This beautiful Swedish lady sings an ancient Viking song. Now watch how the cows respond.
It is often argued that everything our ancestors did and said gets stored into our brains. Their experience and knowledge gets passed down from generation to generation. This may explain why we know or react to certain things without having any prior knowledge.
Kulning is an ancient herding call used in the Scandinavian region. The call is a high pitch tone that can reach long distances. The herding call sounds more like a haunting and sad melody meant to echo through mountains and alleys.
It was getting late and foggy on a magical night last month when Swedish artist Jonna Jinton wanted to try kulning. She wanted to find out if the animals would answer to the call their own ancestors heard when the women called them. Kulning might just be one of the most beautiful and enchanting sounds ever made.
Never in my life have I so badly wanted to be able to download the audio from a video.
Ever After, 1998 (dir. Andy Tennant)
After noticing homeless people on her walk to school in Irvine, California, 9-year-old Khloe Thompson decided to start her own charity, dubbed Khloe Kares. She passes out hand-sewn bags filled with life’s little necessities (feminine hygiene products, soap, socks, toothpaste) to homeless women. Thompson’s work doesn’t stop at Kare Bags though, she just led a huge initiative for kids in group homes.
these little kids are out to change the world!
KELADRY OF MINDELAN, LADY KNIGHT
herself in the mirror, Kel thought she’d made herself into the girl she
would have been had she not tried for her shield. The feeling was odd,
more good than bad. ‘Maybe I’m the same whatever I wear,’ she thought. ‘It’s just easier to fight in breeches.’
It’s a Kel kind of day.
Today was our annual family bbq. As usual, I’m exhausted but I had SO MUCH FUN. ^_____^ I really do enjoy my family. ^_^
And now I should maybe go to bed because I have to be somewhere in 9 ½ hours. Oops! ^_^
if anyone can pull out the sword from the stone it’s feuilly
pink had never been
eponine’s colour. it was too garish, too sickly, too sweet, too
tender, it was too most things. eponine felt far more at home in greys,
blacks, reds and golds – bold, but not too much of anything. cosette delighted in pinks of all shades but especially pastel pinks
that seemed to intensify how soft and warm her complexion was, eponine
noted. after cosette moved in, pink began to drip through their home, from cushions to bed
linen, make-up to toothbrushes. with every pink item that made its
way to eponine, cosette smiled. cosette smiled at pink and that’s how
eponine decided pink was her favourite colour.