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There were days when I thought I had full confidence in an affirmation. When the immensity of the universe surprises me among the mists, sitting alone, as a simple guest to be a spectator, ... a thought occurs: "I only hope to have the ability to discern who will be the person who will accompany my future and luck to share my desires. Goals that will not be approached by my perseverance in the wait, in any case I distrust in she.
Hubo días en los que creí que tenía plena confianza en una afirmación. Cuando la inmensidad del universo me sorprende entre las brumas, sentado solitario, como un simple invitado para ser un espectador, ... se produce un pensamiento: "Solo espero tener la capacidad de discernir quién será la persona que acompañará mi futuro y la suerte de compartir mis deseos. Metas que no se acercarán por mi perseverancia en la espera, en cualquier caso desconfío en ella.
“But our trip was different. It was a classic affirmation of everything right and true and decent in the national character. It was a gross, physical salute to the fantastic possibilities of life in this country-but only for those with true grit. And we were chock full of that.”
Inspired by the AMAZE film Fear & Loathing in Las Vegas.
Featuring:
OMY Pose - Women's Bestie HUD @ Jail Event. This is a HUD that allows you to pose with your bestie from 5 poses and it's honestly so adorable.
[Salem] - Rowan Skirt @ Anthem
HUMAN GLITCH // QUWXNZ / PANTS @ Romp Event
Big thanks to Tristan for helping me out with this photo! How bomb is her look?!
I believe in karma what you give is what you get returned
I believe you cant appreciate real love until youve been burned
I believe the grass is no more greener on the other side
I believe you dont know what youve got until you say goodbye
~Savage Garden
Comme leurs prédécesseurs chrétiens, les apôtres du néolibéralisme se réclament aujourd'hui d'une idéologie universaliste qui affirme qu'il n'y a qu'une seule voie qui mène au salut. La leur.
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Texte : Fabian Scheidler.
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Lieu : Petit-Mont-Bonvin, Crans-Montana, Suisse.
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i had a great night last might watching Afro Celt Soundsystem in Cardiff. Their music is infectious and so full of life and colour so I needed a photo to try and give that sense of fun and life affirming enthusiasm. After so much dancing everyone was Breathless, by Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds.
Affirmer sa solitude revient à aborder sa peur, surtout la peur de mourir, et à mesurer sa propre puissance.
Jacqueline Kelen
Petit-duc maculé | Eastern Screech Owl | Megascops asio
La belle doyenne Amandine...
Lorsque je vous ai présenté le Petit-duc en pleine mue au trou no 6 récemment je penchais davantage sur Amandine que son peureux d'Edgar sans toutefois oser le déclarer. Depuis, mon bon ami Robert Dupont a observé, le 19 août dernier, un autre Petit-duc tout près au no 14b, ce même arbre où depuis deux ans Amandine termine l'été et amorce l'automne. Seule elle à date fut observée à ce trou. L'examen comparatif de son bec bien dégagé avec celui vu sur d'autres images récentes que j'ai d'elle a permis de confirmer qu'il s'agissait bien de notre belle doyenne Amandine. Cette confirmation permet donc d'affirmer que le Petit-duc observé depuis le 8 août dernier au no 6 était et est encore Edgar, je l'ai observé pas plus tard qu'hier en fin de journée encore à ce trou. À voir dans une prochaine chronique. Amandine finalement aura passé que quelques jours au trou no 14b avant de disparaître. Comme on peut le voir ici, je l'aurai retrouvé mercredi dernier bien installée cette fois-ci au trou no 16 celui qu'elle a occupé à de nombreuses reprises l'hiver dernier avant de le céder à son bel Edgar le temps de la nichée toute printanière. Quoique moins avancé que celui d'Edgar, son retour de plumes à la tête est bien amorcée. Une première pour moi en six ans d'observer Amandine pendant sa période de mue.
Troglodyte de Caroline | Carolina Wren | Thryothorus ludovicianus
Grand merci à mon amie Michèle Daoust pour m'avoir partagé sa fabuleuse découverte...
Une nichée plutôt rarement observée...
Nichant à proximité, à part lorsqu'il travaillait à se nourrir, on le retrouvait soit chantant en se perchant bien haut ou encore dans des positions comme ici bien caché dans les branches sombres de cette haie de cèdres. À ce moment-là j'aurai eu droit à une rare petite fenêtre pour être en mesure de le capter dans cette belle proximité. Observé sur plusieurs sites dans le sud du Québec, la présence de ce Troglodyte demeure tout de même en générale peu fréquente. La nichée de ce beau couple de Troglodyte de Caroline allait bon train alors, nous aurons été en mesure d'observer cinq petits cocos pendant que les parents auront pris une pause pour aller se nourrir et se dégourdir (voir ici une image du nid avec les cinq oeufs). Deux semaines plus tard hier, nous avons été en mesure d'observer les parents quitter le secteur du nid avec un sac fécal au bec, ces sacs ingénieux bien étanches contenant la fiente de l'oisillon encore au nid permet d'en évacuer son contenu loin de ce dernier. Nous pouvons maintenant l'affirmer, les oisillons ont bel et bien vu le jour...
Another archive shot of a typical beach day, a sky full of happy clouds being puffed along on a playful wind. Days at the coast can be so bright and are always happy and life affirming. Ride like the wind is by Frank Zappa
Which Way to Happy is by the Magic Numbers. It's often very hard to know which way will bring happiness. To me a beach visit always guarantees happiness , and wonderful memories. The ever changing light, clouds and tide mean every visit and every minute is different and life affirming.
When I wake up each morning I feel so privileged to be able to spend another day enjoying our beautiful world. So many people don't have that privilege.
“Sweetheart, darling, dearest,
it was funny to think that these endearments,
which used to sound exceedingly sentimental in movies and books,
now held great importance, simple but true verbal affirmations of how they felt for each other.
They were words only the heart could hear and understand,
words that could impart entire pentameter sonnets in their few, short syllables.”
― E.A. Bucchianeri, Brushstrokes of a Gadfly,
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Je crois que c'est le male mais sans pouvoir l'affirmer
Lumigny Safari Réserve (77)
Le loup arctique ("Canis lupus arctos") ou loup blanc est une sous-espèce du loup gris à l'épaisse fourrure blanche. Plus petit et plus ramassé que le loup gris, il se rencontre dans la toundra arctique du Nord du Canada, du Groenland et de l'Alaska en Amérique du Nord.
Commune créée en 1850, unique station thermale d'Île-de-France, avec son lac et son casino, le premier de France en chiffre d'affaires et le seul à moins de cent kilomètres de la capitale, cette ville au caractère résidentiel et commercial affirmé occupe une place à part dans la banlieue nord de Paris.
Domicile, Saint-Hippolyte, Québec.
Comme je le disais précédemment, j'ai eu beaucoup de travaux inattendus sur la nouvelle maison, principalement à l’extérieur, je laissais donc ma caméra sur le trépied non loin de où je travaillais ou sur la terrasse arrière, et quand je voyais quelque chose d'intéressant , clic… clic… clic, puisque la nouvelle technologie des nouveaux appareils permet des prises jusqu'à 30 et même plus par seconde !!! Beaucoup de triage de photos après une séance OUF … En août, les jeunes sont sortis du nid et c'est fascinant de les observer lorsqu'ils quémandent de la nourriture aux parents. Chez le Chardonneret jaune, ça semble être le père qui fait le gros du travail, et ce serait parfaitement normal puisque la femelle a fait beaucoup. Cependant, je ne peux pas affirmer cette théorie puisque c'est la première fois que j'ai l'occasion d'observer ce rituel de nourrissage des oisillons. Ici, les juvéniles sont presque complètement indépendants,mais, comme tous les ados de ce monde, ils aiment bien profiter de la générosité des parents qui doivent, à un certain point, les abandonner pour qu'ils volent de leurs propres traînes . Une des quelques 500 photos prises lors de cette séance, la suite à venir.
Home, Saint-Hippolyte, Quebec.
As I said before, I had a lot of unexpected work on the new house, mainly outside, so I left my camera on the tripod not far from where I was working or on the back terrace, and when I saw something interesting, click… click… click, since the new technology of the new cameras allows shots up to 30 and even more per second!!! Lots of sorting of photos after a session OUF… In August, the young came out of the nest, and it is fascinating to watch them when they beg for food from the parents. In the case of the American Goldfinch, it seems to be the father who does most of the work, and this would be perfectly normal since the female has done a lot. However, I cannot affirm this theory since this is the first time I have had the opportunity to observe this ritual of feeding the chicks. Here, the juveniles are almost completely independent, but, like all teenagers in this world, they like to take advantage of the generosity of their parents, who must, at a certain point, abandon them so that they can fly on their own. One of some 500 photos taken during this session, more to come.
Design, style, technique, - these, too, are not enough. Art must reach further than impression or self-revelation. Art, said Alfred Stieglitz, is the affirmation of life. And life, or its eternal evidence is everywhere :-)
Ansel Adams
HFF! Hands Off Our Democracy!! Resist the Despicable Authoritarian Orange Cockroach and his Cabinet of Stooges and Buffoons!
prunus mume, white japanese flowering apricot, 'Tojibai', j c raulston arboretum, ncsu, raleigh, north carolina
Genesis 2:17 King James Version (KJV)
17 But of the tree of the knowledge of good and evil, thou shalt not eat of it: for in the day that thou eatest thereof thou shalt surely die.
AFFIRMATION
May an Angel’s love surround you
Each and every day
May an Angel’s breath keep you warm
And tempt you to stay
May an Angel’s wings protect you always
When your life becomes difficult and hard
When the light seems increasingly dark
And you need help to find your way
May an Angel’s love surround you
Each and every day
*****
Blessings to you all,
Shelley.
Thank you to each and every one of you who has supported and shared your lives and thoughts with me this year.
I cannot thank you enough, as you have kept a light burning for me as well in difficult times.
Even semi-human Angels need love to know they are needed...
I write often of spiritual love, but some days we need to feel real tangible love.
I seek ways out of the darkness, and I hope you will continue to fly with me into the New Year.
Forgive my lateness in replying to comments and faves from my last batch of work, I will get to you...life is demanding and even Angels have to sleep....sometimes..haha!
Angels drive cars and have to get them fixed and sort out dodgy freezers right before Xmas. Angels have family and they sometimes need your surety.
But Angels also have friends on Flickr who have supported them and commented, faved and viewed with astounding generosity.
Thank you, thank you, with all my heart.
*****
This image is a detail from a stained glass window in St. Mary's, Eastbourne, East Sussex, UK.
Angels like it here a lot.
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affirmation:
i have no body
i have no mind
i have no spirit
i am just the breath of God
the breath of life
breath of life
breath of God
in spanish
afirmación:
no tengo cuerpo, no tengo mente, no tengo espíritu
soy solo el aliento de Dios, aliento de vida
aliento de Dios, aliento de vida
my favorite affirmation given by my yoga teacher; yogi bhajan
Conférence de presse FIPA, 2019 paru dans l'éclaireur en Côte d'Ivoire
"En déclarant que la poésie est au service de la société, le commissaire général fait allusion à Jan Theuninck, pour qui la poésie engagée est un devoir envers la société." (l'éclaireur)
Le FIPA, Festival International de la Poésie d'Abidjan est un colloque international sur la Poésie africaine d'expression française avec à la clé de grandes communications sur le thème : L'Ecole, un foyer de cohésion sociale. Du 24 au 26 Octobre 2019 se tiendra à Abidjan, sous le parrainage de Madame KANDIA CAMARA, Ministre de l'Education Nationale, de l'Enseignement Technique et de la Formation Professionnelle, la 3ème Edition dotée du prix de Poésie KANDIA CAMARA des lycées et collèges
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D’après le poète P. Reverdy, « la poésie est à la vie ce qu'est le feu de bois. Elle en émane et la transforme ». Le caractère primordial du genre littéraire qu'est la poésie est donc ici clairement posée. Il s'agira dans cette préface d'étudier la poésie engagée ; ses problématiques et ses limites. Comme l'exprime Jan Theuninck en affirmant « Je considère la poésie engagée comme une mission personnelle, un devoir envers une société », le poète, lorsqu'il s'engage, choisi de mettre son œuvre au service d'une cause.
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Jan Theuninck iest un peintre et poète belge
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charterforcompassion.org/belgium
There are literally hundreds, if not thousands of abandoned homes strewn throughout the countryside in Alberta. They did not fall out of the sky, but rather, were thoughtfully placed with the intentions of building a life within the four walls and a roof - a very long time ago.
When I come across these homesteads, I just have to stop. I don’t know why I am drawn to these old relics. Fossils of the past. It is as if can hear their heart beat in the solitude of the countryside.
Who lived here? What kind of life did they have? Did they conquer their hardships or challenges? It is without a doubt that the occupants encountered insurmountable struggles.
I try to imagine the essence of the house. Were there moments of joy and contentment despite the harshness and difficulties of the environment? I find it incredulous that it still stands even though it has been ravaged by time.
My imagination begins to percolate.
I want to hear the happy, contagious squeals of children giggling as they raced to the warmth of their beds at night; the sound of Mother humming as she lovingly brushed her daughter’s hair by the fire, or Father whistling with an air of fulfillment at a satisfying day of work that had been done and in anticipation of the hot meal waiting for him as he walked in, through the door. Goals, dreams and aspirations were quietly shared in the secrecy of night. Stolen kisses and affirmations of love and commitment were whispered as the children slept.
I wonder if this house had been enough for them? Why did they leave? What were their parting thoughts as they turned the key for that one last time? So many questions. No answers…
I snap a photo of the old gal.
I start driving down the lonely road but take one last look in my rearview mirror. I see a house surrounded by mass plantings of flowers, a thriving garden, chickens milling about and a clothesline that has a congregation of well worn clothes that are being gently seduced by an unusually warm summer breeze. The children are playing Kick-the-can out in the fields.
The joy of their laughter is a welcome sound to their Mother and Father who are sitting together on the porch sipping lemonade and enjoying a respite from the monotony of chores. No words pass between them. They bask in the silence of their mutual contentment.
I see a house that was once brimming with life and love. It stands proud and tenacious as a testament to those who happen to pass by on this lonely country road and those who have the ears to hear the echoes of laughter wafting in the wind, proclaiming that this house was more than four walls and a roof - it was a home…
Completely unlike the fleur-de-lys, the lush dark red lily in the silver field of the coat of arms is a proud emblem of beautiful Florence. The presence of such a lily in the coat of arms explains the magnificent motto: «A flower in full bloom - so flourishes the blooming Florence.»
Anatole France used the image of the "red lily" as the title of his novel. "Red Lily" is a novel about love in the world of politicians and prudent businessmen.
The play based on this novel made a huge impression on the young Marcel Proust. The red lily, which gave the title of the novel, is not just a flower, but a symbol of Florence, where the love of the social beauty Countess Marten-Bellemm and the talented sculptor Jacques Deschartre blossomed.
Зовсім не схожа на fleur-de-lys пишна темно-червона лілія у срібному полі герба — горда емблема прекрасної Флоренції. Наявність у гербі такої лілії пояснює чудовий девіз: «Квітка у повному кольорі – так процвітає квітуча Флоренція».
Анатоль Франс використав образ «червона лілія» як назву для свого роману. "Червона лілія" - роман про кохання у світі політиків та розважливих ділків.
Поставлена за цим романом п'єса справила величезне враження на юного Марселя Пруста. Червона лілія, що дала назву роману, - це не просто квітка, а символ Флоренції, де розквітла любов світської красуні графині Мартен-Беллем та талановитого скульптора Жака Дешартра.
Герб Флоренції є овальним геральдичним щитом срібного кольору, на щиті зображена червона лілія. Лілія є старовинним символом Флоренції. Зображення геральдичної лілії карбувалося на аверсі флорентійських золотих флоринів з 1252 року.
Спочатку герб прикрашала біла лілія на червоному тлі. Однак у 1251 році гвельфи, вигнавши з Флоренції гібеллінів, змінили забарвлення герба, зробивши квітку червоною, а фон білим.
la pierre est haute de 2,40 m, large de 1,80m, épaisse de 30 cm par endroits mais pouvant aller jusqu'à 1,40m. La partie enterrée est de 1,25m.
La tradition locale rapporte qu'au temps des fées et des sorciers, la pierre marquait un lieu principal de réunion, car on lui attribuait des vertus surnaturelles. On a longtemps affirmé que la pierre poussait, parlait et dansait à certains jours de l'année.
“Canadian teachers fired for not ‘celebrating and affirming LGBTQ+’ ideology”
www.youtube.com/watch?v=AKdroNgZWS0
“Antifa, police try to stop Christian rocker from giving church service”
www.youtube.com/watch?v=j5_4sadGMc8
Inclusivity: the road to authoritarianism. Communists preach equality, yet kill off those who disagree with them. History proves this.
2 Timothy 3:12 “Indeed, all who desire to live godly in Christ Jesus will be persecuted.”
AN AFFIRMATION OF SELFLESS LOYALTY
My fearless heart
Of diamond clarity
Where expression and thought
Are proof of your bravery, justice and swiftness
That cut through ignorance and malcontent
To reveal the pristine awareness of being
Where the freedom of the mind
Is like the sweet chorus of the birds
*****
Sometimes the reinforcement of gracious qualities and love can be a good thing.
So I decided to start an Album on Flickr doing just that.
I like to take shots of the things I have collected over the years that are sharing their presence with me in my home.
Some of my Grail shots have this quality, but often the poem ends up being longer than an affirmation, to me they end up more like a prayer. You can see the Album that contains those works in my Flickr account as well.
But in a sense this is the same principle, as the things I have collected over the years often have a sacred presence or meaning, so I thought I would start to share them here.
On rainy days or when I am not in a writing mood, it is good to still keep working, using the camera in this way, and it is not only enjoyable, it is an opportunity to appreciate these wonderful sacred items and sculptures all over again, and listen to what they have to say.
This Garuda is a modern piece, but the history, energy and protective instinct is the same as from his first incarnation.
This shot is from where he resides, in my glass cabinet, where I keep many other precious things..
Hi Secrets!😘♥
It feels special and rare, that fairy tale soulmate vibe. it's playful, intimate and affirming all at once.
The One and Only
Available now at TMD
✈
A couple of days after this brave crocus showed it's face to the World, we had a three centimetre snowfall. I'm not sure this harbinger of Spring will now get a chance to open up. So often, these delicate species crocuses get their hopes dashed. What's needed of course is some warm, life affirming sunlight which is a rarity at the moment. Dark grey skies aren't going to encourage this process and as we are still firmly in January, this early flower's stamens may never see the light of day.
I didn’t become who I am alone.
The people I’ve let close - the rare few - have shaped my architecture. Some challenged me and forced me to grow sharper; some offered quiet stability and taught me how to rest without vanishing; some widened the inner horizon I didn’t know could hold so much light.
And others, in their own ways, taught me refinement through fracture; not because they intended harm - though sometimes they did - but because not everyone is capable of seeing someone clearly, even when standing right in front of them. Every bond - tender, volatile, brief, or breathtaking - has become part of my design.
I still believe in beauty, not as decoration, but as something constructed with intention, protected with discernment, and chosen again and again in spite of everything that may try to dismantle it.
Particular entity
Existence affirmed
Web of belief
The image's aesthetic qualities—its colors, textures, and composition—are part of one set of beliefs, while the flower's biological properties—its species, its life cycle—are part of another.
"To be is to be the value of a bound variable." - Willard van Orman Quine
Nikon Nikkor 55mm f1.2 Reversed
I may not be the pretty skinny girl who has her picture gawked at, but I am me. I am a human being, and I am happy with myself. I have curves, and I don't wear a size 2. Call me what you want, I know I truly am.
I believe the sun should never set upon an argument
I believe we place our happiness in other people's hands
I believe that junk food tastes so good because it's bad for you
I believe your parents did the best job they knew how to do
I believe that beauty magazines promote low self esteem
I believe I'm loved when I'm completely by myself alone
I believe in Karma what you give is what you get returned
I believe you can't appreciate real love 'til you've been burned
I believe the grass is no more greener on the other side
I believe you don't know what you've got until you say goodbye
I believe you can't control or choose your sexuality
I believe that trust is more important than monogamy
I believe your most attractive features are your heart and soul
I believe that family is worth more than money or gold
I believe the struggle for financial freedom is unfair
I believe the only ones who disagree are millionaires
I believe in Karma what you give is what you get returned
I believe you can't appreciate real love 'til you've been burned
I believe the grass is no more greener on the other side
I believe you don't know what you've got until you say goodbye
I believe forgiveness is the key to your own happiness
I believe that wedded bliss negates the need to be undressed
I believe that God does not endorse tv evangelists
I believe in love surviving death into eternity
I believe in Karma what you give is what you get returned
I believe you can't appreciate real love 'til you've been burned
I believe the grass is no more greener on the other side
I believe you don't know what you've got until you say goodbye
Until you say goodbye
-Savage Garden "Affirmation"
EVERY DAY
You can leave me in the light
And not worry about finding me
You must surely know
That I will always seek you out
When you feel your sanity
Might be in doubt
When your heart feels sore
And you can’t take anymore
When you hide in dark corners
Shunning the current conversation
All so trite and full of spite
Come and find me
Where you left me
Just look for the light
Because that is me calling you
Every moment of the day
From the light
Look it’s alright
From the light
I love you
From the light
Day and night
*****
Thank you to my Friends and Followers,
an Affirmation for Every Day.
Dear friends and followers, and those who have viewed and faved recently on my last batch of work. I have been thinking of you all and wanting to get back to you before now.
The past few days I have been unwell however, but recovering now.
So this was just a little offering to keep you all going until I can cast my eyes over your lovely work and thank you all for supporting me.
Grail Keepers do not forget their friends. Grail Keepers are people who do not forget and have loyalty as their middle name.
Behind the scenes I have been working, thinking. Seems to me we need beauty and decency back in this world. We need the sort of values that anybody, regardless of who or what they are, or what faith they follow, can have.
A Grail Keeper in my mind is someone who will help in this way, even if its only in small ways, it all adds up to something bigger.
Martin Luther King was a Grail Keeper. John Lennon was a Grail Keeper. Mother Teresa was a Grail Keeper. Alexei Navalny was a Grail Keeper. There are so many, the list could go on.
These are courageous well known examples. But there are also Grail Keepers who work diligently in their own communities. There are Grail Keepers who perform small acts of kindness every day.
I want to start to expand on this idea, and the work I do I hope will bring some light into this dark uncertain world of ours. It doesn’t have to be this way, and Grail Keepers even if its only in a simple, small way, need to find their courage and continue to hold up a light.
This work is from Glynde Church, in Sussex in the UK. I take my Grails out into the area I know and have lived in all my life. With them I seek to find a connection to the spiritual world that will heal and enlighten.
Short of having you there with me, the least I can do is share my work in images and words.
And as always, if you would like to see more of my work, have a look at my website at:
March 13th, 2024. Dear Friends...I am still catching up...if I haven't got to you yet, I will.
Meanwhile...The Grail is obsessing me again, when does it not you might ask. Fair point. I really think there is going to be more written as I think upon it. I mean, I have thought about it pretty much all my life, but I think it has a poignant relevance now. I can see some Blogs might get written in the future, especially on the Grail Keeper theme. Modern Grail Keepers are also our future.
Think of any? Might be somebody in your local community.
Like the Post Master in mine, who helped me sort out the right postage to get my new Driving License there and back safely. He got it in the right envelopes and everything for me.
My notes are expanding. But then so is love for the Grail.
All my love everybody, Shell x
Night without a DAY
Day without a NIGHT🌙
Somebody wanders maybe into my DREAMS 💭
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♫ www.youtube.com/watch?v=uH9vdvK9Xwo - Gaia MESIAH
...vues par ma nièce, Geneviève...
Je peux aussi affirmer que c'est un bonheur d'y admirer un coucher de soleil ...
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Les îles de la Madeleine sont un archipel canadien du golfe du Saint-Laurent appartenant au Québec. Ses habitants sont les Madelinots et les Madeliniennes.
fr.wikipedia.org/wiki/Îles_de_la_Madeleine
Si vous désirez les découvrir davantage virtuellement
www.tourismeilesdelamadeleine.com/fr/decouvrir-les-iles/
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of a coldness to the touch with the fingers
of hurting and healing simultaneously
in the familiarity of a warm heart
Kaya Project ft.Randolph Matthews ~ Playful New World
You are amazing! Yes - You :-).
I just love this video by the Duirwaigh team.
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"When inspiration knocks - open the door."
Cette exposition retrace l'évolution du travail de l'artiste sévillane sur les vingt-cinq dernières années.
L'influence du mouvement "Me Too" est très présente dans ses oeuvres récentes.
L'œuvre de Pilar Albarracín est un acte d'affirmation, un exercice d'analyse des clichés que représente l'identité andalouse. Le folklore et les traditions populaires, les rituels alimentaires, les mythes religieux, le rôle de la femme dans la distribution des pouvoirs et les fêtes collectives comme la tauromachie constituent l'essentiel de son inspiration.
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Santa Elena Augusta
Flavia Julia Helena Augusta
Diocesan Shrine of Our Lady on Thorns (Aranzazu)
Municipality of San Mateo
Province of Rizal
Philippines
SantaCruzang Bayan 2008
May 25, 2008
About SAINT HELENA
Venerated in:
Roman Catholicism
Eastern Orthodoxy
Oriental Orthodoxy
Lutheran
Anglicanism
Canonized:
Her canonization precedes the practice of formal Canonization by the Pope or the relevant Orthodox and Lutheran churches.
Feast:
Roman Catholic: August 18
Lutheran: May 21
Orthodox: May 19
Coptic Orthodox: 9 Pashons
**Finding of the True Cross: May 03
Symbol: Cross
Derivatives: St. Helena of Constantinople, St. Helen, St. Eleanor
Patronage: archeologists, converts, difficult marriages, divorced people, empresses
Flavia Julia Helena Augusta, also known as Saint Helena, Saint Helen, Helena Augusta or Helena of Constantinople (ca. 250 – ca. 330) was consort of Constantius Chlorus, and the mother of Emperor Constantine I. She is traditionally credited with finding the relics of the True Cross.
Family Life: Helena's birthplace is not known with certainty. The sixth-century historian Procopius is the earliest authority for the statement that Helena was a native of Drepanum, in the province of Bithynia in Asia Minor. Her son Constantine renamed the city "Helenopolis" after her death in 328, giving rise to the belief that the city was her birthplace. Although he might have done so in honor of her birthplace, Constantine probably had other reasons for doing so. The Byzantinist Cyril Mango has argued that Helenopolis was refounded to strengthen the communication network around his new capital in Constantinople, and was renamed to honor Helena, not to mark her birthplace. There is another Helenopolis, in Palestine, but its exact location is unknown. This city, and the province of Helenopontus in the Diocese of Pontus, were probably both named after Constantine's mother.
The bishop and historian Eusebius of Caesarea states that she was about 80 on her return from Palestine. Since that journey has been dated to 326–28, Helena was probably born in 248 or 250. Little is known of her early life. Fourth-century sources, following Eutropius' Breviarium, record that she came from a low background. Ambrose was the first to call her a stabularia, a term translated as "stable-maid" or "inn-keeper". He makes this fact a virtue, calling Helena a bona stabularia, a "good stable-maid". Other sources, especially those written after Constantine's proclamation as emperor, gloss over or ignore her background.
It is unknown where she first met her future partner Constantius. The historian Timothy Barnes has suggested that Constantius, while serving under Emperor Aurelian, could have met her while stationed in Asia Minor for the campaign against Zenobia. Barnes calls attention to an epitaph at Nicomedia of one of Aurelian's protectors, which could indicate the emperor's presence in the Bithynian region soon after 270. The precise legal nature of the relationship between Helena and Constantius is unknown: the sources are equivocal on the point, sometimes calling Helena Constantius' "wife", and sometimes calling her his "concubine". Jerome, perhaps confused by the vague terminology of his own sources, manages to do both. Some scholars, such as the historian Jan Drijvers, assert that Constantius and Helena were joined in a common-law marriage, a cohabitation recognized in fact but not in law. Others, like Timothy Barnes, assert that Constantius and Helena were joined in an official marriage, on the grounds that the sources claiming an official marriage are more reliable.
Helena gave birth to Constantine I in 272. In 293, Constantius was ordered by emperor Diocletian to divorce her in order to qualify as Caesar of the Western Roman Empire, and he was married to the step-daughter of Maximian, Theodora. Helena never remarried and lived in obscurity, though close to her only son, who had a deep regard and affection for her.
Constantine was proclaimed Augustus of the Roman Empire in 306 by Constantius' troops after the
latter had died, and following his elevation his mother was brought back to the public life and the imperial court, and received the title of Augusta in 325. Helena died in 330 with her son at her side. Her sarcophagus is on display in the Pio-Clementino Vatican Museum. During her life, she gave many presents to the poor, released prisoners and mingled with the ordinary worshippers in modest attire, exhibiting a true Christian spirit.
Sainthood: She is considered by the Orthodox and Catholic churches as a saint, famed for her piety. Her feast day as a saint of the Orthodox Christian Church is celebrated with her son on May 21, the Feast of the Holy Great Sovereigns Constantine and Helen, Equal to the Apostles. Her feast day in the Roman Catholic Church falls on August 18. Her feast day in the Coptic Orthodox Church is on 9 Pashons. Eusebius records the details of her pilgrimage to Palestine and other eastern provinces (though not her discovery of the True Cross). She is the patron saint of archaeologists. The names "Saint Eleanor" and "Saint Eleanora" are usually synonymous for Saint Helen.
Relic Discoveries: In 325, Helena was in charge of a journey to Jerusalem to gather Christian relics, by her son Emperor Constantine I, who had recently declared Rome as a Christian city. Jerusalem was still rebuilding from the destruction of Hadrian, a previous emperor, who had built a temple to Venus over the site of Jesus's tomb, near Calvary.
According to legend, Helena entered the temple with Bishop Macarius, ordered the temple torn down and chose a site to begin excavating, which led to the recovery of three different crosses. Refused to be swayed by anything but solid proof, a woman from Jerusalem, who was already at the point of death from a certain disease, was brought; when the woman touched a cross suddenly recovered and Helena declared the cross with which the woman had been touched to be the True Cross. On the site of discovery, she built the Church of the Holy Sepulchre, while she continued building churches on every Holy site.
She also found the nails of the crucifixion. To use their miraculous power to aid her son, Helena allegedly had one placed in Constantine's helmet, and another in the bridle of his horse. Helena left Jerusalem and the eastern provinces in 327 to return to Rome, bringing with her large parts of the True Cross and other relics, which were then stored in her palace's private chapel, where they can be still seen today. Her palace was later converted into the Santa Croce in Gerusalemme.
The reliquary of Jerusalem was committed to the care of Saint Macarius and kept with singular care and respect in the magnificent church which Saint Helen and her son built there. Saint Paulinus relates that, though chips were almost daily cut off from it and given to devout persons, yet the sacred wood suffered thereby no diminution. It is affirmed by Saint Cyril of Jerusalem, twenty-five years after the discovery, that pieces of the cross were spread all over the earth; he compares this wonder to the miraculous feeding of five thousand men, as recorded in the Gospel. The discovery of the cross would have happened in the spring, after navigation began on the Mediterranean Sea, for Saint Helen went the same year to Constantinople and from there to Rome, where she died in the arms of her son on the 18th of August of the same year, 326.
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"I found Rome a city of bricks and left it a city of marble." Augustus.
Of all the temples of the Roman Empire that have survived to this day, none has been preserved in such good conditions as the spectacular Pantheon in Rome. Although the first Pantheon was built in the year 27 b.C. in this same place by the general Agrippa, right hand of the emperor Augustus, and whose name is in the frieze of the portico, that first temple was destroyed by a fire. For what the architectural jewel that has arrived until our days is a posterior reconstruction commissioned by the emperor Hadrian, almost 150 years after the first temple was inaugurated.
The name of its architect is not totally clear, but many historians attribute its construction to the work of the great master Apollodorus of Damascus. When you enter the building, the first thing that leaves you astonished is its immense dome, which was the largest in the world until Brunelleschi raised the one in the Cathedral of Florence in 1436. In the center of it, the oculus will not go unnoticed by anyone, it lets the light pass during the day and through it the rain falls inside the temple, leaving through some strategically placed holes in the ground. And as we look down, the fascination continues with the brightly colored walls and marble floors, with the columns and their perfect capitals, with the niches that now house statues of saints as they once did with the Roman deities and with every detail of the decoration.
The Pantheon, unlike most Roman pagan temples, has reached our days almost intact due to its conversion into a church in 608. A twist of fate that allows us to marvel even today with its almost supernatural perfection, with which believers and atheists will surely agree to affirm that it honors their initial consecration as a place of worship for all the gods.
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"Encontré Roma como una ciudad de ladrillo y la dejé como una ciudad de mármol." Augusto.
De entre todos los templos del Imperio Romano que han llegado hasta nuestros días, ninguno se ha conservado en tan buenas condiciones como el espectacular Panteón de Roma. A pesar de que el primer Panteón fue construido en el año 27 a.C. en este mismo lugar por el general Agripa, mano derecha del emperador Augusto, y cuyo nombre se encuentra en el friso del pórtico, ese primer templo fue destruido por un incendio. Por lo que la joya arquitectónica que ha llegado hasta nuestros días es una reconstrucción posterior encargada por el emperador Adriano, casi 150 años después de que el primer templo se inaugurara.
No se sabe a ciencia cierta el nombre del arquitecto, pero muchos historiadores atribuyen su construcción al trabajo del gran maestro Apolodoro de Damasco. Cuando se entra en el edificio lo primero que nos deja estupefactos es su inmensa cúpula, que fue la más grande del mundo hasta que Brunelleschi levantó la de la Catedral de Florencia en 1436. En el centro de ella, para nadie pasará desapercibido el óculo, que deja pasar la luz durante el día y a través del cual la lluvia cae dentro del templo, marchándose por unos agujeros estratégicamente situados en el suelo. Y al bajar la vista, la fascinación continúa con las paredes y el suelo de mármol de vivos colores, con las columnas y sus perfectos capiteles, con los nichos que hoy albergan estatuas de santos como en su día hicieron con las deidades romanas y con cada detalle de la decoración.
El Panteón, a diferencia de la mayoría de templos paganos romanos, ha llegado a nuestros días casi intacto debido a su conversión en iglesia en el año 608. Un giro del destino que nos permite aún hoy maravillarnos con su casi sobrenatural perfección, la cual tanto creyentes como ateos seguramente estarán de acuerdo en afirmar, que hace honor a su consagración inicial como lugar de culto para todos los dioses.