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Aug

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Exploring the Meenakshi Amman Temple in Madurai, India

For more photos and videos from the temple, browse the #Meenakshi hashtag and explore the Meenakshi Amman Temple location page.

In the center of Madurai, the oldest city in India’s southern state of Tamil Nadu, the Meenakshi Amman Temple stands as a mythological and architectural symbol of the region. Initially founded in ancient times and rebuilt to reflect urban planning methods around the 17th century, the Hindu temple is dedicated to the legendary Goddess Meenakshi and her husband Lord Sundareswara (also known as Parvati and Shiva).

The 18 hectare (45 acre) temple complex consists of 12 pyramid-shaped gopurams, or traditional gateway towers, which measure as tall as 50 meters (164 feet) in height. These towers are erected along the outer and inner walls of the temple and are decorated with thousands of carved figures from roof to the floor, each representing gods, demons, heroes and animals appearing in Hindu myths. Other attractions of the premises include shrines for Meenakshi and Sundareswarar, magnificent hallways and the Golden Lotus Temple tank. The temple is home to around 50 priests and a number of annual Hindu festivals, making it an active place of worship as well as a major tourist attraction of Southern India.

#Kālī

ameliakyoga:

August 22 2014

Today I had my 6 week postnatal checkup. I knew this was going to be hard. My doctor’s office is at the hospital where Landon was born and died. It’s also the place where I had all my prenatal checkups. Every Friday afternoon for the 5 weeks leading up to Landon’s birth I’d sit in that crowded waiting room surrounded by other women, all pregnant or with newborns. I remembered how excited I used to be for every appointment. It meant I got to hear Landon’s strong heartbeat and listen to all the doctors talk about how I had the “perfect” and “healthiest” pregnancy. It meant that I was getting closer to meeting my little boy. 

Today I was the only one without a baby. Next to me there was a very pregnant mom and her 2 year old girl with these big brown eyes and adorable ringlets. The little girl was pulling on her mom’s sleeve and pointing at me and smiling. I realized she was trying to show her mom the rainbow colored #pranavidastyle headband I was wearing. I smiled back. “She’s so cute” I said to the mom “What’s her name?” “Anya” she answered. “Are you expecting?” My heart skipped a beat. “No, my baby passed away” were the words that left my mouth. I saw her face drop. In an attempt to avoid the awkwardness I smiled and asked “Do you want to see his picture?” I showed her my phone, that has Landon’s photo as my background. I answered a few of her questions and managed to actually not break down completely. 

Then my name was called to see the doctor. He asked me a bit about how I’m doing physically, but mostly he just wanted to talk about how I’m doing emotionally. I could tell he was still so sad about Landon’s death. He always treated Landon like he was already a little human - he’d talk to him and ask him how he was enjoy his “Jacuzzi” in my belly. It was so sweet to see how much he cared. 

But being there I couldn’t hold myself together anymore. I felt like I was suffocating. I needed to get out. Thankfully I managed to get to the car before the tears really started to flow. And then I wrote, took a breath of fresh air, and headed to the yoga studio. 

Life goes on. You just have to stop holding on for dear life and go with it.

Thank you for your words ameliakyoga! Although
They come with horribly heavy baggage and I truly do not know how it is to loose a child let alone my first born. I have had every single emotion you speak of while my first born was in the NICU for 4 weeks. Thank you!

ameliakyoga:

August 22 2014

Today I had my 6 week postnatal checkup. I knew this was going to be hard. My doctor’s office is at the hospital where Landon was born and died. It’s also the place where I had all my prenatal checkups. Every Friday afternoon for the 5 weeks leading up to Landon’s birth I’d sit in that crowded waiting room surrounded by other women, all pregnant or with newborns. I remembered how excited I used to be for every appointment. It meant I got to hear Landon’s strong heartbeat and listen to all the doctors talk about how I had the “perfect” and “healthiest” pregnancy. It meant that I was getting closer to meeting my little boy.

Today I was the only one without a baby. Next to me there was a very pregnant mom and her 2 year old girl with these big brown eyes and adorable ringlets. The little girl was pulling on her mom’s sleeve and pointing at me and smiling. I realized she was trying to show her mom the rainbow colored #pranavidastyle headband I was wearing. I smiled back. “She’s so cute” I said to the mom “What’s her name?” “Anya” she answered. “Are you expecting?” My heart skipped a beat. “No, my baby passed away” were the words that left my mouth. I saw her face drop. In an attempt to avoid the awkwardness I smiled and asked “Do you want to see his picture?” I showed her my phone, that has Landon’s photo as my background. I answered a few of her questions and managed to actually not break down completely.

Then my name was called to see the doctor. He asked me a bit about how I’m doing physically, but mostly he just wanted to talk about how I’m doing emotionally. I could tell he was still so sad about Landon’s death. He always treated Landon like he was already a little human - he’d talk to him and ask him how he was enjoy his “Jacuzzi” in my belly. It was so sweet to see how much he cared.

But being there I couldn’t hold myself together anymore. I felt like I was suffocating. I needed to get out. Thankfully I managed to get to the car before the tears really started to flow. And then I wrote, took a breath of fresh air, and headed to the yoga studio.
Life goes on. You just have to stop holding on for dear life and go with it.

Thank you for your words ameliakyoga! Although They come with horribly heavy baggage and I truly do not know how it is to loose a child let alone my first born. I have had every single emotion you speak of while my first born was in the NICU for 4 weeks. Thank you!

04

Aug

theroguefeminist:

huffpostworld:

This ‘personal space’ dress could solve all your public transportation woes.

CREDIT THE INVENTOR: SHE IS AN ARTIST NAMED KATHLEEN MCDERMOTT WHO IS FINISHING HER MFA IN HONG KONG

Also she is developing this technology literally to help women assert their space in public AND MAKE A STATEMENT about how women are treated in patriarchal societies! She is developing other clothes too! You can support her project here: http://www.kthartic.com/index.php?/class/about-urban-armor/

More info:

The dress is the second in a series of projects called Urban Armor, which aim to help women own their space in public arenas that often attempt to deny this right. As McDermott explains in the project statement: “The series arose partly out of my concern over the persistence of ideologies asserted at women in public space through advertising, architecture and socially normative behavior. I began to look for ways women could take more ownership over their personal space in public.”

Basically this woman is a badass artist. Please support her work and spread the word

Hahaha!

Kālīs fever

Okay I’m an idiot! I don’t know why I let Chris tell me not to medicate my child. Her fever just would not break Thursday night and I was getting more and more worried once she started to slow Down and actually just sit with me (something she never does). I finally called her Dr after an hour and 30 min of checking her temp and it not coming down. She insisted she will be fine and that I can give her more Tylenol. As soon as she woke in the AM I did so and just like that no more hot baby! I feel horrible for making her suffer for almost 48 hours.
In this case I should have went with my gut and give her the amount to Tylenol allowed for her weight

31

Jul

First fever

Kālī has her first fever of course I’m freaking out and of course she is acting normal so I feel like I am being more anxious then need be. All I’m thinking of is dead brain cells. If she has the chills or is achy. And why the hell isn’t she more fussy. So I am treating the symptom (which are none) and am doing nothing. I think our thermometer is about to run out of battery because I have taken her temp so often. I will continue to Google and freak myself out until the temp goes away

23

Jul

ameliakyoga:

July 19 2014
That breath that you just took, that’s a gift 
- Rob Bell 
To be present at the death of a loved one is probably the most spiritually profound, life altering event one could possibly experience. In my 25 years of life, before last week I’d never seen death. I’d never experienced the heartbreak of losing a loved one. To be honest, the mere thought of this inevitable life event terrified me.
 And then, exactly one week ago, I held my own baby, my first child, the love of my life in my arms as he quietly passed. It still seems so surreal. Never in a million years would I have thought I could be strong enough to do that, let alone truly find a sense of peace and yes, even BEAUTY, in doing so. 
And yet here I am. I’m still alive and well another day. My world keeps spinning and life goes on. How, I’m not quite sure, but it does. 
During the 17 miraculous hours Landon spent with us off life support, we never knew if his next breath would be his last. In fact, many times his breathing stopped and his color changed, and we were sure he was gone, but then the little bugger would starting breathing again. Each time, his little hands would squeeze my fingers (a result of the stiffening of muscles, not at all conscious, but still so incredible). It was hard to see at first, but once we understood that he wasn’t suffering at all, but simply preparing his little body for the eventual transition, we were able to relax and just savour each moment we had with him. 
By the time the next morning came around and he was still going strong, we were even able to find humour - we imagined that he was being a little trickster like his Dad, making us all believe he was gone and then - “Just kidding!”. 
I don’t know how I was able to stay so strong, and in doing so helping my husband and family to also experience this beautiful little life. But I do think that your prayers, meditations , and intentions held me up. I am certain I’d never have been able to go on, let alone find peace, during this time had it not been for all your support. 
From the bottom of my heart, Thank You.

She has to be the strongest!!!! Although I have never felt hurt this great I can feel her. Like a little bit of her pain is being seeped into me through her words allowing her to heal

ameliakyoga:

July 19 2014

That breath that you just took, that’s a gift

- Rob Bell

To be present at the death of a loved one is probably the most spiritually profound, life altering event one could possibly experience. In my 25 years of life, before last week I’d never seen death. I’d never experienced the heartbreak of losing a loved one. To be honest, the mere thought of this inevitable life event terrified me.

And then, exactly one week ago, I held my own baby, my first child, the love of my life in my arms as he quietly passed. It still seems so surreal. Never in a million years would I have thought I could be strong enough to do that, let alone truly find a sense of peace and yes, even BEAUTY, in doing so.

And yet here I am. I’m still alive and well another day. My world keeps spinning and life goes on. How, I’m not quite sure, but it does.

During the 17 miraculous hours Landon spent with us off life support, we never knew if his next breath would be his last. In fact, many times his breathing stopped and his color changed, and we were sure he was gone, but then the little bugger would starting breathing again. Each time, his little hands would squeeze my fingers (a result of the stiffening of muscles, not at all conscious, but still so incredible). It was hard to see at first, but once we understood that he wasn’t suffering at all, but simply preparing his little body for the eventual transition, we were able to relax and just savour each moment we had with him.

By the time the next morning came around and he was still going strong, we were even able to find humour - we imagined that he was being a little trickster like his Dad, making us all believe he was gone and then - “Just kidding!”.

I don’t know how I was able to stay so strong, and in doing so helping my husband and family to also experience this beautiful little life. But I do think that your prayers, meditations , and intentions held me up. I am certain I’d never have been able to go on, let alone find peace, during this time had it not been for all your support.

From the bottom of my heart, Thank You.

She has to be the strongest!!!! Although I have never felt hurt this great I can feel her. Like a little bit of her pain is being seeped into me through her words allowing her to heal

21

Jul

Work

I can not work 3 days in a row at this place. I was snappy with Kālī all morning. She woke up at 730 and I snapped at her. I didn’t even tell her “good morning beautiful ” like I usually do. I didn’t even smile at her. I feel so horrible! I’ve never liked going to work…..I mean who does?! But I really hate coming to work like I feel anger when I am here. Its so not healthy and very unfair on my family

19

Jul

beautifulmadhouse:

Yes!!! Saw this image on Huffington Post. #breastfeedingsupport #breastfeeding #awesome #carriagehousebirth #doula #nursing #lactation

Where?!

beautifulmadhouse:

Yes!!! Saw this image on Huffington Post. #breastfeedingsupport #breastfeeding #awesome #carriagehousebirth #doula #nursing #lactation

Where?!

17

Jul

fluzieh:

turntechstridercest:

jean-huh-kirschnickerdoodle:

doctorrivaille:

rapunzelie:

sb5ive:

rapunzelie:

new undies: cute stretchmarks: also cute

No no no and NO stretch marks are never cute!! wtf too lazy to go get some cocoa butter and use it daily? We all have stretch marks but we can get rid of it.. People should take care of themselves and if cocoa butter didnt work for you make an appointment for a laser stretch mark removal dont be a lazy ass

hey quick question: what’s your fuckin damage

all stretch marks are beautiful no exceptions 

stretch marks are perfectly fine and natural and beautiful, free lightning bolt tattoos yo
cocoa butter is a preventative that does not always work, and smells and stains clothes and oh yeah, since a lot of people get stretch marks just from growing NOT from weight, theyd have to slather their whole body and no one really wants to do that or smell like that so strongly.
laser treatment? really? you want people to pay $1000+/appt (usually takes a few treatments) to get rid of something perfectly natural because you’ve named yourself standard of the fucking world and think we all live to please you? most people dont have that money and if they do thats not what they want to spend it on.
also fuck you.

I usually don’t reblog ladies in undies, but for real. Don’t fuckin’ knock people over stretchmarks, or anything on their bodies for that matter. I’ve been underweight all my life and have them from growing. They happen. The just do. 

Stretchmarks, scars, dimples, bruises and freckles are like free tattoos - you should embrace them, because they are part of who you are and make you unique.Also, fuck you, you fuckass.


#beautifulbodyimage

fluzieh:

turntechstridercest:

jean-huh-kirschnickerdoodle:

doctorrivaille:

rapunzelie:

sb5ive:

rapunzelie:

new undies: cute
stretchmarks: also cute

No no no and NO stretch marks are never cute!! wtf too lazy to go get some cocoa butter and use it daily? We all have stretch marks but we can get rid of it.. People should take care of themselves and if cocoa butter didnt work for you make an appointment for a laser stretch mark removal dont be a lazy ass

hey quick question: what’s your fuckin damage

all stretch marks are beautiful no exceptions 

  1. stretch marks are perfectly fine and natural and beautiful, free lightning bolt tattoos yo
  2. cocoa butter is a preventative that does not always work, and smells and stains clothes and oh yeah, since a lot of people get stretch marks just from growing NOT from weight, theyd have to slather their whole body and no one really wants to do that or smell like that so strongly.
  3. laser treatment? really? you want people to pay $1000+/appt (usually takes a few treatments) to get rid of something perfectly natural because you’ve named yourself standard of the fucking world and think we all live to please you? most people dont have that money and if they do thats not what they want to spend it on.
  4. also fuck you.

I usually don’t reblog ladies in undies, but for real. Don’t fuckin’ knock people over stretchmarks, or anything on their bodies for that matter. I’ve been underweight all my life and have them from growing. They happen. The just do. 

Stretchmarks, scars, dimples, bruises and freckles are like free tattoos - you should embrace them, because they are part of who you are and make you unique.
Also, fuck you, you fuckass.

#beautifulbodyimage

tropicalfruitbabe:

*doesn’t check bank account*
*pretends everything is fine*

#truth