, les Princesses.  La Covid leur a enlevé la seule magie qui existait au 7e étage. Il n’y a plus rien de tout ça.  Rien.
Le 7e étage, tu y passe des heures.  Tu y passe des nuits.  De longues heures, de longues nuits.
Au 7e étage, j’ai entendu beaucoup de choses venant de ma fille pour lesquelles j’ai dû me ressaisir pour apparaître forte et puissante pour affronter ses paroles et ses cris de colère d’une rare profondeur et ce, avec une belle réponse de maman. Une maman parfois remplie de remords.  Une réponse pleine d’encouragements et d’espoir.  Des images qui resteront gravées dans ma mémoire et mon cœur à tout jamais.
Mais le 7e étage, aussi surprenant que ce puisse l’être, devient un endroit quasi réconfortant. Des visages familiers partent et reviennent. Des habitudes se créer, des préférences et des caprices se développent au fil du temps; Un tissue de couverture, une fenêtre, un piqué de lit, une table de lit d’hôpital qui roule mal dans telle chambre, un sofa-lit placé du mauvais bord… On en vient même à préférer une chambre plus qu’une autre.  Enfin, nous avons trouvé le secret du contrôle de l’éclairage « ambient ».  Un défi de taille, je vous le jure!  
Le 7e étage, un endroit qui sera un jour que souvenir mais qui restera un endroit où nous aurons appris à vivre nos émotions, à évacuer ce qui devait sortir.  Nous aurons appris à faire la paix avec la douleur de l’attente, développer une patience sans fin, l’appréciation des petites choses qui font du bien. Nous ne serons plus jamais les mêmes.
Ne plus jamais être la même, me fait terriblement peur. J’aimais qui j’étais.  Je ne me jugeais pas, je m’appréciais. Je me trouvais « ben correct comme ça ».
Le 7e étage m’a donné une nouvelle corde à ajouter à mon arc.  J’ai l’impression qu’un réalisateur de film m’a choisie pour être l’héroïne de son nouveau long métrage et qu’il m’a donné une armure et un arc et m’a demandé de me débrouiller avec ça.  
Le 7e étage m’a présenté des moments de silence.  Des moments de silence qui étaient les bienvenus, que je n’ai pas à la maison. Des moments de réflexions qui sont devenus des moments précieux, des moments remplis d’émotions que j’ai pu vivre enfin seule, avec mon cœur, ma tête, sans jugement, des moments qui m’ont apporté conseil pour me débrouiller avec ma nouvelle armure.
Je n’avais pas le désir de devenir plus forte mais la vie en a décidé autrement.  
Au 7e étage, je fais le plein d’énergie en regardant ma p’tite Jasmine se battre.  
Juste ça, c’est ben en masse pour devenir championne au tir -à-l ’arc avec une armure dans un film de Super héros!
Julie
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cardonaevents · 3 years
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Avui hem tornat a fer l' activitat de tir amb arc al @camping_hostalet. Hem gaudit d'una bona tarda amb els clients i usuaris del càmping. Seguim... https://www.instagram.com/p/CS-Ah4KItgP/?utm_medium=tumblr
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ibelieveicanfil · 3 years
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Un petit chat réalisé spécialement en gris pour une commande pour les Etats-Unis !
https://etsy.me/2IPgnzQ via Etsy
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paleotool · 4 years
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Prepping Bow Staves
After you have carefully selected the tree, cut it down, and (hopefully) had time to age the wood it is time to prep the bow staves. 
Prepping bow staves is a fair amount of work but made easier with the right tools and a little experience.  The examples below aged for nearly seven years in a dark, dry barn.  These are nearly all hickory and therefore, are generally easy to split if the grain is…
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