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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.....
Paper, Ink 2021
Illustration to poetry of Natalya Hrebionka devoted to Japan.
Shadow of humility
A path in the dark.
I don't know where they lead
Reflections.
Striving for heights,
I lose earthly comfort.
Shadow of humility.
Fates are fickle,
Fate is mysterious.
The world inhaled deeply
A faded leaf.
© Natalya Hrebionka 2021
Тень смирения
Тропа в темноте.
Не знаю, куда ведут
Размышления.
Стремясь к высоте,
Теряю земной уют.
Тень смирения.
Переменчивы судьбы,
Загадочен рок.
Мир вдохнул полной грудью
Поблекший листок.
© Natalya Hrebionka 2021
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
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
Do you wish to rise? Begin by descending. You plan a tower that will pierce the clouds? Lay first the foundation of humility. Saint Augustine
*happy bokeh wednesday*
“Yesterday, Day of Recollection, realized again above all my need for profound and total humility—especially in relation to any work I may do for peace. Humility is more important than zeal. Descent into nothingness and dependence on God. Otherwise I am just fighting the world with its own weapons, and there the world is unbeatable. Indeed, it does not even have to fight back: I will exhaust my self and that will be the end of my stupid efforts. To seek strength in God, especially in the Passion of Christ.”
“On the night watch, hurrying by, I pushed open the door of the novice’s scriptorium and flashed the light over all the empty desks. It was as if the empty room were wholly full of their hearts and their love, as if their goodness had made the place wholly good and rich with love. The loveliness of humanity, which God has taken to Himself in love, and the wonder of each individual person among them. This is of final and eternal significance. To have been appointed by God to be their Father, to have received them from God as my children, to have loved them and been loved by them with such simplicity and sincerity, without nonsense or flattery or sentimentality: this is completely wonderful and is a revelation...”
- Thomas Merton, The Intimate Merton (December 11,1961)
...Please, hold me close and whisper that you love me
And promise that your dreams are only of me
When you are near, everything's clear
Earth is a beautiful heaven
Always I hope that we follow the star
And be forever floating above
I know a falling star can't fall forever
But let's never stop falling in love....
''..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~-
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- James M. Barrie.
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When I initially planned our short spring trip to the Death Valley National Park, I only budgeted a quick visit to the Devil’s golf course location. We were there just before the golden hour officially started, and I thought it would be an excellent place for my medium-format camera. I had too much fun using my Bronica SQ-A and didn’t notice that the sun was going behind the mountains well before sunset. When I realized my mistake, it was too late to get to our planned location, and I decided to stay on. I put away my Bronica and started prepping for the evening. One of my proudest shots from this shoot was this Wide closeup of the salt crystals as the sun went behind the mountain. Stopped down to f14, the 24-120 produced a decent sunstar while maintaining perfect exposure to the salt crystals in the foreground. The stunning golden highlights on the salt crystals were my favorite about this image.
“The laws of the Spirit are laws of humility and love. The spirit speaks to us from a deep inner sanctuary of the soul which is inaccessible to the flesh. For the “flesh” is our external self, our false self (we obey the “flesh” when we follow the norms of prejudice, complacency, bigotry, group-pride, superstition, ambition, or greed). The “spirit” is our real self, our inmost being united to God in Christ. In this hidden sanctuary of our being the voice of our conscience is at the same time our own inner voice and the voice of the Holy Spirit. For when one becomes “spirit” in Christ, he is no longer himself alone. It is not he who lives, but Christ lives in him, and the Holy Spirit guides and rules his life. Christian virtue is rooted in this inner unity in which our own self is one with Christ in the Spirit, our thoughts are able to be those of Christ and our desires to be his desires.”
-Thomas Merton
Natures beauty is overwhelming to say the least. She doesn't ask for money or recognition or likes on Instagram she just puts it out there! To all my friends on Flickr, those that have been here for years and those that are just now viewing my work I thank you. I love to share the beauty that surrounds our lives everyday with the hope that it brings you joy. If I seem inconsistent its only because I stay so busy its hard to find time for all. I try to view everyones work but don't always comment only because of limited schedule. I truly love all the pics and dedication that everyone puts into their work. Keep up the good work my friends!!!
Don't miss the L Y - The last couple of years have been very challenging for all of us indeed. Pandemic, Politics, and Polarizing social media. The wolf in sheeps clothing knows that he must divide in order to conquer. Strong family ties and long friendship binds will be tested..Humanity, humility, hold on to Family, hold on to friends. Love, compassion, understanding, and acceptance is not always easy, but hatred is.
Dawn. The Hour of Lauds...There is in all visible things an invisible fecundity, a dimmed light, a meek namelessness, a hidden wholeness. This mysterious Unity and Integrity is Wisdom, the Mother of all, Natura naturans. There is in all things an inexhaustible sweetness and purity, a silence that is a fount of action and joy. It rises up in wordless gentleness and flows out to me from the unseen roots of all created being, welcoming me tenderly, saluting me with indescribable humility. This is at once my own being, my own nature, and the Gift of my Creator’s Thought and Art within me, speaking as Hagia Sophia, speaking as my sister, Wisdom.
-Thomas Merton. Emblems of a Season of Fury. New York: New Directions, 1963.
“Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once more, Or close the wall up with our English dead! In peace there’s nothing so becomes a man As modest stillness and humility; But when the blast of war blows in our ears, Then imitate the action of the tiger: Stiffen the sinews, summon up the blood.”
Humility, Restraint, Simplicity,
Worn, Weathered, Imperfect,
Softened and transcended by tea to a simpler philosophy :-)
To be the servant of the world does not mean being a slavish imitator of the world. Quite the contrary: it is to be so free from the world’s definitions that you’re free to offer God’s love quite independently of your own security or success...
...To be ‘blessed’ is simply to be where God would have you be: if you are aware that there is a place where God would have you be, then your state of mind, your achievement in occupying that place, the effects of your labours, all become irrelevant. ‘Rejoice, and be exceeding glad’ (Matthew 5.12, KJV): you are where God is, in the place of poverty, humility, peacemaking, suffering and longing for justice, and what matters is to be there faithfully.
--Rowan Williams, Luminaries: Twenty Lives the Illuminate the Christian Way: Michael Ramsey 1904–88 True humanism
"When we see that humility is something infinitely deeper than contrition, and accept it as our participation in the life of Jesus, we shall begin to learn that humility is our true nobility, and that to prove it in being servants of all is the highest fulfillment of our destiny."
~ Andrew Murray
“Humility consists in being precisely the person you actually are before God...humility brings with it a deep refinement of spirit, a peacefulness, a tact, and a common sense without which there is no sane morality. How do you expect to arrive at the end of your own journey if you take the road to another man’s city? Heroic humility is to be yourself and to be nobody but the man, or the artist, that God intended you to be.”
-Thomas Merton from New Seeds of Contemplation
Bared my soul
Striped it clean
Raw emotions
Suppressed, beneath life, deep where no one sees
Now there is nowhere to go
Nowhere to hide
Tears rolling like a river free
Every sadness
Every hurt
Every broken heart
Every let down
Till there are no tears left and I lay there in silence
And once again I get up like a ghost rising up from its shell
With a calmness
Knowing I have lived
I have loved
I have felt great pain and sadness
I have no idea what lays ahead
Only that I will walk it alone
May I do it with grace and humility
With a heart that stays open and forgiving for those that have wronged me
He heals the brokenhearted
And binds up their wounds.
Psl 147:3 Psl 51
Whatever the cause of broken-heartedness
the solution is the same
Casting all your cares upon Him because He cares for you.
Come unto me all ye that labor and are heavy laden, and I will give you rest. Take my yoke upon you and learn of me, for I am meek and lowly in heart and ye shall find rest even unto your souls. For my yoke is easy and my burden is light.
Matthew 11:28-30
Who takes ownership of the nations sin calling it their own and pleading to the LORD in humility, we should be brokenhearted over all the innocent bloodshed, over sexual perversion, these two sins defile the land. The sword(war) avenges innocent blood, but God delights in mercy and justice
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This is the light of the mind, cold and planetary.
The trees of the mind are black. The light is blue.
The grasses unload their griefs at my feet as if I were God,
Prickling my ankles and murmuring of their humility.
Fumy spiritous mists inhabit this place
Separated from my house by a row of headstones.
I simply cannot see where there is to get to.
The moon is no door. It is a face in its own right,
White as a knuckle and terribly upset.
It drags the sea after it like a dark crime; it is quiet
With the O-gape of complete despair. I live here.
Twice on Sunday, the bells startle the sky –
Eight great tongues affirming the Resurrection.
At the end, they soberly bong out their names.
The yew tree points up. It has a Gothic shape.
The eyes lift after it and find the moon.
The moon is my mother. She is not sweet like Mary.
Her blue garments unloose small bats and owls.
How I would like to believe in tenderness –
The face of the effigy, gentled by candles,
Bending, on me in particular, its mild eyes.
I have fallen a long way. Clouds are flowering
Blue and mystical over the face of the stars.
Inside the church, the saints will be all blue,
Floating on their delicate feet over cold pews,
Their hands and faces stiff with holiness.
The moon sees nothing of this. She is bald and wild.
And the message of the yew tree is blackness –
blackness and silence.
Sylvia Plath
The shoeshine boy shines…
It's that amazing time of year again when one of my favorite events returns to our universe. Yes, I'm talking about 6º REPUBLIC!
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Balaclava's Shoeshine Stand, Shoeshine Stool, Shoeshiner Signboard, Shoeshine Kit, and Kingslay Lockers!
Thor's Baseball Glove, Baseball Bat, and Baseball Ball, which are all part of the Forever Young Set!
Tentacio's Take Away Sandwich and Take Away Milk, which are both part of the Vintage Party Collection!
Krescendo's Ferme de Bourdons Clock!
Serenity Style's Valentino's Barber Shop Basin!
Insurrektion's Barrel, Bench, and Clock, which are all part of the Not For Girls Bedroom Collection!
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Keep shining so bright out there, my friends!
And if you need a little extra "shine",
do stop by, and I'll see what I can do!