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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
- 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.
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.
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.
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
Humility, Restraint, Simplicity,
Worn, Weathered, Imperfect,
Softened and transcended by tea to a simpler philosophy :-)
when it comes to coloring the horizon and painting thoughts like poems in the sky, this is the place you should have been once
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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!
Filled with incredible decor and inspiring delights, take a journey to the past and the present, and discover something exciting and new!
Skippy envisioned his universe with the help of the following incredible creations, all available at 6º REPUBLIC:
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!
In addition, Skippy created his world with the help of his trusty
"All My Stuff" Luggage Trolley by 8f8!
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!
“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
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When life gets hard, and believe me, it will, don't let pride or hatred take root in your soul. They are heavy weights that will only drag you down. Instead, turn to the simple truths. Be honest with yourself and with others. A kind heart and a clear conscience are a powerful shield. When you feel lost, remember what truly matters. Trust in God, and live a good life, with integrity and humility, and He will always guide your way.
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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
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Get Together- The Youngbloods with Lyrics
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With heartfelt and genuine thanks for your kind visit. Have a wonderful and beautiful day, be well, keep your eyes open, appreciate the beauty surrounding you, enjoy creating, stay safe and laugh often! ❤️❤️❤️
Cette photo parle-t-elle d'humidité ou d'humilité ?
Sommes nous tout petits face au déchainement de la renapée ou face à la grandeur des dieux des hommes ?
La question reste ouverte...
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