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In late February, 2018, I trekked across the megalopolis (and prefecture) known as Tōkyo, where, by the late afternoon on this day, scattered rains had crept their way across the Kantō Plain, showering the streets with cold winds and water, adding to the already brisk air blanketing the city (and her wards), and granting me a dramatic view from the highest observation deck at the top of the Tōkyo Sky Tree, 451 meters above the ground.
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The sight was truly beautiful to see (and this image hardly does it justice), as the sprawling jungle of human construction, which stood as a marvel of progress and achievement, was yet still humbled beneath that which the Lord hath made.
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It shows us that, no matter how great we pridefully boast to be, or how advanced we think we are, we are - in all actuality - tiny by comparison to all that God has created, and we should never forget as such.
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Yet being humble before such a reminder doesn't mean you can't marvel at the sheer beauty before your eyes, and being tiny by comparison in no way means you're insignificant either.
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Truly we are capable of great and meaningful things in our lifetime. Tōkyo itself stands as proof of such a statement. But none of that comes without hard work, some sacrifice, being of service, having humility, and enduring and learning from a little adversity along the way.
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So take up thy courage, leave thy bubble, and embark on an epic journey down a path of achievement to great and meaningful things! Yet while you do, don't forget to bask in the glory of all the Lord has created, be thankful for all He has provided, and humble enough to know your place in the world...
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Stained glass window produced by Morris & Co., titled Humility, Mercy, Generosity, Charity, Justice, Liberty, Truth, Love, Faith and Courage (c. 1898)
David Healey was the mayor of Heywood, Lancashire, England. Over one hundred years ago, he made a substantial donation to the local Unitarian Church (a church that his father had helped to found). His donation enabled the congregation to commission a beautiful 15-foot tall stained glass window for the church chancel. The window now bears his name: the David Healey Memorial Window.
The piece was acquired in 1999, from collectors in Carmel, California (USA). The couple who last owned the piece bought it in 1967 from the now-demolished Britain Hill Unitarian Church in Lancashire, England (where Morris & Co. had installed it in 1898).
The abandoned church suffered through a fire the year after the stained glass window was sold. The work would have been lost, had it not been sold.
The Huntington:
A private, nonprofit institution, The Huntington was founded in 1919 by Henry E. Huntington, an exceptional businessman who built a financial empire that included railroad companies, utilities, and real estate holdings in Southern California.
Huntington was also a man of vision – with a special interest in books, art, and gardens. During his lifetime, he amassed the core of one of the finest research libraries in the world, established a splendid art collection, and created an array of botanical gardens with plants from a geographic range spanning the globe. These three distinct facets of The Huntington are linked by a devotion to research, education, and beauty.
In 1919, Henry and Arabella Huntington signed the indenture that transferred their San Marino property and collections to a nonprofit educational trust, creating The Huntington Library, Art Collections, and Botanical Gardens, which hosts more than 500,000 visitors each year.
About You
OUR TRUE SELF
It is not humility to insist on being someone that you are not. It is as much as saying that you know better than God who you are and who you ought to be. How do you expect to arrive at the end of your own journey if you take the road to another man’s city? How do you expect to reach your own perfection by leading somebody else’s life? His sanctity will never be yours; you must have the humility to work out your own salvation in a darkness where you are absolutely alone…
And so it takes heroic humility to be yourself and to be nobody but the man, or the artist, that God intended you to be.
You will be made to feel that your honesty is only pride. This is a serious temptation because you can never be sure whether you are being true to your true self or only building up a defense for the false personality that is the creature of your own appetite for esteem.
But the greatest humility can be learned from the anguish of keeping your balance in such a position: of continuing to be yourself without getting tough about it and asserting your false self against the false selves of other people.
Source: New Seeds of Contemplation, 100-101
Macro Monday ~ Humility
Recognition and praise is most given to those who are the loudest and seem to have the most powerful moves. They appear to have greater value and worth. However, one should never underestimate the value of the humble pawn. This is where the game of chess, as well as life, is won.
" A passed pawn increase in strength as the number of pieces on the board diminishes." - Jose Capablanca
According to Wikipedia's article on the language of flowers, white roses can stand for humility and I am constantly humbled by the incredible talent and generosity of my Flickr contacts! I've been busy but will try to visit your wonderful streams in the next few days.
Yes, two great words to describe the fabulous Sydney Downunder. Her exterior beauty is eclipsed by her inner humility and grace. I've been shooting her now for over a year, and every time I do another one of her events, I find myself thinking what a lovely drag queen she is - inside and out.
If you'd like to see her in person, she often runs the Wednesday night gay men's social at Stella in Bellingham.
I stood on the country road near a small flock of sheep. These two sheep came to me curiously. They wanted to be photographed.
Ich stand auf der Landstraße in der Nähe einer kleinen Schafherde. Diese zwei Schafe kamen neugierig an mich heran. Sie wollten fotografiert werden.
One year, two perspectives. This image is part of a 365(+1) project, my friend Tilo and I are working on. If you want to see more, check out our website zweisichtig.de.
Consider a humble artisan assuredly creating great masterpieces. Thinking them mere happenstance, when, in actuality such a supple intelligence portrays an artful sensitivity skilfully executed to spark moments of discernment.
Her nature, being modest, wanting nothing but to share her passion for the wondrous yet often hidden and unsung treasures. Permitting only humilities garments to frame her magnanimity, she is content with somewhat anonymity.
Humilities virtuosity in keeping with its innocence will never succumb the ego of this practitioner the impertinence of self praise, even the well deserved adulation from another will most often be set aside for modesty’s sake..
Henceforth such wonders are born to us in magnificent grandeur, thusly we are enriched by unintended circumstances. Artistic virtuosity humbly rendered to awaken us from seemingly perpetual slumber. Such depth of spirit duly submerged in the love of humanity deserves the crown of praise.
One year, two perspectives. This image is part of a 365(+1) project, my friend Tilo and I are working on. If you want to see more, check out our website zweisichtig.de.
Humility would be the reason for sure but it was also the harsh afternoon sun that made them bow and walk. Seen near Mehrauli, south Delhi.
"This past Friday, Skully's Music Diner was filled to the brink of its capacity as the Cleveland Invasion rolled in to town. The show featured Columbus natives The Midas Touch, NiQ, Le and The 3rd. The headliner for the show was Cleveland's Chip Tha Ripper."
Read the rest of the article at the Examiner
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Florence, Baptistery, South door
Humilitas, the virtue of Humility holding a candle [1330]
Andrea Pisano
Florence, Museo dell'Opera del Duomo
original photo by courtesy of Steven Zucker, smarthistory
to accept my humanness... to know that i am not greater than, nor lesser than anyone else... to realize there is room for all ... to be rid of petty jealousy... to know that life is for living, not competing... to keep my ego in check... for allowing something greater than myself to guide me... for all this i pray.
amen.
Buddha Bar -Desire
www.youtube.com/watch?v=PB8Dk9k-iVw
"A Lover knows only humility,
He has no choice.
He steals into your alley at night,
He has no choice.
He longs to kiss every lock of your hair,
Don’t fret,
He has no choice.
In his frenzied Love for you,
He longs to break the chains of his imprisonment,
He has no choice.
A Lover asked his Beloved,
“Do you Love yourself more than you Love me?”
Beloved replied:
“I have died to myself and I live for you,
I’ve disappeared from myself and my attributes,
I am present only for you.
I’ve forgotten all my learnings,
But from knowing you I have become a scholar.
I have lost all my strength,
But from your power I am able.
I Love Myself,
I Love You.
I Love You,
I Love Myself.”
I am your Lover,
Come to my side,
I will open the gate to your Love.
Come settle with me,
Let us be neighbors in the Stars.
You have been hiding so long,
Endlessly drifting in the Sea of my Love.
Even so, you have always been connected to me.
Concealed, revealed, in the norm, in the un-manifest.
I am Life itself.
You have been a prisoner of a little pond,
I am the Ocean and it’s turbulent flood.
Come merge with me.
Leave this world of ignorance
Be with me,
I will open the gate to your Love.
I Desire you more than food or drink.
My body, my senses, my Mind,
Hunger for your taste.
I can sense your presence in my Heart.
Although you belong to all the world,
I wait in Silent Passion,
For one gesture, one glance from You."
(Taken from “The Love Poems of Rumi”)
A Mother and Child approach a car for money and food on a Sunday Morning in the upper class district of Kailash in New Delhi. The passenger in the rear seat signals the poor begging Mother with her hands together, the national greeting for peace and humility.
One year, two perspectives. This image is part of a 365(+1) project, my friend Tilo and I are working on. If you want to see more, check out our website zweisichtig.de.
Sculpture located at National Gallery of Victoria.
ITALY, Ferrara.
Madonna of humanity.
c. 1470.
painted wood (Italian poplar).
"This intimate sculptural composition depicts the Virgin Mary holding her son, the smiling Christ child, who brings his face up to that of his loving mother. The Virgin is seated on the ground as a sign of her humility. The innocent affection of her gaze betrays a certain wistfulness, which seems to indicate her premonition of the future betrayal and crucification of her infant son. The manner in which she clasps the baby Jesus in a protective embrace also prefigures traditional representations of the Pieta, in which the grieving Virgin tenderly cradles the body of her dead son" as quoted by NGV.
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Photograph by: Rouben Dickranian
The bird that soars on highest wing, Builds on the ground her lowly nest; And she that doth most sweetly sing, Sings in the shade when all things rest: In lark and nightingale we see What honor hath humility.
James Montgomery
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Beisbol/ Baseball is the only way out for the impoverished young boys born in this very poor nation. Major league baseball scouts from the USA hunt out the very best and offer millions to these mostly undisciplined, unsophisticated, country boys. MLB today has numerous players from the DR.
They may play great but some of their attitudes are horrible, and I'm sure lots of work goes into rectifying it.
I have spent alot of time with these guys as i stayed in the same ( the only ) hotel in SPM where these boys were housed.
One word to describe it is " MACHISMO" and lack of education in manners and humility.
Few have it and those that do succeed if theyre also a great player..
Sportsmanship is something they are not at all good at till they get to the Major Leagues.
This is Boca Chica a beach near the Airport and San Pedro where young guys work out before the sun gets way too hot!
Boca Chica
Photography’s new conscience
"The Christian humility of the servant of God is much greater than the riches and pride of the king".
This mosaic of St Agatha, 3rd-century virgin martyr of Sicily, is in the Basilica of the National Shrine of the Immaculate Conception.
“Shine your soul with the same
egoless humility as the rainbow
and no matter where you go
in this world or the next,
love will find you, attend you, and bless you.”
– Aberjhani
the moment I think i am, i'm not!
Screwtape examines the virtue of Humility:
Your patient has become humble; have you drawn his attention to the fact? All virtues are less formidable to us once the man is aware that he has them, but this is specially true of humility. Catch him at the moment when he is really poor in spirit and smuggle into his mind the gratifying reflection, ‘By jove! I’m being humble’, and almost immediately pride—pride at his own humility—will appear. If he awakes to the danger and tries to smother this new form of pride, make him proud of his attempt—and so on, through as many stages as you please. But don’t try this too long, for fear you awake his sense of humour and proportion, in which case he will merely laugh at you and go to bed.
But there are other profitable ways of fixing his attention on the virtue of Humility. By this virtue, as by all the others, our Enemy wants to turn the man’s attention away from self to Him, and to the man’s neighbours. All the abjection and self-hatred are designed, in the long run, solely for this end; unless they attain this end they do us little harm; and they may even do us good if they keep the man concerned with himself, and, above all, if self-contempt can be made the starting point for contempt of other selves, and thus for gloom, cynicism, and cruelty.
From The Screwtape Letters
C.S. Lewis
Playing in the courtyard was discouraged as a kid. Besides risking offending adults with noise, if there's time for play or exercise then that's time that could be used for helping family, studying, or looking for work. It was a working class neighborhood that was relatively safe due to a few notorious mafia members making their homes in the area so it wasn't like living in the projects. Money was usually tight, it rarely felt that way.
Tall uneven stacks of boxes lined up against a wall covered with spider web cracks showing maybe a century of repeated application of paint. There aren't any adults here now that follow humility to the point of it becoming hamartia, just piles of memories accumulated over the past three decades waiting to be rediscovered and kept. Looking over the sofa for a clear seat, a nylon dao was sitting on it unused.
A katana was given to a family member for their birthday some time ago. A $70 gift is very thoughtful, but this sword-like-object with its two-piece stainless steel blade was decorative and would shatter when struck or flung into a ceiling when the lightly wield rat-tail tang broke. I got them a Chinese nylon dao from Kult of Athena that could take the punishment of being hit if not safe for full-speed sparring because of its rigidity. A free hour can be spared and it's been a week since I've done any longsword drills. I grabbed my gloves and opened the rusty-hinged door to go play in the courtyard.
The dao's weight of 1.5lbs. and a center of balance of about 7 inches was in line with not only real daos but with a lot of Western military sabres. Ignoring the fact that the extra blade width at the point of percussion made it difficult to do some guards and the lack of serious hand guard made some hanging guards look ridiculously reckless, a lot of the very, very basic Western military sabre exercises can be done with something that only cost $35.
A week of off time was certainly felt when doing some two-handed longsword exercises modified to cut with only the true edge. Knowing the weight, center of balance, and points of percussion can give a rough idea of the feel of a sword. Sabres and other blades with complex distal silhouette can introduce rotational and aero behavior that become apparent only after handling. Wearing gloves, the dao with its slippery molded grip and tip-heavy mass has a tendency to roll outwards away from the centerline. I'm fairly slow with the dao and suspect that it can benefit with a lot of momentum techniques such as allowing follow-through to go into a guard or an attack.
An old lady I haven't seen in years looks on through the screen door with disapproval. I am slow and inefficient with movement, sometimes I lead with the foot instead of the hand, and I have non-existent footwork. But I know what I'm doing because I have safety gear which means I'm not a mall ninja, see? I held up a gloved hand and waved and the old lady nodded her approval, disappearing to make plans for my arranged marriage to one of her beautiful relatives I'm sure.
Out of breath from being out of shape I noticed I'm using a nylon Chinese practice sword for Western military sabre and European longsword drills, and a turn of the previous century Brooklyn tenement brick and architecture as guides for cutting lines in a near ninety degree New York summer. It fits this courtyard, this amalgamation of culture, sweat, and spirit of using whats available. I stiffen my back and my feet came together. Bringing the dao up to my face I gave a salute without thought.
A few days later with some spare fifteen minutes before leaving I got around to shooting the courtyard. I usually hear the other kids playing here growing up but was convinced to never give much thought to the point of it all. There is a point - many in fact - and at the same time it would be fine if there wasn't any. Maybe that salute was made not so much for what was in front of me or even behind, just what is here. I'm glad that I was finally able to play here for the last time.
My comments on the Chinese nylon dao:
www.flickr.com/photos/vmax137/16536171359/in/album-721576...
Scholagladiatoria's military saber solo drill:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=CYGLtIDc1vQ&index=3&list=...
Scholagladiatoria's military saber solo footwork drill:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=qla_16L7PSU&list=PLMUtS78Zxry...
Scholagladiatoria's basic lunge:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=7sTibCWaues&index=35&list...
Roland Warzecha's Tactics 2: Fighting in True Times:
I printed this quote on a transparent overlay then added it to a alcohol ink background. This will be a page in my coil bound quote book.
Where are you going? Wait! Don’t you see how beautiful I am?! WHAT? That the true beauty is hidden inside? …
Don’t go away - PLEASE - stay here for a while with me.
I … I will learn a humility …
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عمل فقير حقير محتاج برحمت خدا
محمد رضا بن استاد حسين بناء اصفهاني 1028
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مسجدشيخ لطف الله مسجد شاهکار دیگری از معماری و کاشیکاری قرن یازدهم هجری است به فرمان شاه عباس اول در مدت هجده سال بناشدهاست. سر در معرق آن تا پایان سال ۱۰۱۱ هجری ساخته وپرداخته شده واتمام ساختمان و تزئینات آن در سال ۱۰۲۸هجری بودهاست.
کتیبه سر در آن به خط ثلث علیرضا عباسی و مورخ به سال ۱۰۱۲ هجری است، معمار و بنای مسجداستادمحمدرضااصفهانی بودهاست که نام او در داخل محراب زیبای مسجد در دو لوحه کوچک به این شرح ذکرشده عمل فقیر حقیر محتاج برحمت خدا محمدرضا بن استاد حسین بنا اصفهانی ۱۰۲۸ خطوط و کتیبههای داخل مسجد کار علیرضا عباسی خطاط بسیار مشهور زمان شاه عباس و باقر بنّا خوشنویس گمنام آن عصر است که نمونه خط زیبای ثلث او باخط علیرضا عباسی برابری میکند.
مسجد شیخ لطف الله از ابنیه تاریخی بسیار مشهور است که تزئینات کاشیکاری آن در داخل از ازارهها به بالا همه از کاشیهای معرّق پوشیده شدهاست و داخل و خارج گنبد بی مانند آن نیز که از زیباترین گنبدهای جهان به شمار میرود از کاشیهای معرّق نفیس پوشیده شدهاست. باستانشناسان خارجی درمورد عظمت معماری این مسجد گفتهاند به سختی میتوان این بنا را محصول دست بشر دانست شیخ لطف الله از علمای بزرگ شیعه از مردم میس و از اهالی جبل عامل یعنی لبنان امروزی بودهاست که به دعوت شاه عباس اول در اصفهان اقامت گزید و به منظور تجلیل از او این مسجد برای تدریس و نمازگزاری وی اختصاص داده شد و نام مسجد مزبور به شیخ لطف الله از همین جهت است.
دکتر لطف الله هنرفر. شهر تاریخی اصفهان. چاپ چهارم، انتشارات گلها، ۱۳۷۶
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Sheikh Lotf Allah Mosque (Masjed-e Sheikh Lotf-o-llah in Persian or مسجد شيخ لطف الّله ) is one of the architectural masterpieces of Safavid Iranian architecture, standing on the eastern side of Naghsh-i Jahan Square, Isfahan, Iran.
It was built in 1615 by the orders of Shah Abbas I of the Safavid dynasty.
The architect (Mimar) of the edifice was Muhammad Reza ibn Ustad Hosein Banna Isfahani. He finished construction of the mosque in 1618.
Mimaran-i Iran by Zohreh Bozorg-nia. 2004.