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«Das nächste Spiel ist immer das schwerste Spiel!» Diesen schon lange zum geflügelten Wort gewordenen Satz schrieb die deutsche Fussball-Legende Joseph 'Sepp' Herberger als Trainer in einem Rundbrief and die Spieler der Nationalmannschaft 1954.
Auch nach nun mittlerweile doch einer Reihe von Jahren im Patenbereich merke ich immer wieder mit Demut: «Der nächste (unabhängige) Patentanspruch ist immer der schwerste Patentanspruch.»
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"The next game is always the hardest game!" This sentence, which has long since become a proverb, was written by the German soccer legend Joseph 'Sepp' Herberger as a coach in a circular letter to the players of the national team in 1954.
After a quite a number of years in the patent profession, I still continue to realize with a sense of humility: "The next (independent) claim is always the hardest claim."
The pedigree of Honey
Does not concern the bee;
A clover, any time, to him
Is aristocracy.
-- Emily Dickinson
Some people in SL need to have a bit of humility and remember that Second LIfe is just a virtual game, that when you log off the game, your RL life returns to being what it was. Be more humble, have more love in your heart and stop thinking that you are better than the others, because all this is an illusion. Kiss♥
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.”
i love going into my backyard garden after a rain. water drops and lush green are soothing to my spirit. there’s a graceful humility in this chive’s bowed head. a reminder of community and belonging.
CNN
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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This is dedicated to my amazingly strong, courageous and talented friend, Camille Gili, whom I admire enormously. We started a very special friendship this year which I cherish. Camille's work is sensitive, delicate, beautiful and full of feeling. Please visit her awesome works at the following link:
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
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."
"Las personas más bellas con las que me he encontrado son aquellas que han conocido la derrota, conocido el sufrimiento, conocido la lucha, conocido la perdida, y han encontrado su forma de salir de las profundidades. Estas personas tienen una apreciación, una sensibilidad y una comprensión de la vida que los llena de compasión, humildad y una profunda inquietud amorosa. La gente bella no surge de la nada"
Elizabeth Kübler-Ross
"The most beautiful people I have met are those who have known defeat, known suffering, known struggle, known loss, and have found their way out of the depths. These people have an appreciation, a sensitivity and an understanding of life that fills them with compassion, humility, and deep loving concern. Beautiful people don't come out of nowhere."
Elizabeth Kubler-Ross
www.youtube.com/watch?v=kQ-JtAX4LaA
Sia - to be human feat. labrinth
Gracias a todos por vuestras visitas y comentarios.
Thank you all for your visits and comments.
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
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.
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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Dans cette photographie, j’ai voulu saisir un instant d’émerveillement face à l’immensité du ciel.
On y voit ma silhouette, seule, posée sur un relief rocheux et enveloppée d’une lueur rouge venue du sol. Cette lumière terrestre contraste avec l’obscurité profonde de la nuit, illuminée par la Voie lactée qui se déploie au-dessus de moi.
Ce que j’ai voulu montrer, c’est le dialogue entre l’humain et l’univers : ma présence paraît minuscule, presque fragile, face à l’infini des étoiles. Pourtant, cette posture contemplative traduit aussi l’humilité et la paix que l’on peut ressentir lorsqu’on prend le temps de lever les yeux vers le ciel.
À travers cette image, j’ai cherché à capter ce vertige, ce sentiment de grandeur et de mystère que provoque l’infini. C’est un instant suspendu, une rencontre lumineuse entre la Terre et le cosmos...
In this photograph, I wanted to capture a moment of wonder at the immensity of the sky.
It shows my silhouette, alone, resting on a rocky outcrop and enveloped in a red glow from the ground. This earthly light contrasts with the deep darkness of the night, illuminated by the Milky Way unfolding above me.
What I wanted to show was the dialogue between man and the universe: my presence seems tiny, almost fragile, against the infinity of the stars. Yet this contemplative posture also expresses the humility and peace we can feel when we take the time to look up at the sky.
Through this image, I sought to capture the vertigo, the feeling of grandeur and mystery that infinity provokes. It's a suspended moment, a luminous encounter between the Earth and the cosmos...
"When we observe space, we are looking at our own origins, for we are truly the children of the stars..."
~Brian Cox~
📷 Canon EOS Rebel T5i ( 700D )
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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!
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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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
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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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...
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!
my 6th grade teacher taught us a song she composed on the piano with lyrics from the poem in the link www.goodreads.com/topic/show/12052698-be-the-best-of-what... I often hum it when I have had a tough day:))
Vita
la fortuna di esistere
il coraggio di sorridere
la voglia di sperare
la forza di resistere
e l'umiltà di ringraziare
( postato da un amico del Cai )
Dalia, il fiore della gratitudine
In un cortile di Genova
Life
The luck to exist
The courage to smile
The desire to hope
The strength to resist
And the humility to thank...
Dalia, the flower symbol of gratitude
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
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.
“—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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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
On the left, on the edge of the pylon from the side of the central nave, the holy great martyr Prince Mikhail Yaroslavovich of Tver, who was martyred in the Horde. In the left hand of the prince, as a sign of humility, a sword is sheathed, and in the right - a cross. Canonized by the Russian Orthodox Church in 1549 as a member of the faithful. Artist Viktor Mykhailovych Vasnetsov.
On the right, on the edge of the pylon from the side of the central nave, from the side of the southern nave, in princely clothes, the holy great martyr Hleb - son of the Grand Duke of Kyiv Volodymyr Svyatoslavich, prince of Kyivan Rus, representative of the Rurik dynasty, younger brother of Yaroslav the Wise. His eyes are raised to the sky. He illuminates himself with the sign of the cross with his right hand, a cross with his left. One of the first Russian (ancient Ukrainian) saints. Canonized by the Catholic and Orthodox churches together with brother Hleb as a martyr. Artist Viktor Mykhailovych Vasnetsov.
Ліворуч, на грані пілону зі сторони центральної нави, святий великомученик князь Михайло Ярославович Тверський, який прийняв мученицьку кончину в Орді. У лівій руці князя прибраний, на знак смирення, у піхви меч, у правій – хрест. Канонізований Російською православною церквою в 1549 в лику благовірних. Художник Віктор Михайлович Васнєцов.
Праворуч, на грані пілону зі сторони центральної нави, з боку бічної південної нави, у княжому одязі святий великомученик Гліб - син Великого князя Київського Володимира Святославича, князь Київської Русі, представник династії Рюриковичів, молодший брат Ярослава Мудрого. Його очі піднесені до неба. Правою рукою він осяює себе хресним знаменням, у лівій – хрест. Один із перших руських (давньоукраїнських) святих. Канонізований Католицькою і Православною церквами разом з братом Глібом у лику страстотерпця. Художник Віктор Михайлович Васнєцов.
Незабаром після смерті батька в 1015 році Гліб та його старший брат Борис були вбиті, згідно з літописом, своїм старшим братом Святополком. Борис загинув на річці Альті 24 липня, а Гліб 5 вересня біля Смоленська. У результаті чотирирічної війни Святополк був переможений своїм молодшим братом Ярославом Мудрим. Очевидно, при Ярославі і була почата перша спроба канонізації святих братів. Тоді ж почали складатися перші оповідання про їхню загибель.
Життю та мученицькій кончині Бориса і Гліба присвячений ряд давньокиївських пам'яток. Це так звана «Літописна повість» — розповідь про загибель князів, що читається в складі «Повісті временних літ».
"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 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.....