#deepsouth

[sawafix]

What do you think of this? #morning #underwater #redsea #deepsouth #jellyfish #season #summer #sun #sea #dive #diving #visitegypt #redseadivehub #fixphotoblog #padi #motivation #success #scuba #liveaboard #marsaalam #gouna #traveltheworld #aroundtheworld #nomad https://www.instagram.com/p/CmdaWaetA7B/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

#morning #underwater #redsea #deepsouth #jellyfish #season #summer #sun #sea #dive #diving #visitegypt #redseadivehub #fixphotoblog #padi #motivation #success #scuba #liveaboard #marsaalam #gouna #traveltheworld #aroundtheworld #nomad

[georgiagirlforever]

Dreams of the South & Home Sweet Home...

#south #southernga #Florida #deepsouth #southernborn #southernraised #southerngirl #Georgia #georgiapeach #oaks #oldoaks #moss #mossyoaks #southernmade #southerdreams

[dreaminginthedeepsouth]

May 21, 1977 The Ramblin' Raft Race on the Chattahoochee. Photo from the AJC digital archives at GSU. Great timeline of events from Atlanta Magazine here: http://tinyurl.com/zkpeb56

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“If we were all alike; if we were millions of people saying do, re, mi, in unison, one poet would be enough and Hesiod himself would do very well. Everything he said would be in no need of expounding or would have been expounded long ago. But we are not all alike and everything needs expounding all the time because, as people live and die, each one perceiving life and death for himself, and mostly by and in himself, there develops a curiosity about the perceptions of others. This is what makes it possible to go on saying new things about old things. The fact is that the saying of new things in new ways is grateful to us.”

- Wallace Stevens Opus Posthumous [Thanks to Whiskey River]

[via Alive On All Channels]

#deepsouth #Atlanta #Chattahoochee #AJC #GSU #Ramblin'Raft Race #Wallace Stevens #Whiskey River #Alive on All Channels

[poorinnocentguiguitab]

#aqueduc #galloromain #deepsouth #holidays #tourism #family #gardon #gard (à Pont du Gard) https://www.instagram.com/p/CmuCNW_LeBCAuCBMS54CHWfA_gZ0KwchBxtHbU0/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

#aqueduc #galloromain #deepsouth #holidays #tourism #family #gardon #gard

[larryshapiro]

Corbett FD at the Vista at Crown Point, Corbett, OR

#larryshapiro #Larry Shapiro #Shapirophotography.net #LarryShapiro.tumblr.com #LarryShapiroblog.com #firetruck #Kenworth #DeepSouth #VistaCrownPoint #CorbettFD #corbett or #tender

[bigbonkura]

最高の夏空に桜島がとんがったまま Mt. Sakurajima pointing toward a perfect summer blue sky #活火山 #鹿児島　#夏 #海　#山　#薩摩　#錦江湾 #南国 #青空　#volcano #ocean #mountain #activevolcano #kagoshima #satsuma #bluesky #cloudporn #kagoshimabay #kinkobay #deepsouth #長渕剛 (at 寺山公園展望台) https://www.instagram.com/p/ChbhzW3pBiT/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

#活火山 #鹿児島 #夏 #海 #山 #薩摩 #錦江湾 #南国 #青空 #volcano #ocean #mountain #activevolcano #kagoshima #satsuma #bluesky #cloudporn #kagoshimabay #kinkobay #deepsouth #長渕剛

[henriettasyarn]

The Scientific Method Turning Thirty:

Chapter One - Part One of Three, by @henriettasyarn

Have you ever felt something and then immediately felt like you weren’t allowed to feel that way? Or that, for some reason, that feeling was only reserved for people who “have actually been through something?” I just did this, for probably the one millionth time in my life, and for the first time I told myself, “No, this feeling is valid, you are allowed to have this feeling. This feeling is relevant. This feeling is real.”

            I don’t know if this moment of self-actualization was a result of my first brain-spotting therapy session yesterday or if the sticker on my fridge that reads, “your feelings are valid,” finally stuck, if you will. It could also be the result of one of the other ten variables I’ve thrown into my life since the impending doom of my thirtieth birthday took over my consciousness (and subconsciousness). Just as we were told in 9th grade biology, you can’t isolate the variable if you have no control, and you can’t analyze your hypothesis without dispersing your variables among individual samples — how the hell am I supposed to know what’s working? What is my control, my baseline? Is there even such a thing as a human baseline?

            Yesterday, my very experienced, yet very new to me, therapist had the [dis]pleasure of listening to a summary of my relationship with my husband since we moved in together in February of 2016 (today is December 1, 2023). That summary focused on the multiple degrees we’ve finished and started since we met and the multiple jobs Adam has started and finished since we met. It was a preface to the brain-spotting therapy, in which you are to dial in on a specific anxiety, trauma, phobia, or otherwise thought-controlling parasite, and find its locale in the back of your brain by staring at a little tiny white ball as it slowly moves around your face on X, Y, and Z axes. When asked which anxiety I wanted to focus on for my first session, I chose the “safe” one. I chose my relationship. I only went back 8 years and I was scared of divulging any further because I’m still unsure if any of my childhood struggles qualify as legitimate. But, anxiety and fear and guilt and resentment compound overtime. The “me” I am with Adam is the me that’s evolved from my childhood.

            I know very little about my parents’ relationship. They met in college, they got married in college, they finished college, they had my brother, my dad went back to college, they had me, and then three years later they got divorced. From my mom’s perspective, my dad was not helping her enough with the kids and the house. He was always forgetting to take out the trash and he kept going back to school to get more degrees. He was your average, undiagnosed, ADHD adult. From my dad’s perspective, he was blindsided. He had no idea she was unhappy until the divorce papers were served. As I type this, I’m realizing how much my marriage has been influenced by theirs; a marriage about which I know exactly seven facts. I might harbor some resentment towards them for not trying hard enough. I might give Adam too many chances to get it together because I am horribly afraid of making the same mistakes my parents did. And here I am again, not committing to my feelings: adding qualifiers just in case they’re wrong or invalid. I do resent my parents for not trying harder to stay together for my brother and me. I am actively compensating for this childhood disappointment in my own marriage.

            My mother-in-law, Lena, loves to say the words, “well, you’re stuck with us.” She reminds me that I’m stuck with her/her family at extremely random times, without pattern or reason. It’s her go-to remark after anything happens to which she assumes I might have an adverse reaction. I hate it. Firstly, I am never stuck. I am free. I wake up every day and choose to love Adam. That choice is not a requirement of me by God or anyone; it is derived of my own free-will. Secondly, my choice to love my husband has nothing to do with her or her family. Right now, I feel myself getting worked up and cozying up to cruelty. I’m going to let it ride, this is a journey of self-discovery, after all. I don’t understand my husband’s family. They believe in and worship a false god and their god sucks. Their god is hateful. Their god haunts my husband. Their god has told them to believe that prayer alone can heal a broken bone and that fake, aggrandizing, displays of emotion are the key to salvation. Their god has told them that a woman’s only path to salvation is through childbirth. It is a false god. The disdain that the matriarch, nicknamed “Sprinkles”, has for me oozes out of every orifice of her body. I have ruined her perfect record of great-grandchildren. Adam, her only childless grandchild, married a woman who “isn’t even going to share her breasts.” The quote is there because she actually fucking said that at my sister-in-law’s second wedding.

            Sprinkles is not the problem. Lena is not the problem. Hell, the false god isn’t even the problem. The problem is the masking. Recently, I was at a funeral for a coworker of mine. In his eulogy, the Pastor remarked on how David was the same David to every one he met. Whether he was at church, with family and friends or with co-workers, you always had the same David. The “takeaway” that the Pastor was angling towards was to encourage us, his family, friends, coworkers and fellow parishioners, to be more like David by being our true, authentic selves, no matter the circumstances. It’s a common theme for eulogists, motivational speakers and TikTokers everywhere — just be you and if they don’t love you for you, they aren’t worth keeping around anyways. In opposition to this age-old lesson on authenticity was Adam’s pentecostal upbringing.

#family #toxic christianity #adhd #brainspotting #writer #author #prose #chapterone #memoir #humor #comedy #evangelism #marriage #alabama #deepsouth #pentecostal #therapy #christianity #social commentary #henriettasyarn #original post #original work #original writing

[louearlshoes]

How to be scrubby cute while renovating a house. Step 1 👉 Be sure to wear the scrubbiest grossest jeans (or overalls) possible. But, make sure they’re cute. Step 2 👉 Find an old nasty tee shirt from your significant other. Be sure it has holes, paint or sweat stains. A cute old plaid will do as well. Step 3 👉 Cute comfortable shoes are a must. (Note my favorite LOU.EARL slip ons here). Somehow the detailed supreme quality and level of unsurpassed style will receive you compliments and possibly a dozen red roses, maybe even jewelry. Additional bonus tips 👉 ponytail hair and no makeup. A hammer in your overalls wins points also. 😽 . . . #howtostyle #womanpainter #carpenter #homerepair #houserenovation #tomboystyle #womensshoes #whiteshoes #womensstyle #ladiesinfashion #athleisure #casuallook #overalls #plaid #fashionfun #deepsouth #fashiondesigner #girlboss #smallbusinessowner #coolshoes #accessories #fashiontips #styleinspo #louearl #scrubbystyle (at The Hardware Store) https://www.instagram.com/p/CqG1MHvpHs8/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

#howtostyle #womanpainter #carpenter #homerepair #houserenovation #tomboystyle #womensshoes #whiteshoes #womensstyle #ladiesinfashion #athleisure #casuallook #overalls #plaid #fashionfun #deepsouth #fashiondesigner #girlboss #smallbusinessowner #coolshoes #accessories #fashiontips #styleinspo #louearl #scrubbystyle

[usoferica]

Being from the Deep South, road trips were true traveling experiences. In the winter, when there was no snow, the harvested cotton would litter the roadsides with fluffy whiteness. I grabbed one today while in a traffic jam. #travel #travelling #roadtrip #homefortheholidays #headinghome #driving #thetravelingred #deepsouth #dirtysouth #georgia #southcarolina #northcarolina #I95 #US301 #backroads #cotton #trafficjam #cottonseed (at North Carolina) https://www.instagram.com/p/CmxJPCbu4Bh/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

#travel #travelling #roadtrip #homefortheholidays #headinghome #driving #thetravelingred #deepsouth #dirtysouth #georgia #southcarolina #northcarolina #i95 #us301 #backroads #cotton #trafficjam #cottonseed

[itisandiamit]

The first one, you can see me hard at work. I call it either: “ The Lab” or “The Cockpit”. I have my recliner set up in front of my 42 inch and 32 inch monitors. With my laptop on standby. With 2 more laptops running local server. With my switches and Wi-Fi local network. Then, you see Puddin (aka Shadow) looking sweet, or out for a walk. Then, Phat Puss is in one, and she is the Boss. Wishing everyone a Merry Christmas! — Doc

#itisandiamit #doc and shadow #shadow the dog #puddinsdailtlufe #deepsouth #Deep_South #country life

[justimaginenaildesign]

Atlanta, GA…it’s been a few years since I was in this part of the country. Loved it when I lived here, however things are different now…. I’m here for the Tranont Convention and the amazing people that are here with me. So looking forward to learning so much more!…#transformation #tranont #tranontlife #gloweffect #powerplayers #atlanta #deepsouth #omnihotel #healthiswealth #convention #godissogood https://www.instagram.com/p/Ci2WlrkOV5I/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

#transformation #tranont #tranontlife #gloweffect #powerplayers #atlanta #deepsouth #omnihotel #healthiswealth #convention #godissogood

[crimemore]

Explosions from landmines killed a soldier and injured six police officers and four civilians in Thailand’s troubled Deep South on Monday, including a farmer who lost both her legs in the twin atta…

#Thaioland #Malaysia #DeepSouth #RubberFarmers

[soulsfailashesrise]

#Recipes #EatIt #EatThis #TryThis #TryIt #cooking #grits #yum #recipes #Deepsouth #downsouthdishes #follow https://www.instagram.com/p/ChA13davdX6/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

#recipes #eatit #eatthis #trythis #tryit #cooking #grits #yum #deepsouth #downsouthdishes #follow

[joseph-mansfield]

After having read Deep South by Paul Theroux last year, I made a note to read the 1932 novel Tobacco Road by Erskine Caldwell about Jeeter Lester and his farm and family. I just finished it today and my, what a depressing and dysfunctional life those people had in rural Georgia during the Depression. The fact that they were unable to do anything about it makes it even more hopeless. I’m glad I read the book and very happy and blessed to have been born in another time and place. #erskinecaldwell #tobaccoroad #paultheroux #deepsouth (at Upper East Side) https://www.instagram.com/p/Ce_uQmPJeO5/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

#erskinecaldwell #tobaccoroad #paultheroux #deepsouth

[poorinnocentguiguitab]

#uzes #placeauxherbes #marché #memories #mood #deepsouth (à Uzes Gard) https://www.instagram.com/p/Cmzq_h2r6LmN3V0B4T8VcouNZV1X3y2qPxE4UE0/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

#uzes #placeauxherbes #marché #memories #mood #deepsouth

[professional-termite]

When ever I read your username, instead of reading “professional-termite” I read “professor-termite”, but the “professor” is read like “professuh”.

i am a southern boi. and my title is professor woodson. so yeah thats actually pretty accurate

#betcha didnt know im from the deepsouth huh #asks #ask #anon #anonymous #🥸