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"They flamed unwavering, long into the night.
Not stars washed up on the far beach.
Not lightning bolts persisting on singed retinas.
Not campfires diminishing to coals
as old storytellers lost momentum. No.
Streetlights. Houselights. Car lights. Approaching
till we could see up close how brashly they vied
with the splendid humility of the auroras."
- Douglas Skrief.
Thanks Patricia (Meyer) for your comment of how "this fellow has a wonderful way of painting emotions with words" and for the inspiration to go out into a rainy evening in my neighborhood.
“....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!!
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
From shadow to light in the heart of the Amethyst - Auvergne - France - Europe
Le nom de cette pierre semi-précieuse est d’origine grecque. Methystos signifie l’ivresse, le préfixe -a indique la privation. Améthyste fait donc référence à la sobriété. Mais pourquoi le nom de ce minéral est-il lié à l’absence d’ivresse ?
Dans la mythologie grecque, Amethystos est le nom d’une nymphe. Dionysos, dieu du vin et de l’ivresse la désirait mais celle-ci souhaitait rester chaste et refusa ses avances. La déesse Artémis transforma alors Amethystos en cristal dur et froid, la protégeant ainsi des mauvaises intentions de Dionysos. Fou de colère, Dionysos renversa son verre de vin sur ce cristal. Celui-ci prit alors une couleur d’un violet intense.
Les Grecs et les Romains connaissaient bien cette histoire mythologique. C’est pourquoi pour prévenir l’ivresse, ils buvaient dans des coupes en améthyste. Durant l’Antiquité chez les Égyptiens, cette pierre servait également pour faire tomber la pluie en cas de sécheresse. Symbole d’abondance et de chance, l’Améthyste était signe de bonne fortune si elle apparaissait en rêves pour le peuple Hébreu.
Pour les Chrétiens, l’Améthyste devient symbole de pureté et d’humilité lorsque Joseph offre une bague sertie d’une Améthyste à Marie. Cette pierre symbolise également l’amour. Saint Valentin, prêtre à l’origine de la fête des amoureux, portait une Améthyste autour du cou. Autre signification pour les Chrétiens, celle de la fidélité. En effet, les Évêques du Vatican portent un anneau orné d’une Améthyste. Ce bijou symbolise leur dévouement à L’Église, et les symboliques liées à l’Améthyste renforcent cette union.
Au temps de la Renaissance italienne, Léonard de Vinci utilisait l’Améthyste pour dissiper ses pensées négatives. Cette pierre lui permettait également de booster son intelligence novatrice. Il vente d’ailleurs l’utilisation de cette pierre dans un de ses carnets.
Autrefois, les principaux gisements de l’Améthyste se situaient en Inde. Aujourd’hui, on trouve des gisements d’Améthyste partout dans le monde. Les plus importants sont au Brésil et en Uruguay. Mais des gisements existent également en France, en Auvergne par exemple.
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The name of this semi-precious stone is of Greek origin. Methystos means drunkenness, the prefix -a indicates deprivation. Amethyst therefore refers to sobriety. But why is the name of this mineral linked to freedom from drunkenness?
In Greek mythology, Amethystos is the name of a nymph. Dionysus, god of wine and drunkenness wanted her, but she wanted to remain chaste and refused her advances. The goddess Artemis then transformed Amethystos into hard and cold crystal, thus protecting her from Dionysus' evil intentions. Mad with anger, Dionysus spilled his glass of wine on this crystal. This then took on an intense purple color.
The Greeks and Romans were familiar with this mythological story. Therefore, to prevent drunkenness, they drank from amethyst cups. During ancient times among the Egyptians, this stone was also used to make rain fall during drought. A symbol of abundance and luck, the Amethyst was a sign of good fortune if it appeared in dreams to the Hebrew people.
For Christians, the Amethyst becomes a symbol of purity and humility when Joseph offers a ring set with an Amethyst to Mary. This stone also symbolizes love. Saint Valentine, the priest behind the feast of lovers, wore an Amethyst around his neck. Another meaning for Christians is that of fidelity. In fact, the Bishops of the Vatican wear a ring adorned with an Amethyst. This jewel symbolizes their dedication to The Church, and the symbols related to Amethyst reinforce this union.
During the Italian Renaissance, Leonardo da Vinci used Amethyst to dispel his negative thoughts. This stone also allowed him to boost his innovative intelligence. He also sells the use of this stone in one of his notebooks.
In the past, the main deposits of Amethyst were in India. Today, Amethyst deposits are found all over the world. The most important are in Brazil and Uruguay. But deposits also exist in France, in Auvergne for example.
*Working Towards a Better World
“Love is just a word, but you bring it definition.”
Eminem
Thank you for your kind visit. Have a wonderful and beautiful day! ❤️ ❤️ ❤️
Water is life's mater and matrix, mother and medium. There is no life without water. Albert Szent-Gyorgyi
macro monday = humility
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...
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
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
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.
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:))
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!
Grande caos,
Duality:
Can set you free,
Olhar o que é mortal
E entender as coisas
Fudidas da vida
Liberty, stupidity:
Risadas sobre a ignorância
Incluso Eu e a minha.
Que não sei nada de Taoism,
Buddhism,
Confucious,
I don’t know anything Ism. Islamism,
O desaparecimento das abelhas
A ciência sua,
Minha.
Machism.
E os beijas flores me visitam
Com sol e chuva,
As vezes fazem chuvas,
As vezes fazem guerra,
Cinco mil anos de cultura
E filosofia,
Eram os Deuses astronautas?
Judaism, 5 thousand years.
Immortality,
Humility,
Tudo Zen,
Harmony,
Quando eu nascer de novo
Será que serei ovelha ou leão?
Sei não,
E assim vou
Vivendo minha vida nômade
Procurando me encontrar,
Em qualquer lugar
Que o sol brilhe.
Afinal ele brilha pra todos.
Max Noronha
Buckeye.
12/16/2020
C
“—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 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
eactivity fading away
Fewer kinks larger tolerance
Enhanced awareness
Panoramic view
More compassion
Fewer desires
Acceptance of limitations
Acquired Humility
More Unhurried
A completeness which unfolds
As the “you ” slows down
In the heat of conflict
You taste the awareness of the moment
And let go of the memory
An awareness of the mind speeding
everything passes away
Finally a need for order
Details which seemed mundane
While speeding
Unhurried sense of order…
In between flight of thoughts ,
Constant attack of attraction and aversion
Silence comes to you…
Когда готовилась природа
Встречать сырую осень года,
Вдруг во дворе расцвёл один
Пурпурно-красный георгин.
Стоит исполненный смиренья
И смотрит, полон удивленья,
Вокруг на опустевший сад
И на неспешный листопад.
Гость незадачливый томится.
Ему всё время лето снится.
Полузасыпанный листвой,
Качает буйной головой....
.................................................
When nature was preparing
To meet the rainy autumn of this year,
suddenly one bloomed in the yard
Purple-red dahlia.
He stands filled with humility
And he looks, full of surprise,
Look back at the deserted garden
And the slow falling of the leaves.
The unlucky guest is languishing.
He dreams of summer all the time.
Half covered with foliage,
He shakes his boisterous head..
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 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.....
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».
Hercollies! Hero of song and story
Hercollies! Winner of ancient glory
Fighting for the right
Fighting with his might
With the strength of ten
Ordinary men-!
"Okay, Clancy, we get the idea."
-Hercollies! People are safe when near him
Hercollies! Only the evil fear him
Softness in his eyes
Iron in his thighs-!
"You know, for a dog, you've got a good
singing voice."
-Virtue in his heart
Fire in every part
Of the Mighty Hercollies!
"Your humility could use a little work, however."
Quiet, Newton.
________________________________________________
Saturday Morning Post, July 16 2016
204. Clancy, 3yrs 35wks
Prescott-Russell Trail, Ottawa, ON
MONOCHROME Clancy: www.flickr.com/photos/130722340@N04/albums/72157655760302498
Siempre agradecido, desde que le cambié su cama grande por una más acorde con el escaso espacio de mi dormitorio, la aceptó y la disfrutó tan feliz, como él era.
A mi amigo nunca hubo que explicarle nada para que todo lo comprendiera....
Always grateful, ever since I changed his large bed for one more in keeping with the limited space in my bedroom, he accepted it and enjoyed it as happily as he was.
You never had to explain anything to my friend for him to understand everything ....
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
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
Daisy, Buttercups & Maple
Just like a daisy so innocent and pure,
Laced with a sweet smile quite demure,
Childishness of a buttercup glistens clearly,
Also its humility she holds dearly,
Tolerable as the maple shifts,
Towards unity and peace she drifts,
Daisy, buttercup and Maple leaves,
Wearing her heart on her sleeves,
Perhaps he will catch her today,
Until then to the wind she will sway...
- A Poem by Me :)
P.S. Thanks 8f8 & DaD for creating beautiful flowers. <3 8f8's Daisies make beautiful shadows. The poem was formed thanks to the Daisies, buttercups and little maple hints in the photo.