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“ It's a core tenant of who we are, and it's called put people first. We take care of our people.” Derek De Salvia, Executive Vice President and Chief Customer Officer at Hilton Grand Vacations, joins Dan today to dive into the world of vacation ownership. The discussion covers the personal and professional aspects of hospitality, the evolution and benefits of the vacation ownership model, and how Hilton Grand Vacations differentiates itself in the industry, especially as one of Newsweek's Top Most Loved Workplaces. Derek shares insights into customer education, the impact of multi-generational ownership, the importance of team member engagement, and the adaptability of vacation ownership through economic cycles and evolving customer needs. The episode concludes with advice for potential customers and an invitation to experience Hilton Grand Vacations firsthand.Takeaways: Train your team to understand the difference between basic service and true hospitality. Aim for over-delivery on guest expectations.Highlight the importance of creating lasting memories for families, which can be a significant selling point for returning customers and multi-generational travel.Ensure guests are well-informed about how to maximize their memberships or stays through tutorials, seminars, and resources available on member pages.Foster a culture of hospitality among team members. When employees feel valued and cared for, they are more likely to pass on that sentiment to guests.Consider the long-term benefits and memories that owning a timeshare can create for your family across generations, rather than just focusing on the upfront costs and annual fees.Continuously gather and act on feedback from guest surveys and team member inputs to refine services and address any issues promptly.Quote of the Show:“We couldn't talk about hospitality and what that means to people if we didn't share that love and warmth of hospitality to our team members.” - Derek De SalviaLinks:LinkedIn: https://www.linkedin.com/in/derek-desalvia-m-s-5a2b5521/ Website: https://www.hiltongrandvacations.com/ Shout Outs:0:59 - Newsweek https://www.newsweek.com/ 3:32 - Hilton https://www.hilton.com/en/ 7:59 - Danny Meyer https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Danny_Meyer 18:21 - Great Wolf Lodge https://www.greatwolf.com/ 18:25 - Blue Green Vacations https://www.bluegreenvacations.com/ 18:27 - Bass Pro https://www.basspro.com/home
Your hair holds clues your blood work might miss. In this episode, we chat with Holistic Health Coach Kristin Salvia about how hair analysis can reveal mineral imbalances, chronic stress patterns, and hidden root causes behind fatigue, hormone issues, and more. Learn how to spot the signs, support detox gently, and rebalance your body from the inside out.Contact Kristin:
Send us a textDescription: An immersive reading of excerpts from The Three Musketeers by Alexandre Dumas translated by Lowell Bair with reflection on alternative and complementary care, rosemary and plot devicesWebsite:https://anauscultation.wordpress.comWork:excerpts from The Three Musketeers by Alexandre Dumas translated by Lowell Bair“My son, all I have to give you is fifteen ecus, my horse, and the advice you've just heard. Your mother will give you the recipe for an ointment that a Gypsy woman taught her how to make: it miraculously heals any wound that doesn't reach the heart. Make the most of all these gifts, and have a long, happy life.” “At five o'clock the next morning d'Artagnan got up, went to the kitchen, and, among several other ingredients that history has not revealed to us, asked for some wine, olive oil, and rosemary. Then he made an ointment, which he put on his many wounds. He changed the compresses himself and would not allow the doctor to be called in. Thanks to the efficacy of the Gypsy ointment and also, perhaps, to the absence of the doctor, by that evening he was back on his feet, and by the next day he had almost completely recovered.”“[It was] an isolated, sinister-looking little house in the distance. […] the man whom Athos had found with such difficulty lead him into his laboratory, where he had been wiring together the clattering bones of a skeleton. The body was assembled and the head lay on the table. Everything else in the room showed that he was devoted to the study of the natural sciences: there were labeled jars with snakes in them; dried lizards in black wooden frames gleamed like cut emeralds; bundles of fragrant herbs, no doubt endowed with powers unknown to ordinary men, hung from the ceiling.” References:de Macedo LM, Santos ÉMD, Militão L, Tundisi LL, Ataide JA, Souto EB, Mazzola PG. Rosemary (Rosmarinus officinalis L., syn Salvia rosmarinus Spenn.) and Its Topical Applications: A Review. Plants (Basel). 2020 May 21;9(5):651.Cervantes Saavedra, M. d., & Grossman, E. (2005). Don Quixote. 1st Ecco pbk. ed. Ecco.Dumas, Alexandre, and Lowell Bair. The Three Musketeers. New York, Bantam Dell, 2004.
➡ CLICK HERE to send me a text, I'd love to hear what you thought about this episode! Leave your name in the text so I know who it's from! Another week, another inspiring Milwaukee woman. Today's guest is the woman in town that people turn to when they want uniquely creative, impossibly JOYFUL and unconventionally fun outdoor events. Steph Salvia is the Executive Director at Joy Engine, the small non-profit responsible for the incredibly joyful art instillations that pop up from time to time around Milwaukee (think the Cosmopods on the beaches last summer, the oversized swallows at Lake Shore State Park, and the gigantic full Moon over Catalano Square. Listen today as we talk about the mission of Joy Engine, why it's so needed in Milwaukee, and how YOU can join in on the fun. In addition to their accessible-for-ALL art installations, Joy Engine also provides 'Joy Grants' to promote local artists and creatives who have innovative ideas on spreading joy in the 414.
In this episode I take you on a journey into the most bizarre corners of consciousness. This one dude lived 15 years as a ceiling fan.But that's just the beginning.We dive into a DMT trip where the useer experienced full-on nonduality, remembered multiple past lives, and dissolved into the raw code of the universe.But we start off the episode with an experience where someone became a painting in a museum for ten years. Frozen in time. Silent witness to passing strangers, curators and years of human confusion. Will you try Saliva after listening to this episode? We'll see...15 years as a ceiling fan: https://www.reddit.com/r/Salvia/comments/1e5dmqb/salvia_trip_report_lived_15_years_as_a_ceiling/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=web3x&utm_name=web3xcss&utm_term=1&utm_content=share_button10 years as a painting in a museum: https://www.reddit.com/r/Salvia/comments/1kmtv2v/i_smoked_salvia_and_spent_10_years_as_a_painting/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=web3x&utm_name=web3xcss&utm_term=1&utm_content=share_buttonPast lives on DMT: https://www.reddit.com/r/DMT/comments/1l9s3z7/i_think_i_met_myself_1000_lives_ago/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=web3x&utm_name=web3xcss&utm_term=1&utm_content=share_buttonInstagram► instagram.com/imtrippin2hardContact me: imtrippin2hard@gmail.comThis video is for educational and entertainment purposes only. Always research, practice harm reduction and follow your local laws.© TRiPP!NSend me a message! Support the show
Why do my ferns have rusty spots? Any tips for stopping caterpillars eating my cabbages? Have you upcycled any objects in the garden?Peter Gibbs and a panel of plant and gardening experts are in Crowthorne, Berkshire and offer advice to an audience of keen gardeners. Joining Peter are pest and disease expert Pippa Greenwood, head gardener Matthew Pottage and proud plantswoman Christine Walkden.Later in the programme, house plant expert James Wong visits the Of The Oak exhibition at The Royal Botanic Gardens Kew, which celebrates the Lucombe oak and oak trees as a vital hub of biodiversity. He's joined by visual artist Ersin Han Ersin and arborist Cecily Withall.Senior Producer: Daniel Cocker Junior Producer: Rahnee Prescod Executive Producer: Carly MailePlant List Questions and timecodes are below. Where applicable, plant names have been provided. Q – The council have recently cleared a raised flowerbed at the front of the Morgan Centre. It previously had in it a giant prickly pyracantha. What would the panel suggest? (02'02")Matthew Smith – Callistemon rigidus, stiff bottlebrush Alstroemeria Indian Summer ('Tesronto'PBR) (Summer Paradise - Summer Series), Peruvian lily [Indian summer] Salvia nemorosa 'Caradonna', Balkan clary 'Caradonna' Salvia rosmarinus Prostrata Group (Ro), rosemary Prostrata GroupQ - Why have my ferns developed rusty looking spots – is it caused by a disease? (06'31") Q – Any tips on growing miss Willmott's ghost? (09'08")Q – I have a bank of mature Heathers. Can I prune them as they're quite tall now or do I need to replace them as they get straggly? (13'13")Q- How do I stop caterpillars from eating my cabbages? (17'05")Feature – James Wong visits the 'Of the Oak' at The Royal Botanic Gardens Kew, which celebrates the Lucombe oak. He's joined by Ersin Han Ersin and Cecily Withal (21'28”)Q - How do we encourage our Camellia to flower? (25'56")Q – I would like to plant some other more interesting climbing plants in a shady spot – what do the panel recommend? (29'13")Matthew Pottage – Hydrangea petiolaris, climbing hydrangea Hydrangea petiolaris 'Silver Lining'PBR hydrangea 'Silver Linng' Hedera colchica 'Dentata Variegata' (v), ivy 'Dentata Variegata'Christine Walkden – Ampelopsis quinquefolia, Virginia creeper Dactylicapnos scandens, yellow bleeding heart vinePippa Greenwood – Lonicera, honeysuckleQ – How often do Clematis Clematis' flower? (34'02")Q – Can the panel recommend any other ways to repurpose objects? (36'26")Q – I'd like you to recommend plants for a red hot, south facing gravel garden? (36'25")
Matching Day: Part 2The struggle for honesty, and the grace to accept..Based on a post by SmallTownPrincess, in 2 parts. Listen to the Podcast at Connected."So, tell me about your family, Mason," Livia said, tracing the lines of his palm with one finger. How long had they been out there? Although it felt like she'd been with Mason for only a few minutes, at most, she was deathly afraid that dawn would break soon, and they would have to part ways, sneaking back into their respective beds."Oh, they're nothing special," he said with a shrug. "My father's done pretty well for us with inter-community trade, and my mother's a self-proclaimed busybody. I have two little sisters who must hate me, for all the grief they cause me, and a cat that only eats because I ask him to every day."Livia sympathized with the cat; she would follow Mason to the ends of the earth, if he asked her to and really meant it. She wouldn't tell him that, though. He still believed that the answer to all their problems was to run off into the wilderness and never look back."They must love you a lot, to plan a big wedding for you - and build you a house! My father expected my match to do that with his own two hands.""Nah, they mostly just like being a spectacle in town, and a big wedding's the best way to ensure that everyone's talking about you. As for the house, I'd rather build it myself, honestly. I feel like a child with them paving the way for me like this.""I'll bet Salvia's bragging to everyone who'll listen about her fairy-tale wedding and big stone house - at eighteen!"Mason shrugged, looking stormy. "She keeps asking me when we can have our first baby boy. A baby? I'm not ready for a baby. I could go another decade before I would even think about having kids. I'll be nineteen when we get married, for gods' sake.""Nineteen?""I barely missed the cutoff for the last age group, so I think I'm probably the oldest in ours."A chill wind snuck down Livia's collar, and she shuddered, enjoying Mason's immediate response of wrapping his arms around her and pulling her back up against his chest. She could get used to being held that way. She lay her head back against his shoulder, and he sighed happily."Mason?""Hmm?""Do you still intend to marry her?"He shook his head, tousling her hair where his chin rested on it. "That big house will be ours - yours and mine - or they can give it to one of my sisters, for all I care. All I want is you."The chuckling scream of an owl broke the silence of the night, foreboding as the lustrous moon lay silver-lined shadows over the pair. "What are we going to do, Mason?""What do you mean?""What are you we going to do? I mean, you're supposed to get married in a month, to Salvia, and I'm supposed to spend the rest of my life unhappy and alone. People are going to notice if either of those things don't happen.""We could tell them that I prefer you to Salvia, " Mason said doubtfully, and Livia didn't even bother to reply. That was clearly not an option. "Or we could run, like I said originally.""There's nowhere to run," Livia murmured."Then, I suppose, this is our only option.""What is?""This. Meetings, like this.""What, you mean you want to keep meeting me in secret like this?""Sure, why not?""Won't someone in Salvia's house notice that you sneak out every night?" Mason was living with Salvia's family until his own house was built in Micrague, but, to Salvia's dismay, he was not taking advantage of sleeping just down the hall from her."Probably not, and even if they do, I told them the very first day I went home with her that sometimes I preferred to sleep outside, under the stars." He chuckled. "They probably think I'm quite odd, but it really is nice, sometimes, to just lay out here and look up at them."Livia snuggled closer to him and followed his eyes up to the dancing points of light in the rich blue-violet night. "But then, what happens next month, when your family send word for you to come home with her?""Hmm, the guys from Micrague probably don't remember what my match looked like, and you could answer to Salvia for the rest of your life, ""But the girls who matched those boys would know I didn't match you. They'll definitely remember that I was the one who ended up with no one to love but a dead boy I never met.""Gods, Livia, I don't know," he said, sounding frustrated. "What do you want me to say? That this can only go on until I'm called home?""Can't it?""Maybe it'll have to stop when I'm called home," he said, then shook his head fiercely. "No. No, one way or another, I'm going to marry you someday, Livia Russing."Hearing her last name from his lips sent a jolt of reality through her system. "I don't know your last name, Mason," she said, eyes still fixed on the glittering treasure of the heavens."It's Griersley. Don't let that be the deciding point against me when you're deciding whether or not you want to marry me," he said with a grin."It's not bad.""Is bad enough.""But I still don't know you well enough to say that I love you, Mr. Griersley," she said, grinning a little herself. "For all I know, you could be an axe murderer.""Well, you've been alone with me for hours now. Have you seen any signs that I'm going to be a danger to you?"She giggled, then settled into seriousness. "No, I don't think you would hurt me."He was still in a silly mood, grabbing her lightly around the neck and cackling evilly. "Now I've got you, princess!" he said in a nasal, grating voice. "You only thought I asked you here because I'm falling for you. In fact, I'm a hideous villain, bent on killing the loveliest and most brilliant girls in every community. You're my next victim!"Livia laughed, twisting to kiss him again. It felt more natural every time their lips met; after hours of it, she felt like she'd been born to kiss him.Dawn bleached the horizon and made the trees stand like motionless skeletons. Livia savored the taste of Mason's lips on hers as she clambered back into bed, wishing her quilt-shrouded mattress was half as comfortable as his arms.With the promise of seeing him again that night, having him all to herself for hours and hours, she could make it through another day. She just wished night would come a little sooner.There were moments, in the next few weeks, that made Livia wonder if the gods were making up for tormenting her with Bracken's death by saturating every moment with exhilarating euphoria.Mason, his face glowing with the radiance of the simple joy her presence brought him, danced with her in the moon's spotlight, humming a song he made up on the spot, her twirling feet sending leaves spinning all around them and making the breeze whirl and seethe with jealousy.His teeth stood like pearly bits of star against his tan skin as he laughed, dipping her low enough that her hair brushed the dirt forest floor, then bringing her lightly back to her feet with an easy, undemanding kiss.Combing his fingers through her hair, he poured nonsense pieces of poetry into the night, laughing occasionally at a particularly horrible rhyme, calling for her to contribute as well. But she wouldn't interrupt the uninhibited rhythm of his deep, pleasant voice; she let his words roll pleasantly over her soul while his fingers did the same to her scalp.Electricity lanced the night as their lips mimicked each other's shape, and each of them drew life from the other's wholehearted ardor.Livia whispered, "I do, after all.""Do what?""Love you."Mason wrapped around her, keeping her warm as her discarded clothes could not. His lips were drawing a lazy line of kisses from her forehead down her nose, over her lips and onto her neck. He sucked gently at the spot where her neck ended and shoulder began, then dusted kisses across her collarbones.His hands ran lightly along her sides, fingers brushing her skin from tits to hips and back again. She brushed her fingers through his hair, tugged on it in a mute request for him to make his way back to her mouth and kiss her as he had been for weeks, but his mouth was quite busy venturing to previously unexplored territory.Mason's lips pressed against her sternum, and the softness just above her belly button, and then the softness just below. He shifted back onto his heels so he could more easily massage his way down her thighs and to her knees. Hungrily, he eyed her body."Mason?" She could barely manage the breath to whisper his name. Something was making her chest tight, making it hard to bring in air; she realized after a moment that it was fear. That was the thing with Mason , he frightened her. Not because he would ever hurt her, but because he looked at life and asked for more than he was given. He pushed boundaries.His fingers were testing her boundaries now, working their way back up the inside of her legs and finding the intersection of her legs. He bent low, kissing her thigh just south of where his fingers rested, and his breath was both hot and cold on her body. It made her suddenly aware of a dampness there she did not recognize."Mason," she said again, more forcefully this time, and his eyes met hers."Yes?"She licked her lips, trembling as he continued to breathe on her slick folds. "Are you planning to do what I think you're planning to do?""Only if you want it," Mason replied. He stared up at her for at least a minute before she realized she was meant to respond positively or negatively, but she had no answer. How could she think with his mouth practically pressed to her lips there? "Livia? Do you want to?""I, " She observed the tenderness with which he was stroking her thigh, and melted a bit. "Yes. Please."Mason grinned. He leaned in just a bit closer and touched his lips to her, then slid his tongue between her folds, trailing it up to the nub of her clitoris , she gasped and tried to keep from shuddering, not wanting to break the contact , and then down until he circled her slit. His eyes sought hers, looking for approval; he must have seen it in her face, because he began to move his tongue in earnest, sliding it up and down, then delving into her opening as deeply as he could.Livia squeezed her eyes shut to concentrate on the feelings, but the intensity gave her a sense of vertigo so intense she almost felt herself sliding along the forest floor, as though the world had tipped off its axis. She clutched at Mason's shoulders to steady herself, digging her nails in harder than she realized.As Mason's warm mouth moved against her most sensitive places, she began to feel something completely new. It was a need she had never experienced before, an urgent and desperate desire so foreign that she could hardly guess how to fulfill it. She would have thought that Mason's current activity would relieve it somehow, but it was only sharpening the edge on her hunger."Mason, I need;” she started. She wasn't sure how to finish. Mason stopped immediately, sensing her distress, sitting up and wiping his mouth."What? What do you need?""I don't, know." She spoke quietly, distractedly. When Mason sat up, he revealed the entirety of his nude form, and Livia found her attention drawn to his sizable manhood, standing at attention. She stared, beginning to get an idea of what it was she needed.Picking up on her thoughts as though she was speaking them aloud, Mason abandoned his eager, if inexperienced, efforts to please her with his mouth and bent to press his body against hers again. He held himself just far enough off her that his weight would not oppress her, but the full length of his feverishly warm body covered hers, and the full length of his member pressed against her mound, pulsing slightly with each heartbeat.Slowly, painfully slowly, Mason slid his hips down, pulling his cock down her body until the head rested just where her lower lips parted, and then gravity and her own moisture pulled it the rest of the way. It came to rest just where it belonged, against her opening."Is this what you want?" Mason asked. With his mouth on her throat as it was, she felt more than heard his words.She nodded, eyes closed. "Yes."There was really no pain. Livia was surprised; she had heard from other girls that it was quite unpleasant the first time, sometimes even traumatic, but perhaps they had not had such tender first lovers, or perhaps they had not been so achingly, drenchedly eager to have their lover inside them. Livia hadn't even been aware of how badly she wanted Mason within her until he was, and all her tension drained out of her with a long sigh."It's perfect," she said, marveling at the fit of him in her. They were made for each other.For many long minutes they were motionless, sharing each other , they were no longer two people, but a single entity, joined intimately."I'm yours, Livia." Mason's voice was husky, and Livia saw that it was costing him something to remain still, not to just claim her from the inside out; she saw also in the way he wrapped his arms tightly around her and squeezed as if he would never let go that he was happy to remain frozen in place and share the moment, happy even as he strained for more."And I'm yours. Take me, Mason."And he did.Eventually they fell asleep, still connected, and didn't wake until larks' songs began to break the stillness of the air with the dawn.Just when she thought nothing could be more perfect, more beautiful, the gods realized their carelessness in letting too much rapture concentrate in just two small hearts, and they began to set things back to rights.Livia picked her way through the now-familiar path from her house to their meeting place in the trees, stepping lightly over fallen branches and dodging snags and thorns with ease. She'd sat at her window all afternoon, watching the sun in its path, wishing it haste as it progressed toward the horizon. Her mother wondered what had gotten into her, but didn't mourn the change. It had been painful to see her daughter in such misery after Matching Day.Just a little ways now, she thought cheerfully, wanting to whistle but deciding that would be imprudent. The fear of what they were doing didn't eat at her anymore, and she could almost forget, in the flawless moments with Mason, that there was anything wrong in what they did. When she saw Salvia, her face did not burn with blood, as it did at the beginning, and she did not hunch her shoulders against imagined accusations as she crossed the town now.At the very moment it always seemed she had been walking too far, that she must have passed the clearing completely and needed to turn around, she saw Mason.He was standing much as he had been the first night they'd met here, his hands balled into fists in his pockets, his eyes on the sky, standing in what she now recognized was his tensest stance, directly in the center of the clearing. He was wholly illuminated by a moon that approached full, and she could see the glistening tracks of tears on both cheeks, the slightest quiver to his bottom lip. Pain spiked just beneath her breastbone as she wondered distressedly what had upset him."Mason?" she called, tumbling out of the trees and into his arms. He barely caught her as she tripped over the undergrowth, landing ungracefully against his chest, and when she looked up into his face, she had never seen such despair."You came," he said brokenly. "I hoped you wouldn't.""What?"Rustling footsteps all around them told of the presence of others, and Mason's hands tightened on her upper arms as if he could somehow squeeze her out of sight.Livia's head swiveled frantically from side to side as she tried to see each face as they appeared, grimacing, out of the shadows; at the front of them all, she saw Salvia's triumphant countenance.And Mason's eyes never l
Matching Day: Part 2The struggle for honesty, and the grace to accept..Based on a post by SmallTownPrincess, in 2 parts. Listen to the Podcast at Connected."So, tell me about your family, Mason," Livia said, tracing the lines of his palm with one finger. How long had they been out there? Although it felt like she'd been with Mason for only a few minutes, at most, she was deathly afraid that dawn would break soon, and they would have to part ways, sneaking back into their respective beds."Oh, they're nothing special," he said with a shrug. "My father's done pretty well for us with inter-community trade, and my mother's a self-proclaimed busybody. I have two little sisters who must hate me, for all the grief they cause me, and a cat that only eats because I ask him to every day."Livia sympathized with the cat; she would follow Mason to the ends of the earth, if he asked her to and really meant it. She wouldn't tell him that, though. He still believed that the answer to all their problems was to run off into the wilderness and never look back."They must love you a lot, to plan a big wedding for you - and build you a house! My father expected my match to do that with his own two hands.""Nah, they mostly just like being a spectacle in town, and a big wedding's the best way to ensure that everyone's talking about you. As for the house, I'd rather build it myself, honestly. I feel like a child with them paving the way for me like this.""I'll bet Salvia's bragging to everyone who'll listen about her fairy-tale wedding and big stone house - at eighteen!"Mason shrugged, looking stormy. "She keeps asking me when we can have our first baby boy. A baby? I'm not ready for a baby. I could go another decade before I would even think about having kids. I'll be nineteen when we get married, for gods' sake.""Nineteen?""I barely missed the cutoff for the last age group, so I think I'm probably the oldest in ours."A chill wind snuck down Livia's collar, and she shuddered, enjoying Mason's immediate response of wrapping his arms around her and pulling her back up against his chest. She could get used to being held that way. She lay her head back against his shoulder, and he sighed happily."Mason?""Hmm?""Do you still intend to marry her?"He shook his head, tousling her hair where his chin rested on it. "That big house will be ours - yours and mine - or they can give it to one of my sisters, for all I care. All I want is you."The chuckling scream of an owl broke the silence of the night, foreboding as the lustrous moon lay silver-lined shadows over the pair. "What are we going to do, Mason?""What do you mean?""What are you we going to do? I mean, you're supposed to get married in a month, to Salvia, and I'm supposed to spend the rest of my life unhappy and alone. People are going to notice if either of those things don't happen.""We could tell them that I prefer you to Salvia, " Mason said doubtfully, and Livia didn't even bother to reply. That was clearly not an option. "Or we could run, like I said originally.""There's nowhere to run," Livia murmured."Then, I suppose, this is our only option.""What is?""This. Meetings, like this.""What, you mean you want to keep meeting me in secret like this?""Sure, why not?""Won't someone in Salvia's house notice that you sneak out every night?" Mason was living with Salvia's family until his own house was built in Micrague, but, to Salvia's dismay, he was not taking advantage of sleeping just down the hall from her."Probably not, and even if they do, I told them the very first day I went home with her that sometimes I preferred to sleep outside, under the stars." He chuckled. "They probably think I'm quite odd, but it really is nice, sometimes, to just lay out here and look up at them."Livia snuggled closer to him and followed his eyes up to the dancing points of light in the rich blue-violet night. "But then, what happens next month, when your family send word for you to come home with her?""Hmm, the guys from Micrague probably don't remember what my match looked like, and you could answer to Salvia for the rest of your life, ""But the girls who matched those boys would know I didn't match you. They'll definitely remember that I was the one who ended up with no one to love but a dead boy I never met.""Gods, Livia, I don't know," he said, sounding frustrated. "What do you want me to say? That this can only go on until I'm called home?""Can't it?""Maybe it'll have to stop when I'm called home," he said, then shook his head fiercely. "No. No, one way or another, I'm going to marry you someday, Livia Russing."Hearing her last name from his lips sent a jolt of reality through her system. "I don't know your last name, Mason," she said, eyes still fixed on the glittering treasure of the heavens."It's Griersley. Don't let that be the deciding point against me when you're deciding whether or not you want to marry me," he said with a grin."It's not bad.""Is bad enough.""But I still don't know you well enough to say that I love you, Mr. Griersley," she said, grinning a little herself. "For all I know, you could be an axe murderer.""Well, you've been alone with me for hours now. Have you seen any signs that I'm going to be a danger to you?"She giggled, then settled into seriousness. "No, I don't think you would hurt me."He was still in a silly mood, grabbing her lightly around the neck and cackling evilly. "Now I've got you, princess!" he said in a nasal, grating voice. "You only thought I asked you here because I'm falling for you. In fact, I'm a hideous villain, bent on killing the loveliest and most brilliant girls in every community. You're my next victim!"Livia laughed, twisting to kiss him again. It felt more natural every time their lips met; after hours of it, she felt like she'd been born to kiss him.Dawn bleached the horizon and made the trees stand like motionless skeletons. Livia savored the taste of Mason's lips on hers as she clambered back into bed, wishing her quilt-shrouded mattress was half as comfortable as his arms.With the promise of seeing him again that night, having him all to herself for hours and hours, she could make it through another day. She just wished night would come a little sooner.There were moments, in the next few weeks, that made Livia wonder if the gods were making up for tormenting her with Bracken's death by saturating every moment with exhilarating euphoria.Mason, his face glowing with the radiance of the simple joy her presence brought him, danced with her in the moon's spotlight, humming a song he made up on the spot, her twirling feet sending leaves spinning all around them and making the breeze whirl and seethe with jealousy.His teeth stood like pearly bits of star against his tan skin as he laughed, dipping her low enough that her hair brushed the dirt forest floor, then bringing her lightly back to her feet with an easy, undemanding kiss.Combing his fingers through her hair, he poured nonsense pieces of poetry into the night, laughing occasionally at a particularly horrible rhyme, calling for her to contribute as well. But she wouldn't interrupt the uninhibited rhythm of his deep, pleasant voice; she let his words roll pleasantly over her soul while his fingers did the same to her scalp.Electricity lanced the night as their lips mimicked each other's shape, and each of them drew life from the other's wholehearted ardor.Livia whispered, "I do, after all.""Do what?""Love you."Mason wrapped around her, keeping her warm as her discarded clothes could not. His lips were drawing a lazy line of kisses from her forehead down her nose, over her lips and onto her neck. He sucked gently at the spot where her neck ended and shoulder began, then dusted kisses across her collarbones.His hands ran lightly along her sides, fingers brushing her skin from tits to hips and back again. She brushed her fingers through his hair, tugged on it in a mute request for him to make his way back to her mouth and kiss her as he had been for weeks, but his mouth was quite busy venturing to previously unexplored territory.Mason's lips pressed against her sternum, and the softness just above her belly button, and then the softness just below. He shifted back onto his heels so he could more easily massage his way down her thighs and to her knees. Hungrily, he eyed her body."Mason?" She could barely manage the breath to whisper his name. Something was making her chest tight, making it hard to bring in air; she realized after a moment that it was fear. That was the thing with Mason , he frightened her. Not because he would ever hurt her, but because he looked at life and asked for more than he was given. He pushed boundaries.His fingers were testing her boundaries now, working their way back up the inside of her legs and finding the intersection of her legs. He bent low, kissing her thigh just south of where his fingers rested, and his breath was both hot and cold on her body. It made her suddenly aware of a dampness there she did not recognize."Mason," she said again, more forcefully this time, and his eyes met hers."Yes?"She licked her lips, trembling as he continued to breathe on her slick folds. "Are you planning to do what I think you're planning to do?""Only if you want it," Mason replied. He stared up at her for at least a minute before she realized she was meant to respond positively or negatively, but she had no answer. How could she think with his mouth practically pressed to her lips there? "Livia? Do you want to?""I, " She observed the tenderness with which he was stroking her thigh, and melted a bit. "Yes. Please."Mason grinned. He leaned in just a bit closer and touched his lips to her, then slid his tongue between her folds, trailing it up to the nub of her clitoris , she gasped and tried to keep from shuddering, not wanting to break the contact , and then down until he circled her slit. His eyes sought hers, looking for approval; he must have seen it in her face, because he began to move his tongue in earnest, sliding it up and down, then delving into her opening as deeply as he could.Livia squeezed her eyes shut to concentrate on the feelings, but the intensity gave her a sense of vertigo so intense she almost felt herself sliding along the forest floor, as though the world had tipped off its axis. She clutched at Mason's shoulders to steady herself, digging her nails in harder than she realized.As Mason's warm mouth moved against her most sensitive places, she began to feel something completely new. It was a need she had never experienced before, an urgent and desperate desire so foreign that she could hardly guess how to fulfill it. She would have thought that Mason's current activity would relieve it somehow, but it was only sharpening the edge on her hunger."Mason, I need;” she started. She wasn't sure how to finish. Mason stopped immediately, sensing her distress, sitting up and wiping his mouth."What? What do you need?""I don't, know." She spoke quietly, distractedly. When Mason sat up, he revealed the entirety of his nude form, and Livia found her attention drawn to his sizable manhood, standing at attention. She stared, beginning to get an idea of what it was she needed.Picking up on her thoughts as though she was speaking them aloud, Mason abandoned his eager, if inexperienced, efforts to please her with his mouth and bent to press his body against hers again. He held himself just far enough off her that his weight would not oppress her, but the full length of his feverishly warm body covered hers, and the full length of his member pressed against her mound, pulsing slightly with each heartbeat.Slowly, painfully slowly, Mason slid his hips down, pulling his cock down her body until the head rested just where her lower lips parted, and then gravity and her own moisture pulled it the rest of the way. It came to rest just where it belonged, against her opening."Is this what you want?" Mason asked. With his mouth on her throat as it was, she felt more than heard his words.She nodded, eyes closed. "Yes."There was really no pain. Livia was surprised; she had heard from other girls that it was quite unpleasant the first time, sometimes even traumatic, but perhaps they had not had such tender first lovers, or perhaps they had not been so achingly, drenchedly eager to have their lover inside them. Livia hadn't even been aware of how badly she wanted Mason within her until he was, and all her tension drained out of her with a long sigh."It's perfect," she said, marveling at the fit of him in her. They were made for each other.For many long minutes they were motionless, sharing each other , they were no longer two people, but a single entity, joined intimately."I'm yours, Livia." Mason's voice was husky, and Livia saw that it was costing him something to remain still, not to just claim her from the inside out; she saw also in the way he wrapped his arms tightly around her and squeezed as if he would never let go that he was happy to remain frozen in place and share the moment, happy even as he strained for more."And I'm yours. Take me, Mason."And he did.Eventually they fell asleep, still connected, and didn't wake until larks' songs began to break the stillness of the air with the dawn.Just when she thought nothing could be more perfect, more beautiful, the gods realized their carelessness in letting too much rapture concentrate in just two small hearts, and they began to set things back to rights.Livia picked her way through the now-familiar path from her house to their meeting place in the trees, stepping lightly over fallen branches and dodging snags and thorns with ease. She'd sat at her window all afternoon, watching the sun in its path, wishing it haste as it progressed toward the horizon. Her mother wondered what had gotten into her, but didn't mourn the change. It had been painful to see her daughter in such misery after Matching Day.Just a little ways now, she thought cheerfully, wanting to whistle but deciding that would be imprudent. The fear of what they were doing didn't eat at her anymore, and she could almost forget, in the flawless moments with Mason, that there was anything wrong in what they did. When she saw Salvia, her face did not burn with blood, as it did at the beginning, and she did not hunch her shoulders against imagined accusations as she crossed the town now.At the very moment it always seemed she had been walking too far, that she must have passed the clearing completely and needed to turn around, she saw Mason.He was standing much as he had been the first night they'd met here, his hands balled into fists in his pockets, his eyes on the sky, standing in what she now recognized was his tensest stance, directly in the center of the clearing. He was wholly illuminated by a moon that approached full, and she could see the glistening tracks of tears on both cheeks, the slightest quiver to his bottom lip. Pain spiked just beneath her breastbone as she wondered distressedly what had upset him."Mason?" she called, tumbling out of the trees and into his arms. He barely caught her as she tripped over the undergrowth, landing ungracefully against his chest, and when she looked up into his face, she had never seen such despair."You came," he said brokenly. "I hoped you wouldn't.""What?"Rustling footsteps all around them told of the presence of others, and Mason's hands tightened on her upper arms as if he could somehow squeeze her out of sight.Livia's head swiveled frantically from side to side as she tried to see each face as they appeared, grimacing, out of the shadows; at the front of them all, she saw Salvia's triumphant countenance.And Mason's eyes never l
Tomás de Iriarte y Nieves Ravelo (Puerto de la Cruz, Tenerife, 1750 – Madrid, 1791) fue un destacado escritor, traductor, dramaturgo y poeta español del siglo XVIII, asociado al movimiento de la Ilustración y el Neoclasicismo. Es especialmente reconocido por sus "Fábulas literarias", una colección de fábulas originales que combinan crítica social con enseñanzas morales. Proveniente de una familia culta y aristocrática, Iriarte se trasladó a Madrid a los 14 años bajo la tutela de su tío, Juan de Iriarte, un notable humanista y bibliógrafo. Allí estudió lenguas clásicas y modernas, y comenzó su carrera como traductor de teatro francés y del "Arte poética" de Horacio. Su obra más destacada, "Fábulas literarias" (1782), le valió tanto reconocimiento como controversia, especialmente con su antiguo amigo Félix María de Samaniego, debido a disputas sobre la originalidad de sus respectivas colecciones de fábulas. Además de la literatura, Iriarte tenía inclinaciones musicales; tocaba el violín y la viola, y compuso sinfonías y piezas teatrales, aunque muchas de estas composiciones se han perdido. Falleció en Madrid a los 40 años, víctima de la gota. Entre sus fábulas más conocidas se encuentran: El burro y la flauta: Ilustra cómo el éxito ocasional no necesariamente refleja habilidad o talento. Los dos conejos: Critica la tendencia a distraerse con discusiones triviales en momentos cruciales. El oso, la mona y el cerdo: Destaca la importancia de la crítica sincera frente a los halagos vacíos. El rico erudito: Reflexiona sobre la superficialidad y la apariencia frente al verdadero conocimiento. El té y la salvia: Subraya cómo a menudo se valora más lo extranjero que lo propio.
Matching Day: Part 1To love risks more than just her heart.Based on a post by SmallTownPrincess, in 2 parts. Listen to the Podcast at Connected.Girls spend their entire lives looking forward to the fateful Matching Day - and whether or not they will admit it, boys, too, have at least a healthy curiosity. It's so reassuring, knowing that in your eighteenth year, you and your age-mates will be paired off, brought together with another from their own community or a surrounding one that match them perfectly. No song-and-dance dating rituals, like the ones in the books Livia liked to read, no old maids, no riotous bachelors; just simple, comforting compatibility."Have you heard?" The hushed, conspiratorial tones issued from the pink-lacquered lips of Livia's best friend, Mara."What?" Livia's low-pitched voice always made her sound disinterested, but she paid close attention to Mara when her friend sounded this urgent."There was a big accident over in Micrague. One guy died!""Oh, that's terrible," Livia murmured, letting her eyelashes drop and rise again to half-mast in a brief show of empathy. It was all she had time for, as Mara leaned suddenly, ever more urgently forward, gripping Livia's arm in both hands."That's not the worst thing," she rolled on. "The guy who was killed? He just turned eighteen. That makes the numbers for tomorrow's Matching uneven!"Two full breaths, painful to the impatient Mara, passed before Livia spoke in response. "So, what, someone won't be paired? A girl will be left without her match?""Whoever matched with him will have no pair on Matching Day," Mara proclaimed ominously. Her eyes were wide and glittering with morbid excitement."What do they do about that?" It was unheard of, as far as Livia knew; there were always even numbers, always a perfect match for everyone.Mara gave an exaggerated shrug. "Maybe she'll never be matched."Livia was surprised into laughter. "They can't leave her without a match forever," she said with certainty. "Maybe they'll search out another community for someone that fits even better than that poor boy who died."Her reassuring confidence sent Mara, humming, away to terrify someone else with proclamations of an eternity alone for some poor girl. The thought nagged at Livia for the rest of the afternoon, though. What if he was matched with me?"Verin Massada," the stern voice called from the central platform, and a stick-thin brunette drifted toward the three steps that lifted her above the circle of impatient teenagers."Philip Pressia." The broad-shouldered redhead that stepped up to take Verin's hand smirked and bowed at the polite smattering of applause that ushered the happy new couple off the stage. Livia smiled approvingly; Verin needed a little more humor in her life.Livia watched each girl she'd grown up with walk back into the circle, shyly clutching the hand of her new mate, and twisted her skirt nervously in her fingers. It seemed forever before the 'R's were called, and the wad of boys brought in from all the different communities steadily shrank. She met the clear grey eyes of one of the remaining boys as Clanley Ritchell was met by a generic-looking, dark-haired boy, and she thought fleetingly, I hope I'm matched with him. He seemed to be thinking the same thing; his face fell a little when he was called up to greet a willowy blond on the dais."Danica Soress," the voice demanded, and Livia stood a little straighter with a sharp intake of breath. Had she been skipped?All the vague, incoherent fears that had accompanied Mara's morbid pronouncement coursed through Livia, charged with shame as some girls recognized the omission and turned to look at her with expressions of varying pity. Livia felt on the edge of tears.She saw the blond - that wretched Salvia - pull the grey-eyed boy down to whisper cruelly in his ear and point in Livia's direction, and she contemplated melting into the dirt.With the blood roaring loudly in her ears, she heard no other names called, and stared fixedly at a nondescript blade of grass in front of her to avoid the glances that were flickering toward her. How can this be? she thought frantically. How can I not have a match?"Livia, what's going on?" Mara's face held ghoulish curiosity with only an edge of concern for her friend, and Livia couldn't deal with her. She turned without a word and marched to the fountain a good distance away from the platform. People were breaking off now, finding secluded spots to get to know this person with whom they'd be partnered forever. Livia, wrapping her arms tightly around her gut, had never felt so alone.How could she have lost a lifetime of companionship without ever tasting it? It was too, too cruel. What right did that boy have to take away everything in one fell swoop? How could he die? She wanted to shake her fist at the heavens, demand an explanation, but she just trailed her fingers through the rippling water in the fountain basin, swallowing hard against the wave of emotions that threatened to show itself grotesquely in her features."His name was Bracken, if that helps," said a voice behind her, and she jumped, throwing water onto her dress. She turned to see that grey-eyed boy approaching, and she prepared herself for the humiliation she was sure to experience at his hands; he had, after all, been matched like everyone else, and she was alone - possibly forever.He did not mock her, though; his eyes held the soft, cautious understanding of someone who pitied another, but was not sure whether that person desired sympathy or not. When she said nothing, he shrugged self-consciously. "Sorry, I realize you might not have wanted to know. I just, he was my best friend. I thought if you did want to know about him, I'd at least let you know who you could ask."A flood of gratitude made it temporarily impossible for her to speak, and then she forced a smile. "I think I'd like to know," she said hesitantly. She wasn't sure; would it be better to know nothing about what she'd never have, or to at least have pleasant thoughts about what could've been? "Can I ask you something now?""Absolutely.""Would I have liked him?"The boy nodded. "I think so. He was quiet at first, it took a while to get to know him. But once you did, there was no one you trusted more." He added, with the hesitation of an afterthought but the seriousness of something he'd intended to say all along, "Seeing you here, there's no doubt that he would have liked you."He gave Livia one last smile and lay his hand over hers for a moment, ignoring the water droplets that sat on it like dew. For a warm second, she felt a rush of what it might have been like to have someone get to know her intimately over a lifetime, to love and understand her and for her to love back, and then the grey-eyed boy was walking with wide strides back to Salvia, and nothing but a hollow sadness remained beneath her breastbone.Livia hated them. All of them.The girls with their softly rolling curls, teased and coached for hours in order to look casually delicate when the boys, their shirts tucked in and their shoes shined, arrived at their doorsteps carrying one or two or twenty flowers in one hand and a shining invitation in the other. They walked with springing steps the short distance to the gathering hall in the center of town, hand in hand or arm in arm, and Livia wanted to throw rocks at the whole lot of them.She had been invited, sort of, to join in on the festivities. The community officials, not sure what to do with the first single person over eighteen in a century, had hesitantly allowed for her participation in all the new couples' activities; so far, she had partaken in none of them.Desperately, she wanted to be a part of the revelry, but she could not force herself to walk into the rooms full of happy girls and their happy boys, and have nothing herself. Her mother, unable to comfort her, had begged her to go to the dance. It was the last night before all the boys would be returning to their own communities, taking their matches with them. It was the last night she would seek Mara, who had paired with a boy from Onek.And she'd tried: she'd gotten dressed, piled her hair up on top of her head and pulled her elbow-length gloves on, but nothing could motivate her to step outside her house as streams of giggling lovebirds trickled by on the way to the hall."Go, Livia," her mother said, coming up behind her with a basket of laundry on her hip. "You should at least go long enough to say goodbye to Mara.""I can't, Mama. Think of how they'll look at me!"Her mother bent Livia's head down to kiss her on the forehead. "It's not your fault, Neinei, and they know that. They feel bad for you. They all want to see you. The world didn't end when that poor boy died.""Bracken," Livia said defiantly. Her mother had refused to say his name, insisting that it was better for Livia to know nothing about what she had lost.Patting her daughter's shoulder, she adjusted her basket and turned to leave. "Go."Livia had retreated around the side of the gathering hall, standing just outside the golden pool of light that poured like honey from the windows. Sobs caught in her throat and were choked down, unvoiced, as she watched Mara and Verin and Danica and dozens of others receive chaste pecks from shy boys as they spun by in their brightly-colored dresses, waving fluted, bubbling glasses and laughing with abandon.And there, the grey-eyed boy, Bracken's best friend, was seated quietly with his hands folded in his lap, listening politely to an enthusiastic rendition of some trivial event or another by Salvia. It was always easy to tell when she was excited about something, as her arms pinwheeled and hands fluttered with no thought to how the gestures went along with the story.He glanced up, and his eyes met, for a moment, Livia's. He looked surprised to see her there, and then a bit sad, and then his gaze drifted back to Salvia, who had grabbed his knee in her earnestness.This infinitesimal rejection, the refusal to even meet her eyes for more than a moment, pushed Livia over the edge. Tears, burning like acid, washed over her face, and she stumbled away from the window, crying with pitiful lack of restraint.She staggered into the sparse forest, the trees providing scattered shelter from curious eyes, if any should choose to drift away from the golden party, and the darkness of the night fit her mood, a strangely soothing thought."Are you alright?" For the second time, the grey-eyed boy's voice jolted her out of her own misery. She would not face him; not now, when her eyes were puffy and irritated, her nose red and her face streaked with dirty tear tracks. He would see her and compare her to Salvia, and she would fall short; she could not handle right now seeing him weigh her that way and find her lacking.His hand on her back was another surprise, and then both his hands weighing down on her shoulders as he stepped closer behind her. "Hey," he said gently. "Everything will turn out fine. Maybe, maybe you'll find someone better than Bracken could have been for you."She forgot her resolution not to face him then, turning toward him with her eyes narrowed to angry slits. "How could I, when everyone is paired already? Besides, I had my chance - he just managed to get himself killed before I could even meet him!" The words came out much harsher than she intended, and the young man in front of her actually took a step back from her ferocity, hunching like she'd landed a blow to his gut. "I'm sorry," she said immediately, automatically. "I shouldn't have said that. He was your friend, ""It's alright," he said, giving her a ghost of a smile and waving his hand with a nonchalance that didn't show in his eyes. He had that gentle look of quiet appreciation of life that came to some people who lost loved ones, but knew that lost friend would be offended if they did not continue to smile. "I know it's probably really hard on you, seeing everyone so, happy." He trailed off, not looking happy in the least."Speaking of happy people, shouldn't you be in there with Salvia?"His face took on the contemplative expression of someone deciding how to phrase something delicately. "Salvia, she's not quite what I expected to find, on my Matching Day. She's, ""Lively?" Livia suggested. "Brazen? Exuberant?" obnoxious," the grey-eyed boy said decisively. "I don't like her at all."Livia smirked. "Well, you have to like her. She's your match. You love her."He shook his head. "No," he said quietly. "I don't.""But she's your perfect match," Livia insisted."But what if she's not?"Livia heard her heart beat twice before she asked, "What?""What if Salvia is not the perfect girl for me? What if the girl that I would love more than anyone else in the world couldn't be matched with me because, there was someone else our age who she would like a little bit better?""That doesn't even make sense," Livia said, shaking her head. "The matches have always been perfect: even numbers, complete compatibility;”"But this time they messed up, right? I mean, you should know. You're the person who's affected more than anyone else.""Well, yes, but;”"So why isn't it possible that they aren't right on everything else? What if they didn't match this girl with me because she would love this other guy more?""Well, so, maybe they did. But if you would love her so much, surely you would want to see her happy, with the man she was meant to be with, right?""Yes," he said, very seriously. "I would want to see her happy.""Then you should leave her in peace with the person she was matched with, and focus on learning to love the girl you were paired with."The interminable silence stretched between them as the grey-eyed boy stared down at the leafy ground and Livia watched the way his hair blew across his forehead in the breeze. At last he said, "What if she wasn't matched with anyone?"Livia's heart sped up, beating double time as she realized what he'd been saying all along, what she'd been too dim to put together until he'd spelled it out. "But you are matched," she said numbly. "Salvia has you."He leaned dangerously far forward, his lips brushing her ear as he whispered into it, "I don't want Salvia."Livia shrank back, confused. These were dangerous words he uttered, dangerous thoughts. People were matched with the people they were meant to be with. How could there be any other way? They couldn't be wrong; there'd been no divorce, no infidelity, no broken hearts in the decades people had been paired this way. Surely it was the right way. It had to be."I don't even know your name," Livia said resolutely, as though that settled the matter and proved him wrong. She pushed against his chest to force him back, feeling the blazing heat of his heart under her palm."It's Mason," he said quietly, and his words had the sound of discussion-ending power to them too. Livia was conscious of the fact that she had not moved her hand from his chest; her fingers curled slightly, enjoying the silky feeling of his shirt over his skin, and the warmth that radiated from his flesh."Go back to Salvia, Mason," she whispered. She realized she was shaking from head to toe, and not from cold. Here was everything she had ever wanted, everything she had imagined when she thought of her Matching Day, but he was not hers. "Please, go back to the party."With a sigh, Mason touched her cheek briefly, the lightest of butterfly wing contacts, and then he turned and vanished into the night, not toward the party, but deeper into the forest. Livia stood for a long time without moving, her mind racing and her heart pounding like a runner's feet, and then she walked, slowly, directly away from Mason."You didn't come to the party last night," Mara said, breaking the silence that stood like frosted glass between her and Livia."No." Livia had gotten no sleep the night before; lying in bed, replaying continually the frightening moments with Mason, her heart had never slowed."Well, I just wanted to say goodbye, " Mara twisted her hands for a moment before wrapping Livia up in a warm and desperate hug. "I'm sorry, Lenny. I'm going to miss you so much."The tension between them melted, and Livia returned the hug tightly, sighing. "It's hard to believe I'll never see any of you again - all the girls I've known all my life! Except for Maize and Crista, they're the only ones who matched with boys from here, right? And I don't really even know them.""Well, you'll see Salvia too, for a little while."Breathe in. Breathe out. "Why's that?""Oh, that fellow she paired with - Mason, isn't it? - his parents have some sort of huge wedding ceremony planned, and they've got a house mostly built for the two of them. They told him to stay here a while, get to know his partner's family for a bit, let her spend some more time with them, and then head back once the house and all the plans were done."Wedding were an extravagance, a luxury that most people went without, especially if they didn't have the means to make it a massive event. The fact that Mason's family was going to such lengths meant they must be well off indeed."So Mason, and Salvia, will be around for a while?""Yeah, at least a month, I'd say."A buzzing numbness in her extremities made it difficult for Livia to respond. She had thought Mason would be gone today, that she'd never have to see him and Salvia together again. But they would be here for a month,"Speak of the devil," Mara said cheerfully, skipping over to greet Salvia as she pranced up the path with Mason's hand gripped in her own vice-like claw. The dark circles under his eyes said that he, too, had had a night with little sleep.
Matching Day: Part 1To love risks more than just her heart.Based on a post by SmallTownPrincess, in 2 parts. Listen to the Podcast at Connected.Girls spend their entire lives looking forward to the fateful Matching Day - and whether or not they will admit it, boys, too, have at least a healthy curiosity. It's so reassuring, knowing that in your eighteenth year, you and your age-mates will be paired off, brought together with another from their own community or a surrounding one that match them perfectly. No song-and-dance dating rituals, like the ones in the books Livia liked to read, no old maids, no riotous bachelors; just simple, comforting compatibility."Have you heard?" The hushed, conspiratorial tones issued from the pink-lacquered lips of Livia's best friend, Mara."What?" Livia's low-pitched voice always made her sound disinterested, but she paid close attention to Mara when her friend sounded this urgent."There was a big accident over in Micrague. One guy died!""Oh, that's terrible," Livia murmured, letting her eyelashes drop and rise again to half-mast in a brief show of empathy. It was all she had time for, as Mara leaned suddenly, ever more urgently forward, gripping Livia's arm in both hands."That's not the worst thing," she rolled on. "The guy who was killed? He just turned eighteen. That makes the numbers for tomorrow's Matching uneven!"Two full breaths, painful to the impatient Mara, passed before Livia spoke in response. "So, what, someone won't be paired? A girl will be left without her match?""Whoever matched with him will have no pair on Matching Day," Mara proclaimed ominously. Her eyes were wide and glittering with morbid excitement."What do they do about that?" It was unheard of, as far as Livia knew; there were always even numbers, always a perfect match for everyone.Mara gave an exaggerated shrug. "Maybe she'll never be matched."Livia was surprised into laughter. "They can't leave her without a match forever," she said with certainty. "Maybe they'll search out another community for someone that fits even better than that poor boy who died."Her reassuring confidence sent Mara, humming, away to terrify someone else with proclamations of an eternity alone for some poor girl. The thought nagged at Livia for the rest of the afternoon, though. What if he was matched with me?"Verin Massada," the stern voice called from the central platform, and a stick-thin brunette drifted toward the three steps that lifted her above the circle of impatient teenagers."Philip Pressia." The broad-shouldered redhead that stepped up to take Verin's hand smirked and bowed at the polite smattering of applause that ushered the happy new couple off the stage. Livia smiled approvingly; Verin needed a little more humor in her life.Livia watched each girl she'd grown up with walk back into the circle, shyly clutching the hand of her new mate, and twisted her skirt nervously in her fingers. It seemed forever before the 'R's were called, and the wad of boys brought in from all the different communities steadily shrank. She met the clear grey eyes of one of the remaining boys as Clanley Ritchell was met by a generic-looking, dark-haired boy, and she thought fleetingly, I hope I'm matched with him. He seemed to be thinking the same thing; his face fell a little when he was called up to greet a willowy blond on the dais."Danica Soress," the voice demanded, and Livia stood a little straighter with a sharp intake of breath. Had she been skipped?All the vague, incoherent fears that had accompanied Mara's morbid pronouncement coursed through Livia, charged with shame as some girls recognized the omission and turned to look at her with expressions of varying pity. Livia felt on the edge of tears.She saw the blond - that wretched Salvia - pull the grey-eyed boy down to whisper cruelly in his ear and point in Livia's direction, and she contemplated melting into the dirt.With the blood roaring loudly in her ears, she heard no other names called, and stared fixedly at a nondescript blade of grass in front of her to avoid the glances that were flickering toward her. How can this be? she thought frantically. How can I not have a match?"Livia, what's going on?" Mara's face held ghoulish curiosity with only an edge of concern for her friend, and Livia couldn't deal with her. She turned without a word and marched to the fountain a good distance away from the platform. People were breaking off now, finding secluded spots to get to know this person with whom they'd be partnered forever. Livia, wrapping her arms tightly around her gut, had never felt so alone.How could she have lost a lifetime of companionship without ever tasting it? It was too, too cruel. What right did that boy have to take away everything in one fell swoop? How could he die? She wanted to shake her fist at the heavens, demand an explanation, but she just trailed her fingers through the rippling water in the fountain basin, swallowing hard against the wave of emotions that threatened to show itself grotesquely in her features."His name was Bracken, if that helps," said a voice behind her, and she jumped, throwing water onto her dress. She turned to see that grey-eyed boy approaching, and she prepared herself for the humiliation she was sure to experience at his hands; he had, after all, been matched like everyone else, and she was alone - possibly forever.He did not mock her, though; his eyes held the soft, cautious understanding of someone who pitied another, but was not sure whether that person desired sympathy or not. When she said nothing, he shrugged self-consciously. "Sorry, I realize you might not have wanted to know. I just, he was my best friend. I thought if you did want to know about him, I'd at least let you know who you could ask."A flood of gratitude made it temporarily impossible for her to speak, and then she forced a smile. "I think I'd like to know," she said hesitantly. She wasn't sure; would it be better to know nothing about what she'd never have, or to at least have pleasant thoughts about what could've been? "Can I ask you something now?""Absolutely.""Would I have liked him?"The boy nodded. "I think so. He was quiet at first, it took a while to get to know him. But once you did, there was no one you trusted more." He added, with the hesitation of an afterthought but the seriousness of something he'd intended to say all along, "Seeing you here, there's no doubt that he would have liked you."He gave Livia one last smile and lay his hand over hers for a moment, ignoring the water droplets that sat on it like dew. For a warm second, she felt a rush of what it might have been like to have someone get to know her intimately over a lifetime, to love and understand her and for her to love back, and then the grey-eyed boy was walking with wide strides back to Salvia, and nothing but a hollow sadness remained beneath her breastbone.Livia hated them. All of them.The girls with their softly rolling curls, teased and coached for hours in order to look casually delicate when the boys, their shirts tucked in and their shoes shined, arrived at their doorsteps carrying one or two or twenty flowers in one hand and a shining invitation in the other. They walked with springing steps the short distance to the gathering hall in the center of town, hand in hand or arm in arm, and Livia wanted to throw rocks at the whole lot of them.She had been invited, sort of, to join in on the festivities. The community officials, not sure what to do with the first single person over eighteen in a century, had hesitantly allowed for her participation in all the new couples' activities; so far, she had partaken in none of them.Desperately, she wanted to be a part of the revelry, but she could not force herself to walk into the rooms full of happy girls and their happy boys, and have nothing herself. Her mother, unable to comfort her, had begged her to go to the dance. It was the last night before all the boys would be returning to their own communities, taking their matches with them. It was the last night she would seek Mara, who had paired with a boy from Onek.And she'd tried: she'd gotten dressed, piled her hair up on top of her head and pulled her elbow-length gloves on, but nothing could motivate her to step outside her house as streams of giggling lovebirds trickled by on the way to the hall."Go, Livia," her mother said, coming up behind her with a basket of laundry on her hip. "You should at least go long enough to say goodbye to Mara.""I can't, Mama. Think of how they'll look at me!"Her mother bent Livia's head down to kiss her on the forehead. "It's not your fault, Neinei, and they know that. They feel bad for you. They all want to see you. The world didn't end when that poor boy died.""Bracken," Livia said defiantly. Her mother had refused to say his name, insisting that it was better for Livia to know nothing about what she had lost.Patting her daughter's shoulder, she adjusted her basket and turned to leave. "Go."Livia had retreated around the side of the gathering hall, standing just outside the golden pool of light that poured like honey from the windows. Sobs caught in her throat and were choked down, unvoiced, as she watched Mara and Verin and Danica and dozens of others receive chaste pecks from shy boys as they spun by in their brightly-colored dresses, waving fluted, bubbling glasses and laughing with abandon.And there, the grey-eyed boy, Bracken's best friend, was seated quietly with his hands folded in his lap, listening politely to an enthusiastic rendition of some trivial event or another by Salvia. It was always easy to tell when she was excited about something, as her arms pinwheeled and hands fluttered with no thought to how the gestures went along with the story.He glanced up, and his eyes met, for a moment, Livia's. He looked surprised to see her there, and then a bit sad, and then his gaze drifted back to Salvia, who had grabbed his knee in her earnestness.This infinitesimal rejection, the refusal to even meet her eyes for more than a moment, pushed Livia over the edge. Tears, burning like acid, washed over her face, and she stumbled away from the window, crying with pitiful lack of restraint.She staggered into the sparse forest, the trees providing scattered shelter from curious eyes, if any should choose to drift away from the golden party, and the darkness of the night fit her mood, a strangely soothing thought."Are you alright?" For the second time, the grey-eyed boy's voice jolted her out of her own misery. She would not face him; not now, when her eyes were puffy and irritated, her nose red and her face streaked with dirty tear tracks. He would see her and compare her to Salvia, and she would fall short; she could not handle right now seeing him weigh her that way and find her lacking.His hand on her back was another surprise, and then both his hands weighing down on her shoulders as he stepped closer behind her. "Hey," he said gently. "Everything will turn out fine. Maybe, maybe you'll find someone better than Bracken could have been for you."She forgot her resolution not to face him then, turning toward him with her eyes narrowed to angry slits. "How could I, when everyone is paired already? Besides, I had my chance - he just managed to get himself killed before I could even meet him!" The words came out much harsher than she intended, and the young man in front of her actually took a step back from her ferocity, hunching like she'd landed a blow to his gut. "I'm sorry," she said immediately, automatically. "I shouldn't have said that. He was your friend, ""It's alright," he said, giving her a ghost of a smile and waving his hand with a nonchalance that didn't show in his eyes. He had that gentle look of quiet appreciation of life that came to some people who lost loved ones, but knew that lost friend would be offended if they did not continue to smile. "I know it's probably really hard on you, seeing everyone so, happy." He trailed off, not looking happy in the least."Speaking of happy people, shouldn't you be in there with Salvia?"His face took on the contemplative expression of someone deciding how to phrase something delicately. "Salvia, she's not quite what I expected to find, on my Matching Day. She's, ""Lively?" Livia suggested. "Brazen? Exuberant?" obnoxious," the grey-eyed boy said decisively. "I don't like her at all."Livia smirked. "Well, you have to like her. She's your match. You love her."He shook his head. "No," he said quietly. "I don't.""But she's your perfect match," Livia insisted."But what if she's not?"Livia heard her heart beat twice before she asked, "What?""What if Salvia is not the perfect girl for me? What if the girl that I would love more than anyone else in the world couldn't be matched with me because, there was someone else our age who she would like a little bit better?""That doesn't even make sense," Livia said, shaking her head. "The matches have always been perfect: even numbers, complete compatibility;”"But this time they messed up, right? I mean, you should know. You're the person who's affected more than anyone else.""Well, yes, but;”"So why isn't it possible that they aren't right on everything else? What if they didn't match this girl with me because she would love this other guy more?""Well, so, maybe they did. But if you would love her so much, surely you would want to see her happy, with the man she was meant to be with, right?""Yes," he said, very seriously. "I would want to see her happy.""Then you should leave her in peace with the person she was matched with, and focus on learning to love the girl you were paired with."The interminable silence stretched between them as the grey-eyed boy stared down at the leafy ground and Livia watched the way his hair blew across his forehead in the breeze. At last he said, "What if she wasn't matched with anyone?"Livia's heart sped up, beating double time as she realized what he'd been saying all along, what she'd been too dim to put together until he'd spelled it out. "But you are matched," she said numbly. "Salvia has you."He leaned dangerously far forward, his lips brushing her ear as he whispered into it, "I don't want Salvia."Livia shrank back, confused. These were dangerous words he uttered, dangerous thoughts. People were matched with the people they were meant to be with. How could there be any other way? They couldn't be wrong; there'd been no divorce, no infidelity, no broken hearts in the decades people had been paired this way. Surely it was the right way. It had to be."I don't even know your name," Livia said resolutely, as though that settled the matter and proved him wrong. She pushed against his chest to force him back, feeling the blazing heat of his heart under her palm."It's Mason," he said quietly, and his words had the sound of discussion-ending power to them too. Livia was conscious of the fact that she had not moved her hand from his chest; her fingers curled slightly, enjoying the silky feeling of his shirt over his skin, and the warmth that radiated from his flesh."Go back to Salvia, Mason," she whispered. She realized she was shaking from head to toe, and not from cold. Here was everything she had ever wanted, everything she had imagined when she thought of her Matching Day, but he was not hers. "Please, go back to the party."With a sigh, Mason touched her cheek briefly, the lightest of butterfly wing contacts, and then he turned and vanished into the night, not toward the party, but deeper into the forest. Livia stood for a long time without moving, her mind racing and her heart pounding like a runner's feet, and then she walked, slowly, directly away from Mason."You didn't come to the party last night," Mara said, breaking the silence that stood like frosted glass between her and Livia."No." Livia had gotten no sleep the night before; lying in bed, replaying continually the frightening moments with Mason, her heart had never slowed."Well, I just wanted to say goodbye, " Mara twisted her hands for a moment before wrapping Livia up in a warm and desperate hug. "I'm sorry, Lenny. I'm going to miss you so much."The tension between them melted, and Livia returned the hug tightly, sighing. "It's hard to believe I'll never see any of you again - all the girls I've known all my life! Except for Maize and Crista, they're the only ones who matched with boys from here, right? And I don't really even know them.""Well, you'll see Salvia too, for a little while."Breathe in. Breathe out. "Why's that?""Oh, that fellow she paired with - Mason, isn't it? - his parents have some sort of huge wedding ceremony planned, and they've got a house mostly built for the two of them. They told him to stay here a while, get to know his partner's family for a bit, let her spend some more time with them, and then head back once the house and all the plans were done."Wedding were an extravagance, a luxury that most people went without, especially if they didn't have the means to make it a massive event. The fact that Mason's family was going to such lengths meant they must be well off indeed."So Mason, and Salvia, will be around for a while?""Yeah, at least a month, I'd say."A buzzing numbness in her extremities made it difficult for Livia to respond. She had thought Mason would be gone today, that she'd never have to see him and Salvia together again. But they would be here for a month,"Speak of the devil," Mara said cheerfully, skipping over to greet Salvia as she pranced up the path with Mason's hand gripped in her own vice-like claw. The dark circles under his eyes said that he, too, had had a night with little sleep.
The next few months we'll be “in the dark” so to speak – the shortest days of the year puts us in front of the Low Emissions Burner, keeping warm while reading gardening magazines. What kinds of plants give us colour at this time? Go and visit your local Botanic Garden and take a note book with you – I often look at the stuff that Julie plants at our place. Tree Dahlia are huge plants that can grow up to 4 or 5 meters tall. They are true Dahlias, just a bit taller than your ordinary varieties. Their contrast with blue autumn and winter skies is remarkable. Easy to grow and easy to prune after flowering. They simply grow another lot of branches next autumn! Nerines are currently spectacular. Bright pink flowers delivered by a bulbous plant. Seeing we're in rather frost-free part of the Port Hills, they keep on flowering. They belong to the Amaryllidaceae (bulbs) and don't care about soil quality as long as it isn't too wet. Easy to transplant. Salvia leucantha (Mexican Bush Sage). Works well in full sun with well-drained soil and flowers up to a meter high even at this time of the year, visited by hordes of pollinators – especially Bumblebee Queens. Smoke Bush (Cotinus species) is an oldy but a goody. Many different varieties and colours, especially in the purple range (Royal Purple, “Grace” etc) but also in lime green or red. Flowers look like smoky patches, but right now smoke bush is a variable painting of artistic colours. Liquidambar leaves light up the lawn. Those autumn leaves can come in a wide variety of colours, creating patches of oranges, yellows, and purple. Leave them where they are! Birds will attempt to find food under those leaves (worms and hibernating insects) and when those leaves have slowly decayed, you can put them in the compost bin: free Nitrogen. We have a Eucalyptus tree that flowers profusely right now. No idea what species it is but the Tui and Bellbird, silver eye and bumblebees, winter moths and nectivorous flies, as well as huge Gum Emperor moths (in summer) love this tree for all its gorgeousness. LISTEN ABOVE See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.
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Geert Wilders heeft maandag zijn strengere asielplannen gepresenteerd en zet nu druk op de Nederlandse coalitie om binnen enkele weken een akkoord te sluiten. Zijn voorstel, dat onder meer het sluiten van azc’s en het terugsturen van asielzoekers behelst, stuit op gemengde reacties van coalitiepartners zoals de VVD en NSC. Wilders benadrukt dat de ‘tijd van buigen’ voorbij is, terwijl de coalitie voorzichtig lijkt te reageren. Politiek verslaggever Martine Wolzak legt uit wat dit kan betekenen voor het huidige beleid. Lees: Wilders probeert nieuwe asieldeal met coalitie te forceren Directeuren-grootaandeelhouders (dga’s) overtreden op grote schaal de voorschriften door lagere belastbare salarissen te rapporteren dan wettelijk vereist, zo blijkt uit een evaluatie van SEO Economisch Onderzoek. Deze vorm van fiscale optimalisering leidt tot een achterblijvende totale loonsom en gebrek aan adequate controle door de Belastingdienst. Redacteur belastingen Laurens Berentsen legt uit wat deze ontwikkelingen betekenen. Lees: Ondernemers geven massaal te laag loon voor zichzelf op bij de fiscus Het Nederlandse bedrijf Salvia BioElectronics heeft recentelijk bijna €53 miljoen opgehaald voor zijn innovatieve implantaat voor migrainebehandeling. Salvia's technologie, onder leiding van ceo Hubert Martens, richt zich op het kalmeren van hersenzenuwen met dunne implantaten die eenvoudig onderhuids worden aangebracht. Farmacieredacteur Thieu Vaessen onderzoekt hoe deze technologie de toekomst van migrainebehandeling kan beïnvloeden. Lees: Bedrijf achter medisch implantaat tegen migraine haalt bijna €53 mln op See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.
LVB 432 Un/a bilobero/a crea conexiones que brillan ¡Saludos, biloberos y biloberas! ➡️Estamos en la sección de Píldoras Saludables Hoy tratamos de una planta medicinal muy especial con una larga historia y tradición. Se trata de la salvia (Salvia officinalis). Te va a sorprender esta planta conocida y utilizada en la medicina tradicional desde hace siglos; en la fitoterapia moderna se sigue utilizando. Hay una frase en libros antiguos que dice: ¿De qué podría morir un hombre si tiene salvia en su huerto? Para algunos era, es, una planta mágica y hay muchas historias a su alrededor. En este episodio de La Vida Biloba, te cuento cuáles son las virtudes y usos para la salud, el bienestar y para la cocina ¡también! En www.biloba.es tienes más información, artículos y consejos. En el programa mencionamos: TRANSFERINE, y la infusión FEMMY, de los productos Master Life, como comentarios sobre cuáles son las opciones de complementos o productos naturales que suelo recomendar. Están en la tienda Biloba: www.biloba.es/tienda Son además compatibles con tratamientos hormonales, si es que en tu caso te los han recomendado. Pídenos tu cupón para probar en tu primera compra. ¿Te ha servido? Apóyanos con un Like, Suscripción y Difusión Síguenos en redes: Instagram: @nurialoriteayan | @lavidabiloba YouTube: www.youtube.com/nurialoriteayan Encuentra La Vida Biloba en las principales plataformas desde www.lavidabiloba.com LA VIDA BILOBA SE REALIZA GRACIAS A A ti, por compartir y apoyar en www.paypal.me/lavidabiloba ⚕️ Master Life: Suplementos para tu bienestar integral. Biloba: Formación, consultas y productos naturales. Biloba Ediciones: Te ayudamos con tu texto de salud y bienestar. Contamos con consultas gratuitas y programas de formación. ¡Contáctanos! ✨ ¡A vuestra salud y alegría, biloberas! Deja tu comentario Dra. Nuria Lorite-Ayán Directora y Presentadora | www.lavidabiloba.com | WhatsApp: +34 622 56 56 07 (Los consejos son informativos y no sustituyen la consulta con un profesional de la salud)
Nicola Bultrini"Vita e morte di un poeta"Fazi Editorewww.fazieditore.itGli anni Ottanta, a Roma, tra gioie, poesia, arte e dolori.Irrequieto, insicuro, ma anche pieno di certezze acute e granitiche, accigliato e giocoso, vitale e funereo, intenso e spiazzante, Beppe Salvia era quello sempre sul punto di andar via ma la cui presenza lasciava ogni volta un segno potente. Questo è il ritratto di uno dei poeti più autentici e geniali della sua generazione, costruito traendo ispirazione dai racconti di coloro che all'epoca lo hanno incontrato e frequentato e che hanno condiviso con lui una stagione straordinaria e irripetibile.Siamo nella prima metà degli anni Ottanta, a Roma, una città che sta cambiando pelle, come tutta la società italiana. La storia di Salvia e dei suoi amici si intreccia con la cronaca più drammatica, ma anche con la vivace temperie artistica di quegli anni. Le riviste culturali, i festival di poesia, le gallerie: l'arte tutta è vissuta come occasione di aggregazione e di condivisione per un apprendistato attorno alla bellezza e all'amore. Così, raccontando Salvia, è raccontato il momento magico di quella generazione di poeti, scrittori e artisti di talento che animarono con entusiasmo la scena culturale di quegli anni.Beppe Salvia era dedito unicamente alla poesia e ci ha lasciato un'opera di altissimo livello. Questo libro è la sua storia, nella sua fulminea parabola, ma anche la testimonianza di un'epoca irripetibile i cui protagonisti sono oggi i nostri Maestri.«È così che abbiamo conosciuto Beppe. Era impossibile non rimanerne incuriositi. Per come si vestiva, per come si muoveva, con la grazia di uno che è intonato alla vita».Nicola BultriniÈ nato a Civitanova Marche ma vive e lavora a Roma. Ha pubblicato varie raccolte di versi, tra cui La coda dell'occhio (Marietti, 2011), La specie dominante (Aragno, 2014) e Vetro (Interno Poesia, 2022). È presente in diverse antologie di poesia e scrive per «L'Osservatore Romano» e altre testate. È autore di saggi di critica letteraria e da anni è ideatore e promotore di eventi artistico-letterari.IL POSTO DELLE PAROLEascoltare fa pensarewww.ilpostodelleparole.itDiventa un supporter di questo podcast: https://www.spreaker.com/podcast/il-posto-delle-parole--1487855/support.
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What's your recommended recipe for homemade seed compost? What makes a dog friendly garden? What is the most inappropriate piece of garden advice that you've received?Peter Gibbs and the panel offer advice to an audience of keen gardeners in the borough of Wokingham. Joining Peter are house plants expert Anne Swithinbank, garden designer Bunny Guinness, and proud plantsman Matthew Biggs.Later in the programme, for Plant Health Week, Kirsty Wilson visits the Royal Botanic Garden Edinburgh to meet biosecurity officer Matt Elliot and discover how new pests and diseases are threatening our gardens — and what we can do to fight back.Producer: Matt Smith Assistant Producer: Rahnee Prescod Executive Producer: Carly MaileA Somethin' Else production for BBC Radio 4Plant List Questions and timecodes are below. Where applicable, plant names have been provided. Q - Do the panel have any favourite help or design features in their gardens made by their pets? (01'45")Q- Could you give me some top tips on growing Dahlias? (05'40")Q- How do you manage a wildflower area after the first year of flowering? (10'18")Feature – Kirsty Wilson and Biosecurity Officer of the Royal Botanic Garden Edinburgh discuss how we can protect our plants from new pests and diseases (14'20")Q- My Fatsia Bush has flowered – do I prune it back or leave the fruits for the birds? (19'30")Q - Which exciting new plants should we be looking forward to growing in the south-east of England? (22'31")Bunny Guinness – Diospyros virginiana (F), common persimmon Diospyros 'Nikita's Gift' (F), Nikita's Gift Persimmon. Salvia involucrata 'Hadspen', rosy-leaf sage ‘Hadspen'Matthew Biggs – Salvia officinalis 'Bicolor', sage 'Bicolor' Echium Echium wildpretii, tower of jewels Echium pininana giant viper's buglossAnne Swithinbank – Leonotis Leonurus, lion's tail Dictamnus albus, burning bush Eriobotrya, loquatQ - What is your recommended recipe for homemade seed compost? (28'00")Q - I have a small starter allotment; can the panel advise me on how to make the most of my small plot? (32'10")Bunny Guinness – Onion Garlic LettuceMatthew Biggs – Lettuce, fresh beetroot, fresh carrots, finger carrots Baby leaf Spinach radish courgettes French beans Runner beans Anne Swithinbank – Foeniculum vulgare var. azoricum, florence fennelQ - What is the most inappropriate piece of garden advice that you've received, and did you follow it? (37'24")
Welcome to another Retrospective series consisting of previously aired short segments on similar topics packaged together for easier listening. This retrospective is called Flower Power which is all about how to select, grow and care for a wide range of flowers. Master Gardener Volunteer, Linda Levitt provides lots of practical tips on how to best select, plant, and care for a wide range of flowers. The first segment focuses on the difference between Annuals, Perennials, and Biennials. Annual plants complete their life cycle, from germination to seed production, in a single growing season and then they die. They tend to have numerous and continuous blooms from spring or early summer until frost and devote more energy to see production than roots when compared to perennials. Some well known annuals include: pansies, marigolds, lantana, super bells, garden mums, Zinnias, alyssum, and nasturtium. Annuals are a great way to experiment. maintain constant color, and refresh your garden year after year. By contrast, perennial plants regrow every spring, but have a shorter blooming period. By contrast, perennial plants will continue to grow each year. Only the top portion of the plant dies annually in the fall, maintaining their growing root system allowing reblooming in the spring. These plants tend not to bloom the first year of their life. Typically a perennial plant has a root system that spreads outwards and deep and will benefit from being divided after a couple of years. Perennials should last at least three years. They have a shorter bloom time than annuals so think about pairing different perennials that bloom at different times during the growing season. And pairing with some annuals for constant color. Perennials can be planted from bulb, seed or plant. Some commonly known perennials are coral bells, purple, coneflower, daffodils, bleeding, heart and daylilies. A biennial plant completes its growth cycle in two seasons but does not bloom until the second year. It drops its seeds after blooming and in two years, you should have new blooms. Some well known examples of biennial plants are poppies, sweet William and foxglove. In the next segment, Linda talks about the beautiful and versatile Lantana plant. This is an easy care, versatile, and colorful plant that is known for its long bloom season, from late spring to first frost. There are about 150 species within the Verbena family. The plant is considered an annual plant in colder climates and a perennial plant in more tropical environments. Lantana can propagate from seed or stem cuttings and should be planted at least two weeks after the danger of frost. It thrives in hot dry spots, and in all soil types that are well drained, as long as it has enough water to get established. Lantana blooms best in full sun. As an annual it can grow three to four feet tall and one to three feet wide in just one season. Some species can grow upright and tall providing great color in your garden or then can trail, spilling over in a hanging basket or container. The tiny flowers appear in clusters called umbels that are one to two inches across in colors that range from vivid reds and oranges to muted shades of coral, pink and peach and they don't have to be deadheaded. This plant is continuously blooming with foliage that is dark green or variegated, rough, textured and oval in shape. The plants attract pollinators, butterflies, bees and hummingbirds. Some plants to consider using as companion plants include Angelonia, Pentas, sun-loving Coleus, Superbells, Petunias and Salvia. They all have similar growing conditions and will do so well with Lantana. In summary, theyare beautiful, colorful, ever-blooming plants that require little or no maintenance when planted in the right conditions. This episode concludes with another short segment covering the hellebore, which is called the 'harbinger of spring'. It provides nectar for emerging pollinators when there are so few nectar sources available. Some of the plants are well-known by the names Winter Rose, Christmas Rose or Lenten Rose, but they have no relation to the rose family. These plants are surprisingly frost resistant and some are even evergreen, keeping their color during the winter. Many species are toxic to animals and tend to be deer resistant. They thrive in partial shade, especially at the woodland edge. They will grow in dense shade but may not produce many flowers. However, they have been known to adapt to more light if necessary. Limda recommends that you plant hellebores in moist well-draining soil that has been supplemented with compost. They prefer soil rich in organic material and they will thrive if you plant them under trees, but note that Hellebores do not like hot summer sun. Plant in the spring or early fall as long as the ground is frost free. Once established, the plant will grow about 18 inches high with flowers that consist of five large petals, which are actually sepals, that form to protect the reproductive parts of the plant. For most species, the flowers are drooping and falling downward, so a woodland slope would be an ideal location. Some varieties however, have been bred with upright flowers and are used in spring bouquets. After a few years, a mature plant in the right conditions can produce 50 or more flowers. You should mulch every year in the fall and do allow fallen leaves to act as natural mulch and soil conditioner. Hellebores are hardy, long-loved perennials that if grown in ideal conditions will naturalize and spread. They are tough, cold hardy, deer or rabbit resistant and easy to grow, providing the possibility of evergreen foliage for year round interest. 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Text Agony Aunt Roz with your Cutflower Questions.In this episode, Roz chats with John and Annabel from Middleton Nurseries - a passionate, family-run business that has been thriving since 1975. Known for their deep love of salvias, John and Annabel share the story of their nursery, from humble beginnings to becoming salvia specialists. The conversation delves into the unique qualities of salvias as cut flowers, the intricate process of breeding new varieties, and the joys and hurdles of running a seasonal, weather-dependent business. They also explore the pride that comes from maintaining a multi-generational business and the importance of community support in the gardening world.Key Takeaways:Middleton Nurseries has been a family-run nursery since 1975.Salvias have become popular for their versatility and vibrant blooms.Breeding new salvia varieties requires time, experimentation, and dedication.Proper growing conditions include good drainage and timely pruning.Echinacea is another rising star in the nursery alongside salvias.Weather significantly impacts the success of seasonal nursery operations.Community engagement and loyal customers are vital for small businesses.The family takes immense pride in their horticultural legacy.
HORREUR NEWS INTERVIEWS #27 EST EN LIGNE !Dans cet épisode, j'interviewe Mathieu Salvia, auteur et scénariste de bande dessinée !LIENS DE L'EPISODE :Instagram : n3rv4lDifférents titres disponibles :CROQUEMITAINES (ed Glénat)VERMINES (ed Dupuis)PETITS DIEUX (ed Dargaud)IN MEMORIAM (ed Dupuis)RÉFÉRENCES CITÉES :- Don't breathe- Tristan Roulot (Le Convoyeur)- Dimitri Armand- Run- One Piece- Urban comics- Jaune - Label 619- Guillermo Del Toro- Kroma de Lorenzo De Felici- Neil GaimanBonne écoute !#fantastique #horreur #podcast #film #bd #bandedessinee #mathieusalvia #scenario #scenariste Hébergé par Acast. Visitez acast.com/privacy pour plus d'informations.
Hablamos en Washington con Alejandro Werner, director del Georgetown Americas Institute, y en Buenos Aires con Agustín Salvia de la Universidad Católica Argentina; en París con Gaspard Estrada de la Unidad del Sur Global del London School of Economics, y en Madrid con el periodista Juan Carlos Iragorri
In this episode, Ken Lain, The Mountain Gardener, is joined by Chris Shipley from Savano's Nursery in Tucson. Together they discuss Salvia Sparkle, salvia plant care, vibrant mist grass, and the Mediterranean carpet plant.Listen to Mountain Gardener on Cast11: https://cast11.com/mountain-gardener-with-ken-lain-gardening-podcast/Follow Cast11 on Facebook: https://Facebook.com/CAST11AZFollow Cast11 on Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/cast11_podcast_network/
Bienvenidos, bienvenidas, a una nueva edición de A Altas Horas, con el mejor indie nacional e internacional... o el que más nos gusta. Programa para escuchar bandas y temazos. Hoy sonarán: - Salvia - Time - R.Missing - Knife Shook Your Hand - Quentyn - I Wanna Know - The Velveteers - Bound In Leather - Alo Presidente - Hay cosas que es mejor no hablar - JUVENTUDE - Dicen de ti - SPIES - Sea Creatures ¡Échanos un oído!
Bienvenidos, bienvenidas, a una nueva edición de A Altas Horas, con el mejor indie nacional e internacional... o el que más nos gusta. Programa para escuchar bandas y temazos. Hoy sonarán: - Salvia - Time - R.Missing - Knife Shook Your Hand - Quentyn - I Wanna Know - The Velveteers - Bound In Leather - Alo Presidente - Hay cosas que es mejor no hablar - JUVENTUDE - Dicen de ti - SPIES - Sea Creatures ¡Échanos un oído!
Hi Jersey Girls!! I am so excited to share this episode with you! I have never gone into the topic of self love but I was so honored to dive into this topic with Julia Salvia! Julia not only is the queen of self love but she also has so many passion projects and does social media full time! I loved hearing her story and chatting everything from being a full time content creator to her event Bloom! (P.S. Tickets are on sale for it right now, check out her insta for more info) Grab your coffee and settle in! xoxoYour HostInsta: @beautywithjulia and @thejerseygirlpod
Quali sono le novità relative ad Amazon Aurora presentate al Re:Invent 2024? Cos'è Aurora Limitless? E Aurora DSQL? Oggi, insieme a Domenico Di Salvia (Senior Specialist Solutions Architect) parliamo di tutte le versioni di Aurora disponibili, le loro differenze e gli use case a cui si adattano meglio.Link utili:- Amazon Aurora- Amazon Aurora Serverless- Amazon Aurora Limitless- Amazon Aurora DSQL
This week, we talk with actress Galilea La Salvia, who portrayed Frankie in Goosebumps: The Vanishing! We discuss her role in the show, behind-the-scenes experiences, and more!Galilea's Instagram:https://www.instagram.com/galilealasalviaFollow The Goosebumps Crew!Instagram:https://www.instagram.com/goosebumpscrewpodcastTwitter: https://twitter.com/gbcrewpodcastTikTok: https://www.tiktok.com/@GoosebumpsCrewPodcastFacebook Page: https://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=61560435058845Spotify:https://open.spotify.com/show/2BEsXZcWxttIEAz25uLRld?si=4f9d71a051ec44f6Apple Podcasts: https://podcasts.apple.com/us/podcast/the-goosebumps-crew/id1726330730Amazon Music: https://music.amazon.com/podcasts/096971fe-1466-4b9f-aedb-b5077a7daa23/the-goosebumps-crewIHeartRadio: https://www.iheart.com/podcast/269-the-goosebumps-crew-173411145/Arete Media: https://aretemedia.org/podcast/the-goosebumps-crewFeaturing:Isaiah Vargas - The Goosebumps Channel:https://www.youtube.com/@TheGoosebumpsChannelBjorn Palinich - GoosebumpsAussieFan:https://www.youtube.com/@goosebumpsaussiefan650Nick Shaw - Shawhain: https://www.youtube.com/@shawhainOpening Theme by VALAINAVALAINA YouTube Channel:https://www.youtube.com/@VALAINA_band
This week on Dopey! After years of Pursuit we finally got chemist, author, TV host, Documentarian and Director - Hamilton Morris of Vice and HBO's trailblazing show Hamilton's Pharmacopia to come to my Dad's house! He tells of how he became a PSYCHONAUT and also why he hates the term PSYCHONAUT among tons of other stuff psychedelic and chemical. PLUS Adversity Advantage host Doug Bopst is back to talk New Years Resolutions, fitness and more! On this brand new episode of the good old Dopey Show! There are a few Dopeywood Tickets left: https://buytickets.at/thedopeyfoundation/1484803 Join Patreon at: https://www.patreon.com/dopeypodcast Here is what AI said: Dopey Podcast Episode Show Notes:
In this episode, Derek De Salvia, Executive Vice President and Chief Customer Officer at Hilton Grand Vacations, shares how HGV is redefining vacation ownership by focusing on flexibility, experiences, and building generational loyalty. From rethinking the traditional timeshare model to delivering unforgettable experiences through the Ultimate Access platform, Derek offers actionable insights into how hospitality leaders can innovate and inspire long-term customer relationships.What You'll Learn in This Episode:How Hilton Grand Vacations is reimagining vacation ownership to meet the needs of modern travelers.The evolution of timeshares from rigid offerings to flexible, experience-driven models.How HGV leverages the Ultimate Access platform to create unforgettable vacation experiences.Derek's approach to "Inspired Hospitality" and its impact on guest satisfaction and team culture.The importance of listening to customers and team members to drive innovation.Strategies for building generational loyalty through exceptional service and personalization.Why the role of Chief Customer Officer is critical in shaping customer journeys.The changing dynamics of family travel and what it means for vacation ownership.Send Josiah a text This episode is brought to you with support from Roomza, which helps hotels attract premium travelers seeking personalized experiences over discounts. Roomza is now accepting applications for its exclusive pilot program, which includes a free Hotel Personalization Starter Kit with Dyson and Theragun equipment. Learn more and apply at roomza.com/partnerA few more resources: If you're new to Hospitality Daily, start here. You can send me a message here with questions, comments, or guest suggestions If you want to get my summary and actionable insights from each episode delivered to your inbox each day, subscribe here for free. Follow Hospitality Daily and join the conversation on YouTube, LinkedIn, and Instagram. If you want to advertise on Hospitality Daily, here are the ways we can work together. If you found this episode interesting or helpful, send it to someone on your team so you can turn the ideas into action and benefit your business and the people you serve! Music for this show is produced by Clay Bassford of Bespoke Sound: Music Identity Design for Hospitality Brands
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In this episode of the Smarter Not Harder Podcast, Dr. Chris McCurdy discusses his journey into pain management research, the complexities of natural products like kratom and salvia, the potential risks and benefits of kratom use, and his latest work on exploring coca leaves. Join us as we delve into: + Advances in natural pain relief and opioid alternatives. + The intriguing effects of kratom and its alkaloids on human health. + Balancing traditional use with modern-day concerns around herbal supplements. + What's next in the world of ethnobotanical research and drug development. This episode is for you if: - You've heard about kratom and want to learn how it works. - You're curious about pain management and addiction science. - You're interested in the balance between natural plant benefits and potential dangers. - You want to hear from a leading researcher on ethno-pharmacological plants. - You're intrigued by the future of natural alternatives to opioids. You can also find this episode on… YouTube: https://youtu.be/4Y7Axu3Zu8A Find out more about Dr. Chris McCurdy: Website: https://pharmacy.ufl.edu/ LinkedIn: https://www.linkedin.com/in/christopher-mccurdy-bsph-phd-faaps-9b20542/ Learn more about Smarter Not Harder: Website: https://troscriptions.com/blogs/podcast | https://homehope.org Instagram: @troscriptions | @homehopeorg Get 10% Off your purchase of the Metabolomics Module by using PODCAST10 at https://www.homehope.org Get 10% Off your Troscriptions purchase by using POD10 at https://www.troscriptions.com Get daily content from the hosts of Smarter Not Harder by following @troscriptions on Instagram.
Dive into the intriguing world of Salvia divinorum, a powerful and mystical plant with profound effects on the human mind. Join us as we explore its history, cultural significance, and the science behind its unique psychedelic properties. Through expert interviews, personal experiences, and discussions on safe usage, "Salvia Stories" takes you on a journey through one of nature's most enigmatic and powerful hallucinogens. Whether you're a curious novice or a seasoned psychonaut, this podcast offers insights and stories that will captivate and inform. Tik Tok: https://www.tiktok.com/@themediahijacked?lang=en Reddit: https://www.reddit.com/r/theMediaHijacked/ Youtube: https://www.youtube.com/channel/UC7Lbqa8NqieSOZpTCtxshQw T-Shirts “NOW AVAILABLE” https://www.themediahijacked.com/ Every Tuesday @3PM PST/6PM EST Join us on twitch.tv Follow us on Twitch.tv: https://www.twitch.tv/mediahijacked Billy: https://www.instagram.com/youneak/ Chris: https://www.instagram.com/sarkastik_jones/ Don't forget Rate and Subscribe!! Thanks!! --- Support this podcast: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/mediahijacked/support
In this episode of Down the Garden Path podcast, landscape designer Joanne Shaw discusses the importance of succession planting so that you always have something blooming in your perennial garden. That is the gardening addiction, after all! Topics covered in this week's episode: The best way to "deadhead" a perennial Popular garden perennials that when trimmed back at the right time should provide another flowering or can help the plant continue to flower Some of the plants mentioned: Salvia, Catmint, Dianthus or Pinks, Lavender and Plhlox for the sunny garden Columbine, hostas and ferns for the shade garden This episode is brought to you by: Down the Garden Path: A Step-By-Step Guide to Your Ontario Garden Have a topic you'd like me to cover? Please let me know what other topics you would like me to discuss. Join the Down the Garden Path Podcast Facebook group, where you can share pictures of gardening dilemmas or ask questions! You can also email your questions and comments to downthegardenpathpodcast@hotmail.com, or connect with me on my website: down2earth.ca Find Down the Garden Path on Instagram and YouTube: @downthegardenpathpodcast. Down the Garden Path Podcast On Down The Garden Path, professional landscape designer Joanne Shaw discusses down-to-earth tips and advice for your plants, gardens and landscapes. As the owner of Down2Earth Landscape Design, Joanne Shaw has been designing beautiful gardens for homeowners east of Toronto for over a decade. She does her best to bring you interesting, relevant and useful topics to help you keep your garden as low maintenance as possible. In Down the Garden Path: A Step-By-Step Guide to Your Ontario Garden, Joanne and fellow landscape designer Matthew Dressing distill their horticultural and design expertise and their combined experiences in helping others create and maintain thriving gardens into one easy-to-read monthly reference guide. Get your copy today on Amazon. Don't forget to check out Down the Garden Path on your favourite podcast app and subscribe! You can now catch the podcast on YouTube.
And it's vacation time. Thanks for watching ya'll! - d - Dr. Chanlate discusses BudDocs, medical marijuana, telemedicine options, and same-day appointments. - Mention from the "injured on the go, just call Mo's Studio." - Overview of "Mediocre Time with Tom and Dan." - Brendan O'Connor talks about his work at thebungalower.com and Orlando Magazine. - Impact of AI on journalism and traditional media. - Challenges of using AI in coding and website management. - Legal issues around copyright and photo use. - Dan's humorous urologist visit. - Brendan's medical emergency and ambulance use. - Discussion on anxiety, Kratom, dietary habits, and Salvia effects. - Brendan's inflatable pigeon art project for Creative City Project in Orlando. - Funding from the downtown development board for art initiatives. - Logistical challenges of rooftop pigeon installations. - Government critique in art funding vs. support for local businesses. - Rental assistance for downtown Orlando businesses. - Cultural significance of pigeons in urban settings. - Brendan's heat-related hallucination and alleyway conditions. - Hospital care for Brendan after collapsing from heat exhaustion. - Enhancing downtown pigeon installation with interactive QR codes. - Foam party concept for pigeon art to increase engagement. - Theft concerns and ironic pigeon-themed pub crawl idea. - Critique of aimless downtown art projects. - Details on Adopt-a-Swan program and otter relocation in Orlando. - Branding ideas for swans and dissatisfaction with Orlando's city flag. - Proposals for better artistic installations, like a downtown ball pit. - Introduction to "Skibbity Toilet," a Gen Alpha cultural hit. - Mortgage services and home buying program promotions. - Analysis of modern vs. nostalgic TV humor. - Deep dive into "Skibbity Toilet" and its class struggle narrative. - Michael Bay's interest in "Skibbity Toilet" for potential expansion. - Invisible Narratives and former Paramount CEO's involvement in Skibbity Toilet. - Discussion on "Machinima" and storytelling through video game art. - Children's engagement with Skibbity Toilet and its brand influence. - Michael Bay's speculation on Skibbity Toilet's potential. - Ethical considerations of monetizing children-targeted content like Skibbity Toilet. - Viral content creation techniques and narrative coherence in YouTube videos. - Reflections on viral success, upcoming films like Deadpool/Wolverine, and practical effects in horror. - Theories on Olympic cheating involving drones in Canada vs. New Zealand soccer. - Historical and modern smoking policies on flights and the notion of "Smokers Express." - Benefits of trade education vs. traditional college, with a focus on apprenticeship programs. Impact of conglomerates on small businesses and local spending benefits. ### **Connect & Follow:** - [Website](https://tomanddan.com/) - [Twitter](https://twitter.com/tomanddanlive) - [Facebook](https://facebook.com/amediocretime) - [Instagram](https://instagram.com/tomanddanlive) **Listen & Laugh:** - [Apple Podcasts: A Mediocre Time](https://podcasts.apple.com/us/podcast/a-mediocre-time/id334142682) - [Google Podcasts: A Mediocre Time](https://podcasts.google.com/feed/aHR0cHM6Ly9mZWVkLnBvZGJlYW4uY29tL2FtZWRpb2NyZXRpbWUvcG9kY2FzdC54bWw) - [TuneIn: A Mediocre Time](https://tunein.com/podcasts/Comedy/A-Mediocre-Time-p364156/) **Corporate Comedy:** - [Apple Podcasts: A Corporate Time](https://podcasts.apple.com/us/podcast/a-corporate-time/id975258990) - [Google Podcasts: A Corporate Time](https://podcasts.google.com/feed/aHR0cHM6Ly9mZWVkLnBvZGJlYW4uY29tL2Fjb3Jwb3JhdGV0aW1lL3BvZGNhc3QueG1s) - [TuneIn: A Corporate Time](https://tunein.com/podcasts/Comedy/A-Corporate-Time-p1038501/) **Exclusive Content:** - [Join BDM](https://tomanddan.com/registration) **Merchandise:** - [Shop Tom & Dan](https://tomanddan.myshopify.com/)
I am sure you have heard the intro and outro music Provided by the band the undone, well for the first time join an Exclusive backstage interview with all 5 members of the band!! Join Mongo on location in Youngstown OH in the Green Room at Westside Bowl ahead of one of the biggest shows in the 2 year history of the Ohio-based "the undone" you will hear from Miller, Brian, Max, Seth, and Johnny as they talk about how the band came together, their musical influences, their love for 90's and much more.Find out how many times Brian Swiped right on Tinder during the interview, what band(s) Miller and the guys would love to cover, their upcoming projects, and where to get some of the best pizza in Youngstown (Spoiler it's The Westside Bowl) We talk about Ribs & Rock Festival 2024 in Boardman OH as they prepare to take the stage and open for Wrestling and Musical Icone Josey Scott (Former frontman for Salivia). You will hear what this moment means to all 5 of the guys, why they loved Salvia, how they prepared for this show, and much more.So grab a nice beverage, kick back, and listen to the incredible journey of 5 talented musicians as share their passion, laughs, and even an Ensure! with Mongo! For a full episode archive (AD FREE) and exclusive content visit CWKPOD.COMMake sure and follow the show and leave us a 5 Star Frog Splash of a review!Be sure to Follow us on all of our socials @CruisingwithKayfabe on Facebook and Instagram, @ItsMongo and @CruisingWithKayfabe_Emily on TikTok. Visit Dubby Energy at https://www.dubby.gg/discount/Mongo?ref=TokPgWhTYa3YrX and use promo code "MONGO" to save 10% on all orders all the time!Special Thanks to friends of the show the Undone for letting us use their song Miss Fortune! Now available to stream or purchase on Apple, Amazon Music & Spotify. For more information visit https://wearetheundone.com/ and make sure to give them a follow!
Not seeing improvement on your current candida protocol? You may find better results through natural remedies! In this episode, I'll name the most effective herbal supplements, recommended dosages, and the best lifestyle habits that will help to heal candida overgrowth. Watch now! Candida Diet Handout: https://drruscio.com/wp-content/uploads/2024/05/Candida-Diet-Handout-2024.pdf
C'est Du Délire, la comédie musicale du Parc Astérix, fait un carton : le public est présent et tout le monde adore ! Mais faut-il vraiment s'en étonner ? Ludovic-Alexandre Vidal et Julien Salvia sont les créateurs de cette oeuvre, et vous allez le découvrir, ils ont déjà fait un paquet de trucs très très cool dans les parcs et ailleurs. Par exemple, à Disneyland Paris... Nous avons eu l'immense honneur d'être invités chez eux pour une discussion passionnante. Que vous ayez vu le show ou pas, que vous aimiez Astérix ou pas, si vous avez déjà vu un spectacle dans votre vie, Julien Salvia et Ludovic-Alexandre Vidal vont vous scotcher par le nombre de leurs anecdotes et des histoires qu'ils peuvent raconter sur C'est Du Délire, et sur le reste de leur carrière ! On entend même parler de Jimmy Ocean dans le podcast, jveux dire que demande le peuple. Un grand merci au Parc Astérix qui nous a permis de vivre cette expérience incroyable, et je précise donc parce qu'on se présente à peine au début du podcast que nous étions donc trois à répondre à l'invitation : Kannloar, Max et nagla ! Très bonne écoute et on espère que cet épisode exceptionnel vous plaira ! Retrouvez nos invités sur Instagram ! Découvrez tout ce que notre association a à offrir et soutenez-nous sur Patreon !
Victoria Salvia joined the Libertarian Party in 2022 and immediately became heavily involved. She is a proponent of "Natural Law" and "Natural Rights" which are the basis for anarchism... and subsequently libertarianism. To receive her incredibly informative newsletter, you can email her at victoria.a.salvia@gmail.com One of her biggest mentors, Mark Passio, is mentioned multiple times during the podcast. You can find his work here: https://www.whatonearthishappening.com/ You can find her on Instagram, X, Facebook, and soon-to-be TikTok by searching for "Victoria Bonura Salvia." Official Podcast of the Libertarian Party of Georgia, airing Mondays @ 8PM Eastern A weekly podcast hosted by Jake Green and focusing on the state of Georgia. From politics, to news, to business, to culture, Jake and his guests highlight stories from around the state to shed light on little-known issues, small businesses, and the fight for freedom. The video version of this podcast can be found on YouTube, RUMBLE, Twitter, Facebook, & Odysee. Subscribe on RUMBLE before our YouTube channel gets removed! Get Your Annual LPGeorgia Membership or, if you're afraid of commitment… Get Your Monthly LPGeorgia Membership You can also DONATE TO THE CAUSE AND THIS SHOW Brought to you by The Libertarian Party of Georgia Website // Twitter // Facebook // Instagram // Rumble // YouTube Produced by Peaceful Sea Productions Website // Twitter // Facebook // Rumble // YouTube
Nella prima notizia parleremo dell'impatto che la condanna di Trump avrà sulle elezioni americane. Quindi, commenteremo l'elezione della prima donna presidente in 200 anni di storia del Messico. Nello spazio dedicato alla scienza approfondiremo gli aspetti di un fenomeno noto come “ansia da traguardo”, che sta interessando in maniera piuttosto rilevante i millennial e la generazione Z. Infine, discuteremo della decisione presa dagli organizzatori del Roland Garros di vietare l'alcol sulle tribune. Discuteremo di una nuova minaccia, presente nelle acque italiane, legata all'espansione del vermocane. Si tratta di un invertebrato che si sta riproducendo molto rapidamente a causa dell'innalzamento delle temperature. Essendo estremamente vorace, rappresenta un rischio significativo per l'industria ittica del Mediterraneo. Successivamente, ci sposteremo in Basilicata, nel piccolo comune di Savoia di Lucania, dove la campagna elettorale per le imminenti elezioni amministrative è dominata da un dibattito storico sul cambiamento del nome della città. - Resta ancora incerto l'impatto della condanna di Trump sulle elezioni statunitensi - Claudia Sheinbaum diventa la prima donna presidente del Messico - L' “ansia da traguardo” è in aumento tra i millennial e la Gen Z - L'Open di Francia vieta gli alcolici in seguito al comportamento indisciplinato dei tifosi - Vermocane, una nuova minaccia delle coste italiane - Savoia di Lucania o Salvia? Il Comune al centro di un dibattito storico
Fitness mit M.A.R.K. — Dein Nackt Gut Aussehen Podcast übers Abnehmen, Muskelaufbau und Motivation
"Wer abnehmen will, muss essen."— Prof. Dr. Ingo Froböse, Folge 195 Mit dem Begriff “Abnehmen” verbinden die meisten Menschen Mangelgefühle, Hungern und Verzicht. In meiner Welt stimmt das nicht, ich halte es sogar für kontraproduktiv. Wer nachhaltig abnehmen will, sollte MEHR essen. Und zwar MEHR von den Dingen, die Dich satt und zufrieden machen – während Du Fett abbaust. Diäten, die auf Mangel und Verbote setzen, sind meist schon zum Scheitern verurteilt, bevor sie begonnen haben. Also lass uns den Fokus auf das “MEHR” legen: Hier sind 8 Dinge, von denen Du MEHR essen solltest, um SCHNELLER abzunehmen. ____________ *WERBUNG:
AABP Executive Director Dr. Fred Gingrich is joined by Dr. Clint Stonecipher, a rangeland management specialist with the US Department of Agriculture - Agricultural Research Service - Poisonous Plant Research Laboratory. Stonecipher was the first author of the paper published in Volume 58 Number 1 in the Bovine Practitioner. Salvia reflexa is a plant in the mint family sometimes known as lance leaf sage and often is seen on dry range pastures. Stonecipher reviews this case report which affected two herds with mortalities due to the hepatotoxic effects of this plant. We walk through the clinical presentation and the diagnostic investigation. Stonecipher also discusses a survey as part of this publication where plant specimens were analyzed in 12 different states and submitted to the poisonous plant research laboratory. He also provides some tips for veterinarians who are investigating suspected intoxications and how to work with the laboratory for diagnostic submissions. LINKS:Stonecipher, C. A., Gardner, D. R., Webb, B. T., Laegreid, W., Welch, K. D., Stegelmeier, B. >, & Cook, D. (2024). Case Report: Salvia reflexa-contaminated hay poisoning in cattle. The Bovine Practitioner, 58(1), 63–68. https://doi.org/10.21423/bovine-vol58no1p63-68Bryan L. Stegelmeier, T. Zane Davis, Michael J. Clayton, Dale R. Gardner, Identifying Plant Poisoning in Livestock in North America, Veterinary Clinics of North America: Food Animal Practice, Volume 36, Issue 3, 2020, Pages 661-671, https://doi.org/10.1016/j.cvfa.2020.08.001 Poisonous Plant Research Laboratory webpage
Talking about salvia, DMT, dimension hopping, getting back in the pit at the punk rock show, becoming a slut for sound and much more. Enjoy! Part 2 on Patreon where you can access our discord community, bonus podcasts, documentaries, Boys Club and our music show Church of Chill. https://www.patreon.com/churchofchill Salvia gone wrong video we referenced - https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AwfzHnP3ukQ **NEW**Church of Chill hoodies, shirts, and stickers available on Etsy. https://www.churchofchill.etsy.com
Presidentes de países democráticos da América Latina pecam ao propor para outros povos coisas que jamais admitiriam para os seus próprios países. A opinião é do diretor do Centro de Abertura e Desenvolvimento da América Latina (Cadal), Gabriel Salvia. Ativista de direitos humanos, Salvia é o convidado do podcast Latitude desta semana.Ser Antagonista é fiscalizar o poder. Apoie o jornalismo Vigilante: ttps://bit.ly/planosdeassinatura Acompanhe O Antagonista no canal do WhatsApp. Boletins diários, conteúdos exclusivos em vídeo... e muito mais. Link do canal: https://whatsapp.com/channel/0029Va2SurQHLHQbI5yJN344 Não fique desatualizado, receba as principais notícias do dia em primeira mão se inscreva na nossa newsletter diária: https://bit.ly/newsletter-oa Leia mais em www.oantagonista.com.br | www.crusoe.com.br
One of the worst sights you can ever see in the garden is a plant that has been browsed by deer. (Sidenote: we don't love the gentle word “browsed” in this instance. A more appropriate term might be “obliterated.”) If the munching is particularly bad, that perennial, tree, or shrub becomes unrecognizable. And in many cases, this can mean instant death to your prized specimen. With deer pressure increasing from coast-to-coast, we decided it's time to highlight some of our favorite deer-resistant plants. Yes, we're from deer-ridden New England, but rest assured that we've included plants in this episode that will thrive from Texas to Michigan, and everywhere in between. Guest: Karen Chapman is a landscape designer in Duvall, Washington, and the author of Deer-Resistant Design: Fence Free Gardens that Thrive Despite the Deer. Danielle's Plants 'Childhood Sweetheart' hellebore (Helleborus 'Childhood Sweetheart', Zones 4-9) Winter daphne (Daphne odora, Zones 7-9) 'Bonfire' euphorbia (Euphorbia polychroma 'Bonfire', Zones 5-9) Sunshine Blue® blue mist shrub (Caryopteris incana 'Jason', 5-9) Carol's Plants Hiba arborvitae (Thujopsis dolobrata 'Variegata', Zones 5-8) ‘Victoria Blue' mealycup sage (Salvia farinacea 'Victoria Blue', Zones 8-10) Eastern sweetshrub, syn. Carolina allspice (Calycanthus floridus, Zones 4-9) ‘Gerald Darby' iris (Iris × robusta 'Gerald Darby', Zones 4-9) Expert's Plants Magical® Fantasy weigela (Weigela florida 'Kolsunn', Zones 4-8) Threadleaf bluestar (Amsonia hubrichtii, Zones 5-8) 'Whirling Butterflies' gaura (Gaura lindheimeri 'Whirling Butterflies', Zones 5-9) 'Goldsturm' black-eyed Susan (Rudbeckia fulgida var. sullivantii 'Goldsturm', Zones 3-9)
Salvia can take you on a wild ride...
Support Lorenzo on Patreon.com Guest speakers: Elizabeth Gips and D.M. Turner PROGRAM NOTES: Today's podcast features what may be the only recorded interview of the legendary D.M. Turner. It was conducted by Elizabeth Gips. FROM EROWID.ORG Elizabeth Gips, was the beloved "psychedelic grandmother" and host of the radio show Changes where she interviewed hundreds of visionaries over a 30-year span. D.M. Turner (born Joseph Vivian; 5 October 1962 – 31 December 1996) was an author, psychedelic researcher, and psychonaut who wrote two books on psychoactive drugs and entheogens. His first book, The Essential Psychedelic Guide, showcased his views on the subjective effects of various psychoactive and hallucinogenic substances. His second book, Salvinorin, addressed the effects of Salvia divinorum. Turner died after injecting an unknown quantity of ketamine while in a bathtub, drowning while presumably incapacitated by the effects of the drug.
Float and Dick discussed potential future research on Salvia, the effects of DMT and 5-MeO-DMT, the concept of mesmerism, the historical use of mesmerism, and the nature of spiritual entities. They touched on the topic of entity encounters, the astral realm, celibacy, and the effects of DMT on moral faculties and emotional intelligence. They concluded the conversation with a reflection on the importance of celibacy, the content of Dick's latest book, and the subjective and objective realities of DMT. They reminisced about their past interactions, including Dick's appearances on Float's podcast and his recent author of the month designation on Graham Hancock's website. He described the experiences as both phenomenally awesome and mildly traumatic, leading to a period of retreat and the creation of his book. The discussion also touched on the differences between DMT and 5-MeO-DMT. Finally, they spoke about potential future research on Salvia, but no concrete plans were made. Mesmerism and DMT: Mind-Blowing Connections They also delved into the concept of mesmerism, which involves the projection of an astral substance from the mesmerist to the subject. This astral substance is similar to the fluid described in Dick's book, which is projected by DMT. The conversation touched on the historical use of mesmerism and its decline with the advent of anesthetics. The two agreed that the universal nature of this fluid, its connection to all things, and its potential to affect others was mind-blowing. Spiritual Entities in Astral Realm Debate They touched on the topics of entity encounters, the astral realm, and the nature of these spiritual entities. They also debated whether DMT users are subjecting themselves to a possession-like experience and whether these experiences bring back any knowledge. They both agreed on the life-changing and astonishing nature of these experiences, despite the potential fear they may inspire. Clown Entities and Parasites: A Theoretical Discussion Float presented his theory that the clown entities might be manifesting through parasites due to the polluted internal state of the population. They also discussed the possibility of entities trying to exert influence on the material world and the responsibility of individuals who promote psychedelic use. The conversation concluded with Float expressing his concerns about potentially opening portals to unknown realms and letting these entities gain a foothold. Celibacy's Impact on Mind and Abilities The conversation concluded with a reflection on the importance of celibacy as a means of strengthening one's mind and abilities.
Plants with a silvery sheen stand out beautifully against the sea of green that fills most garden beds. In this episode, Danielle, Carol, and their guest will highlight some shimmering shrubs, drought-tolerant perennials, a tiny dwarf conifer, and even an unusual silvery vine with a bit of a back story. Perhaps one of these lovely, luminous plants could be the silver bullet solution to one of your own garden design dilemmas. Chloë Bowers, a garden designer based in southwestern Connecticut, is the moderator for Fine Gardening's Northeast Gardening Answers forum. Join the conversation here: https://www.finegardening.com/discussion-forum/northeast-gardening Danielle's Plants 'Quicksilver' hebe (Hebe pimelioides 'Quicksilver', Zones 7b-9) Woolly thyme (Thymus pseudolanuginosus, Zones 5-9) Silver sage (Salvia argentea, Zones 5-8) 'Angel Wings' sea cabbage (Senecio candicans 'Angel Wings', Zones 8–10) Carol's Plants ‘Pimoko' Serbian spruce (Picea omorika ‘Pimoko', Zones 4-9) Sea kale (Crambe maritima, Zones, Zones 5-9) 'Elijah Blue' fescue (Festuca glauca 'Elijah Blue', Zones 4-8) ‘Kintzley's Ghost' honeysuckle vine (Lonicera ‘Kintzley's Ghost', Zones 4-8) Expert's Plants Pussytoes (Antennaria plantaginifolia, Zones 3-8) Blunt mountain mint (Pycnanthemum muticum, Zones 4-8) Pearly everlasting (Anaphalis margaritacea, Zones 3-8) Prairie sage (Artemisia ludoviciana, Zones 3-7)
This was a really fun interview for me as today's guest, Maia Toll, touched on many themes that are important to my own life, like nature connection and working with medicinal plants daily, both as food and simply as a part of life. She also shared interesting back stories on what her book writing process has been like. And, of course, we talked about sage (Salvia officinalis)!So, when might you reach for sage? Just to name a few…► A cup of sage tea can be just the thing on one of those raw, damp days when the cold gets into your bones► Sage honey can be powerfully healing and soothing to a sore throat► When you want a delicious topping for eggs, savory soups, pasta, or just a yummy snack, try Maia's crispy fried sage leaves. (Don't forget to download your free, printable recipe card!)By the end of this episode, you'll know:► What it means to invite magic into your life (and what Maia means when she says “magic”)► How plants tell us about themselves► How you can foster a daily connection with plants► Why understanding place is a key to gardening success► and more…For those who don't already know her, Maia Toll is the award-winning author of Letting Magic In, The Night School, and the Wild Wisdom Series. After pursuing an undergraduate degree at the University of Michigan and a master's at New York University, Maia apprenticed with a traditional healer in Ireland where she spent extensive time studying the growing cycles of plants, the alchemy of medicine making, and the psycho-spiritual aspects of healing. She is the co-owner of the retail store Herbiary, with locations in Asheville, NC and Philadelphia, PA.If you'd like to hear more from Maia, which I highly recommend, then head to the show notes where you can get an easy link for her website and social media channels. You can also find the transcript for this episode in the show notes.I'm thrilled to share our conversation with you today!----Get full show notes and more information at: herbswithrosaleepodcast.comFor more behind-the-scenes of this podcast, follow @rosaleedelaforet on Instagram!The secret to using herbs successfully begins with knowing who YOU are. Get started by taking my free Herbal Jumpstart course when you sign up for my newsletter.If you enjoy the Herbs with Rosalee podcast, we could use your support! Please consider leaving a 5-star rating and review and sharing the show with someone who needs to hear it!On the podcast, we explore the many ways plants heal, as food, as medicine, and through nature connection. Each week, I focus on a single seasonal plant and share trusted herbal knowledge so that you can get the best results when using herbs for your health.Learn more about Herbs with Rosalee at herbswithrosalee.com.----Rosalee is an herbalist and author of the bestselling book Alchemy of Herbs: Transform Everyday Ingredients Into Foods & Remedies That Heal and co-author of the bestselling book Wild Remedies: How to Forage Healing Foods and Craft Your Own Herbal Medicine. She's a registered...
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