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Zephaniah 2:3 “Seek the LORD, all you humble of the earth, who carry out what He commands. Seek righteousness, seek humility; perhaps you will be concealed on the day of the LORD’s anger.”
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Last member of indigenous tribe dies in Brazil after resisting contact for decades
By Camilo Rocha and Maija Ehlinger
www.cnn.com/2022/08/28/americas/brazil-indigenous-man-in-...
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a chance meeting introduces me to this little girl but so great in humility ..... it is I who learn from you thank you very much
One evening an old Cherokee told his grandson about a battle that goes on inside people.
He said, "My son, the battle is between two "wolves" inside us all.
One is Evil. It is anger, envy, jealousy, sorrow, regret, greed, arrogance, self-pity, guilt, resentment, inferiority, lies, false pride, superiority, and ego.
The other is good. It is joy, peace, love, hope, serenity, humility, kindness, benevolence, empathy, generosity, truth, compassion and faith."
The grandson thought about it for a minute and then asked his grandfather: "Which wolf wins?"
The old Cherokee simply replied, "The one you feed."
The little man sometimes likes to travel through his wardrobe and talk with his friend Aslan...
Skippy was inspired by the amazing Pewpew! Wardrobe Hideout!
Available at the cool LTD The Event!
Keep shining bright everyone!
Travel creates humility.
But for that you have to leave the comforting bubble of luxury hotels and tourist attractions. You have to go out and talk to people. And you have to see how they live. Like here, for example, in a village in the Atlas mountains of Morocco.
I don't even pretend to know what life might be like in such an area. But the thought that families fight for their survival here every day, that here in the alleys between the houses children play, whose prospects ideally have to be classified as low, gives me an extremely oppressive feeling.
How much energy and money do we waste in our prosperous "West" just to feel morally superior.
As long as there are places like this on the planet, and there are so many of them, I would consider any discussion about electric cars, heat pumps and even language restrictions to be deeply insulting and arrogant towards the people who have real problems.
Reisen schafft Demut.
Doch dafür muss man die wohlige Blase der Luxushotels und der Touristenattraktionen verlassen. Man muss hinaus gehen und mit den Menschen sprechen. Und man muss sich anschauen, wie sie leben. Zum Beispiel so wie hier, in einem Dorf in den Bergen des Atlas in Marokko.
Ich maße mir nicht einmal ansatzweise an zu wissen, wie das Leben in einer solchen Gegend sein könnte. Doch der Gedanke, dass hier Familien tagtäglich um ihr Überleben kämpfen, dass hier in den Gassen zwischen den Häusern Kinder spielen, deren Perspektive man im Idealfall als gering einstufen muss, verschafft mir ein äußerst beklemmendes Gefühl.
Wie viel Energie und Geld verschwenden wir, in unserem von Wohlstand verwahrlosten "Westen" nur um uns moralisch überlegen zu fühlen.
So lange es noch solche Orte auf dem Planeten gibt, und es gibt von Ihnen so unfassbar viele, betrachte ich jede Diskussion über Elektroautos, Wärmepunpen und gar Sprachvorschriften als zutiefst beleidigend und arrogant den Menschen gegenüber, die wirkliche Probleme haben.
more of this on my website at: www.shoot-to-catch.de
contrairement aux arcs de triomphe, la porte de modestie ne célèbre aucune victoire fondée sur la violence, les morts en grand nombre, les mutilations par plus grand nombre encore, les traumatismes qui ne s’effacent qu’au dernier jour des survies, la porte de modestie ouvre sur un paysage campagnard, d’une campagne tout ordinaire qui n’offre aucun paysage à couper le souffle, la porte de modestie est faite de planches en bois inégales et ajustées l’une contre l’autre, d’un bois qui n’a rien de précieux,
au fil du blog Éléments du monde ordinaire vous trouverez en contrepoint de quoi lire et imaginer ou bâiller,
and for those of you who do not speak French, Francis J. recommends that you use DeepL to get his texts translated into the language of your choice.
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Please rethink your political standing and remember you are here to protect the American people and how important it is to get along with countries all over the world Mr. President. We need more tolerance, respect, the ability to embrace our differences and to come together in unity finding compatible solutions for our goals. We all belong to humanity and each one of us has a place within it, this country was founded on liberty and it seems to be slipping away.
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Daniel Mural Project
Artist, Que Rock, from Nipissing First Nation, created this mural in honour of the 215 children found in May, 2021, in Kamloops B.C. and the many more mass graves that continue to be found. (For many decades in the past, the government placed First Nations’ children in residential schools run by the Catholic and Anglican churches. Children were forbidden to speak their own language and rarely ever got to see their parents.)
On the left, the sun symbolizes the Seven Grandfather Teachings of wisdom, love, humility, respect, honesty, courage and truth. On the right, Grandmother Moon with the colours of the traditional medicine wheel represents the connection to Turtle Island, the water nation and Mother Earth. In the middle, eagles carry children to the Spirit World while holding fish for the healing journey.
The Golden Temple Amritsar India (Sri Harmandir Sahib Amritsar) has a unique Sikh architecture. Built at a level lower than the surrounding land level, The Gurudwara teaches the lesson of egalitarianism and humility. The four entrances of this holy shrine from all four directions, signify that people belonging to every walk of life are equally welcome.
The Golden Temple Amritsar India is not only a central religious place of the Sikhs, but also a symbol of human brotherhood and equality. Everybody, irrespective of cast, creed or race can seek spiritual solace and religious fulfilment without any hindrance. It also represents the distinct identity, glory and heritage of the Sikhs.
The name of the city derives from the name of the pool around the Golden Temple (aka Harmandir Sahib) and means "holy pool of nectar". It is the spiritual and cultural center of the Sikh religion, and they are rightfully very proud of the city and their very beautiful and unique Gurdwara (place of worship).
Visitors to the Golden Temple must remove their shoes and cover their heads before entering the temple.
Source : Wikipedia
Thank you so much for your kind words, faves and invitations to groups! I really appreciate each of them !!!
when we care more for that than for the privilege of arguing about ideas in a fog of uncertainty :-)
Walter Lippmann, c.1917
HMM!! Justice for all!! Resist!! Vote!! Vote!! Vote!!
iris, our yard, cary, north carolina
“....In regard to Animals, here again we can learn from the Native American, to whom each animal reflected a particular aspect of the Great Spirit. The Native American believed, that Knowledge of his oneness with the Universe and all its powers, could not be realized, unless there were perfect humility, unless Man humbled himself before the entire Creation, before the smallest ant, realizing his own nothingness…Only in being nothing, can Man become everything! And only then, will he realize his own essential brother/sisterhood with all forms of life!! His centre of life , is the same centre of life with All That Is !!!....” ( Dorothy Maclean --“To Hear the Angels Sing”)
***** Wishing you ALL, an ...Angelic Weekend!!
Water is life's mater and matrix, mother and medium. There is no life without water. Albert Szent-Gyorgyi
macro monday = humility
*Working Towards a Better World
“Love is just a word, but you bring it definition.”
Eminem
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The girl - the leading holiday. Kremlin in Izmailovo, in Moscow..The most important and indispensable part of everyday and festive Russian clothes are women's hats. The headdress spoke a lot about the woman he was wearing, he was the "talking" part of the national costume..A headdress could tell a man looking at women from which province she came, what her social status was, an exemplary wealth, but most importantly whether she was married or out of marriage. The headdress on the head of a married woman, especially after the Baptism of Russia, was considered a symbol of feminine nobility and purity, humility and humility in front of her husband and God.
ich bin of von Demut und Glück erfüllt in Museen fotografieren zu können, in denen eine ganz besondere Beziehung zwischen herausragender Kunst, Kuration, Licht und Gebäude entsteht ...
humility and happiness ...
I am filled with humility and happiness to be able to photograph in museums where a very special relationship is created between outstanding art, curation, light and building ...
;-) ...
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THE ANIMAL CRUSADE
One day all the sties and burrows opened
And out came the cave-bear the mammoth the seafaring
cormorant, that poetic diving bird, the white-headed vulture
the rock-goat from the mountains, the sea unicorn
You could see by their snouts that they meant business
You could hear by their flapping wings and their burr
They had thrown off their humility, cast down their yoke
once imposed by Adam’s secretive hero
the one with the garden
They were, to cut a long story short, fed up
And the morals of the shotgun had been cast off
the flayed skin of flight had faded
The viper walked tall and the swine wore polaroid glasses
that lent him pleasant looks. The beavers
gnawed down telegraph poles and so cut off any form of communication
Predictably enough, the lion led the way black black
as black gold and gold-coloured as deep black
It was a magnificent procession, blinding to the eye
At the back the unicorn reported as missing, the dodo the passenger pigeon
as well as various viruses and the elated spermatozoids
So the holy animals
travelled the holy world
And do you know how or why?
Oh no, they just went travelling, they didn’t have a flag!
Sometimes ripped up laws out of sheer happiness
or bled a city dry
Now and then trampled on a Jesus
or struck down a prophet or a princess
They were beginning to get tired
Haste no longer necessary
The one day’s deities left the fire
H.H. ter Balkt
Translation: Willem Groenewegen
whereas ability to repeat catch-phrases, cant terms, familiar propositions, gives the conceit of learning and coats the mind with varnish waterproof to new ideas :-)
John Dewey
HPPT! Protest Injustice! Resist! Vote!
echinacea, coneflower, little theater garden, raleigh, north carolina
Nature does not seek praise for itself, rather it seeks to bring praise to the One who made it. It is humble, it does not seek its own glory. It does not seek after man's empty praise. It knows why it was made. It lives with purpose and one purpose only. Its unwavering mission is to bring glory to its Creator and to point others to Him!
Walking in the woods on a beautiful day I look up and see heart shaped colors on a tree. The light accenting the shape perfectly. I stood there just in awe. Maybe it’s not too late to be forgiven...
We got to get away
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Lost in the Woods
If I'm wandering lost in the woods, but don't know I'm lost, that's ignorance.
If I've seen or been told that I'm lost, but won't admit the possibility, that's denial.
If I know I'm lost, that's clarity.
If I accept the fact that I'm a human capable of getting lost, that's humility.
If I'm willing to experience my confusion and fear, that's courage.
If I know and accept being lost and fearful, and am willing to do something in response, that's clarity and responsibility -- and freedom
"Ginger me,
With pillow talk and pretty things, oh
Ginger me,
By candle light and long walks by the lagoon
Ginger me with intellect and wine
GInger me Boy with kindness and cool
(Yes oh)
Ginger me Slowly
Yes oh
Ginger me Slowly
GInger me
With poetry and roses in the afternoon
GInger me
With trips to Monaco and to the Nile
Ginger me
With power and humility, oh
GInger me boy
Ginger me with your love." - Somi ♫
THE ANIMAL CRUSADE
One day all the sties and burrows opened
And out came the cave-bear the mammoth the seafaring
cormorant, that poetic diving bird, the white-headed vulture
the rock-goat from the mountains, the sea unicorn
You could see by their snouts that they meant business
You could hear by their flapping wings and their burr
They had thrown off their humility, cast down their yoke
once imposed by Adam’s secretive hero
the one with the garden
They were, to cut a long story short, fed up
And the morals of the shotgun had been cast off
the flayed skin of flight had faded
The viper walked tall and the swine wore polaroid glasses
that lent him pleasant looks. The beavers
gnawed down telegraph poles and so cut off any form of communication
Predictably enough, the lion led the way black black
as black gold and gold-coloured as deep black
It was a magnificent procession, blinding to the eye
At the back the unicorn reported as missing, the dodo the passenger pigeon
as well as various viruses and the elated spermatozoids
So the holy animals
travelled the holy world
And do you know how or why?
Oh no, they just went travelling, they didn’t have a flag!
Sometimes ripped up laws out of sheer happiness
or bled a city dry
Now and then trampled on a Jesus
or struck down a prophet or a princess
They were beginning to get tired
Haste no longer necessary
The one day’s deities left the fire
H.H. ter Balkt
Translation: Willem Groenewegen
“—With me, the present is forever, and forever is always shifting, flowing, melting. This second is life. And when it is gone it is dead. But you can't start over with each new second. You have to judge by what is dead. It's like quicksand...hopeless from the start. A story, a picture, can renew sensation a little, but not enough, not enough. Nothing is real except the present, and already, I feel the weight of centuries smothering me. Some girl a hundred years ago once lived as I do. And she is dead. I am the present, but I know I, too, will pass. The high moments, the burning flash, come and are gone, continuous quicksand. And I don't want to die.”
― Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath
Soundtrack : www.youtube.com/watch?v=S4kzGhDEURA
IF TOMORROW NEVER COMES – RONAN KEATING
Live in the present
forgive the past
but do not forget
learn the lessons it gifted to you
move ever forward into the light
of new horizons beckoning
do not look over your shoulder
lest you see the shadows of your former self
clinging to you like dark harbingers of doom
like crows picking at a carcass
stretching out your skin and feasting at an open wound
shed them as a tree in Winter sheds it's leaves
bare yourself to the bone; let your inner core ring true
silhouetted against the sky; stand tall
cast doubts to the four winds and with as many seasons
count your blessings and give thanks for all
you are still here
there is still time to make a difference
it may seem strange to say but what I want
is not to be singled out or highlighted in a hall of dubious fame
but what I wish is to go largely unnoticed beneath the radar
to walk among you with reticence mostly
when I have nothing much to say
and innermost thoughts serve better those around me
or scribe profound messages from time to time
that lift the hearts of those
for whom such words are well-intended
I wish to be small and still and quieter than a mouse
devoted to my art and music and poetry and life itself
in short I wish to clean my house albeit in part metaphorically
possessions of any kind stifle the creativity that lies within me
over-familiarity may breed contempt
or leave us temporarily blind
we come into this life with no expectations
we often leave it with such deep regrets
I want to leave it better than I found it
having enriched the earth and nature and people that I met
of course I am flawed by all the human frailties
that are common to us all
and so I set myself up to fail again and again and again and fall
but surely it is worth the risk of failure
if I can grow with each experience and overcome the pain
for in doing what is always easy
nothing can ever be changed or learned or gained
it is in doing the seemingly impossible
leaving nothing out; no stone unturned
and living life as fully as we can however much remains.
I wish you all a very Happy and Healthy New Year.
May all your wishes be fulfilled.
“So tell that someone that you love
Just what you're thinking of
If tomorrow never comes.”
- Ronan Keating, If Tomorrow Never Comes
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The grand nor'easter hit Thursday evening, continued through till Saturday morning ..... by Friday 6 am we had no electric or water .....no plowed roads as I headed to work as nurses do not get snow days... ( at least at work I had heat and water) after 108 hours our electric was restored...... we have 14 inches of snow remaining with 12-18 expected on Wednesday ! I am thankful for friends, where we showered, to the road crews and electric company.....I feel for those still without power...... In chaos humility is revealed , as is the true character of ones self.....
During a twelve hour process, this cactus flower blooms and begins dieing at the arrival of moring daylight. So much BEAUTY is shown by a whole life cycle in half a day. With each of our lives lasting longer than that, WHAT do we each have to show as our life's achievements, many or few? How should or will we each be remembered, if at all?
EXPLORE 2008 # 186 on Tuesday, 09-09; # 234, 331, 355 on 09-07; # 208, # 348 on 09-08
THE ANIMAL CRUSADE
One day all the sties and burrows opened
And out came the cave-bear the mammoth the seafaring
cormorant, that poetic diving bird, the white-headed vulture
the rock-goat from the mountains, the sea unicorn
You could see by their snouts that they meant business
You could hear by their flapping wings and their burr
They had thrown off their humility, cast down their yoke
once imposed by Adam’s secretive hero
the one with the garden
They were, to cut a long story short, fed up
And the morals of the shotgun had been cast off
the flayed skin of flight had faded
The viper walked tall and the swine wore polaroid glasses
that lent him pleasant looks. The beavers
gnawed down telegraph poles and so cut off any form of communication
Predictably enough, the lion led the way black black
as black gold and gold-coloured as deep black
It was a magnificent procession, blinding to the eye
At the back the unicorn reported as missing, the dodo the passenger pigeon
as well as various viruses and the elated spermatozoids
So the holy animals
travelled the holy world
And do you know how or why?
Oh no, they just went travelling, they didn’t have a flag!
Sometimes ripped up laws out of sheer happiness
or bled a city dry
Now and then trampled on a Jesus
or struck down a prophet or a princess
They were beginning to get tired
Haste no longer necessary
The one day’s deities left the fire
H.H. ter Balkt
Translation: Willem Groenewegen