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In September 2013, I was given the opportunity to shoot for a non-profit organisation called e.motion21. This is an organisation that provide an Australia-first, innovative dance and fitness program designed specifically for children and young adults with Down Syndrome.
This is a series of their rehearsal leading up to a dance event called Musicool. It was an eye opening experience having to shoot this event as I had never shot a subject matter relating to Down Syndrome prior to this. The most essential thing that I realised was that these kids and young adults are no different from what society deems as 'normal'. Everyone experiences struggles and it is the passion that keeps us going. For them, the unity through dance is the core of their passion and joy.
For the theme of humility, I chose a very humble flower - the daisy. And despite its humble reputation, it turned out to be really quite interesting and lovely. Well done humble little daisy!
I met Pablo late 80 s in Mumbai while I was working for Mudra Communications Court House Dhobi Talao ,, and one person who loved him abundantly and respected his craftsmanship was late Mr A G Krishnamurthy ,, and he wanted Pablo to shoot both the summer and winter campaigns of Only Vimal I was coordinating the campaign as fashion stylist and the impeccable debonair Mr Kabir Bedi Sandokan was the model .
But Pablo could not do the campaign as he was called by late Mr Rajiv Gandhi after the immediate assassination of Mrs Indira Gandhi..for some political assignments .. it was indeed Vimals and Mudras loss .
The campaign was shot by Mr Suresh Sheth ,,,at various locales including the Taj Mahal Agra ..
But I was lucky to have been part of a few campaigns he did for Vimals Sweet Memories sarees ..with various models including Sangita Bijlani and Juhi Chawla .
I left Mudra and returned back to my fashion world ,,but I never forgot Pablo and those days I never thought I could ever be a photographer I found photography to be too complicated .. but I would observe Pablo at work and we called him the natural master of Light ,, he shot without too many props ,,but he was a task master and those days are embedded in my mind ... as part of my poetry of life ,,
We again met on Facebook.. and I visited both his exhibitions in Mumbai..
This is my humble tribute to him.. a great beautiful human being ...with no airs unlike the celebrity photographers you meet today..and I did not learn photography from Pablo ,, but he gave me a gift and that is the first step to taking pictures ,,yes it is Humility ...
Thank you Pablo..
"I long to accomplish great and noble tasks, but it is my chief duty to accomplish humble tasks as though they were great and noble." - Helen Keller
Title: Taking out the garbage:
a short play about two garbage collectors to be read aloud by two people:
Jo:
I'm tired of this job.
Alex:
What's the problem?
Jo
It used to be fun driving the truck.
Now I just don't want to do it.
Alex
Well, it's nice to be outside all day...
Jo
Yeah, when it's not hot, or cold, or raining....and I have to get up so early!
And worst of all, people say, “Oh, you're a garbage collector,” like I'm garbage myself.
I've had it.
Alex
I think our job is one of the most important in the city.
Jo
Are you crazy? Important?
Alex
Sure! Imagine if no one took away the garbage? The city would smell terrible and shut down. It happened once when a storm closed the roads. Sure, it may not be fun work, but it's really important. Other people take care of other things we need; I take care of this. It's my city, and I help keep it clean. You do, too.
Jo
(thinking, then smiling):
What has four wheels and flies?
Alex
Our city-cleaning garbage truck!
Part of the 16 Guidelines poster project
updated version v1a
Created with fd's Flickr Toys.
The person who took the base image is Andrew Mason, and you can see the original here.
“Whoever exalts himself will be humbled; but whoever humbles himself will be exalted.” From Matthew 23:1-12
MEDITATION
“…Humility frees us to Love and Serve others willingly and selflessly, for their own sake, rather than for our own.
“…Do you want to be a servant as Jesus Loved and Served others? The Lord Jesus gives us HIS heart - the heart of a servant who seeks the good of others and puts their interests first in HIS care and concern for them.”
PRAYER
"Lord Jesus, YOU became a servant for my sake to set me free from the tyranny of selfish pride and self-concern. Teach me to be Humble as YOU are Humble and to Love others generously with selfless Service and Kindness."
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Extreme humility supplication made by Holy Prophet (saw) at Arafat.
"O my Allah, You accept pleadings of human beings in anguish. You are well aware of my status and You know my secret. And there is nothing hidden from you.
I am merely a beggar crushed by calamities.
I have come to seek Thy help.
I am asking for refuge in your Protection. And am trebling with fear. Like a helpless beggar (Faqeer) I beg of you.
Like a sinner in humility and shame I supplicate. Like a broken man who is scared I spread my hands before you, whos neck is bent before you in submission and whos tears are flowing before you in hope. My body is bent in absolute submission before you in expression of my insignificance.
O my Allah, O the Mighty accepter of prayers, O the Best Giver I plead with Thee not to disappoint me in my prayer. Please treat me with kindness and have Mercy on me."
Humility, de Wim Mertens.
Cerca de mi casa se encuentra un viejo edificio abandonado que fue un antiguo molino de harina. De hecho, la calle donde está se llama Del Molino.
La ventana, en sí, no tiene ningún atractivo especial; es el enorme orificio que hay en una de las hojas de las puertas de madera que la cierran el que siempre me ha llamado la atención: el hecho de no saber para qué servía y el misterio que supone una abertura que da paso a algo que se desconoce son motivos más que suficientes.
A veces no hace falta un espejo para sentirse reflejada...
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From Wikipedia The Story of Humility as the Essence of Humanity ...
In the Mahabharatha,[2] Ekalavya is introduced as a young prince of the Nishada tribes. Ekalavya was born to Devashrava (brother of Vasudeva, who was father of Krishna) and was raised by Hiranyadhanus, the leader (King) of the Nishadhas, who was a commander in the army of Jarasandha (the king of Magadha).[3]
Eklavya was a small bright boy who lived near the ashrama of Drona, where Pandavas and Kauravas used to take lessons in various arts. He had great desire to learn the art of archery from Dronacharya. But his mother had told him that Drona would not accept Eklavya as his disciple because of his lower caste. It was futile to dream of such a privilege. But the boy was not be put off, his determination knew no bounds. he ask Guru Drona but but got refused.
Ekalavya goes off into the forest where he fashions a clay statue of Drona. Worshipping the statue as his preceptor, he begins a disciplined program of self-study. As a result, Ekalavya becomes an archer of exceptional prowess, greater to even to Drona's best pupil, Arjuna. One day while Ekalavya is practicing, he hears a dog barking. Before the dog can shut up or get out of the way, Ekalavya fires seven arrows in rapid succession to fill the dog's mouth without injuring it. The Pandava princes come upon the "stuffed" dog, and wonder who could have pulled off such a feat of archery. Searching the forest, they find a dark-skinned man dressed all in black, his body well built and his hair were long. It is Ekalavya, who introduces himself to them as a pupil of Drona..
Drona asked for the right thumb of Eklavya as his guru dakshina, or payment for teaching. Drona has been criticized by others over this incident. According to the Mahābhārata, Drona was protecting the fated superiority of Arjuna. All this, however, does leave open the question whether Drona was justified in demanding of Ekalavya a tribute that was neither, strictly speaking, his due nor, even loosely speaking, honestly intended. It also raises the further question that if Arjuna's superiority was truly fated, Ekalavya's mastery would have no consequence for the Pandavas. The Mahābhārata does not answer this question. The story leaves room for interpretation and moral speculation. As a result, a variety of answers have been proposed to the quest
Others have alleged that Ekalavya learned all his skills in archery by secretly observing the training sessions of Dronacharya. When Dronacharaya found out, he visited Ekalavya to verify his suspicions. Although Drona could have demanded an even greater punishment under the laws in effect at that time, he asked only for Ekalavya's right thumb.
Another interpretation construes Drona's demand as symbolic of the hegemonic self-imposition of Aryan mores upon the indigenous population of India, of which Ekalavya stands as a radiant example. He has been lauded by many Indians, including Adivasis, as a paragon of achievement; a person who trained himself to attain heights of accomplishment that the nobles of the Kuru house (see Kuru (kingdom)) could only achieve through formal tutelage.
Later, Ekalavya worked as a confidant of King Jarasandha. At the time of Rukmini's Swayamvara, he acted as the messenger between Shishupala and Rukmini's father Bhishmaka, at Jarasandha's behest.[3] Bhishmaka decides that Rukmini should marry Shishupala, but instead Rukmini elopes with Krishna. Ekalavya is later killed by Krishna during the latter's conflict with Jarasandha's army.[3][4] To be killed by Krishna is a mark, in Krishnaism (as in most forms of Vaishnavism), of exceptional divine favour..
on the soul
of a photographer
archery too is
photography
shooting pictures
silence scream less
soundless screech
but finding
dronacharya
for this lowly poet
was beyond his reach
but inspired
brahmanic
frontiers
of exclusivity
shut doors
he tried to breach
invoking the lotus
feet of his would be
reluctant reserved
godly guru
he did beseech
the guru knows not
it was unlearning
photography
to a poet he did teach
from the soul
of learning
imbibing
the values
to marziya
the peach
the Nikon D80
stuck to her
two and a half year
old cosmic
consciousness
like a leech
so marziya's guru by default is dronacharya as a figure of speech
This CreativeMornings/DC event featured Amy Saidman of SpeakeasyDC on the theme of 'Humility.'
This event was generously supported by Huge, Capital One Digital / Capital One Labs and TrackMaven and was hosted by Smithsonian American Art Museum, Luce Foundation Center on April 23, 2015.
Photos by Lexey Swall
You get to a certain age and it can be humbling to realize you need reading glasses to see correctly... Thank goodness I did not get to all the water photos I was planning for this week before I caught my error...! Glad to not stop at the word between humidity and humility for this shot...
For this week's MacroMondays group theme of "HumiLity" (NOT "humiDity"), but did not submit it to HmM in favor of two other images...
This setup was frustrating in that I found out my daughter had sold our only large dictionary in this weekend's garage sale, and I had to scramble to find another dictionary of sorts...
何事でも自己中心や虚栄からすることなく、へりくだって、互いにひとを自分よりもすぐれたものと思いなさい。
Huwag kayong gagawa ng anumang bagay dahil lamang sa hangad ninyong matanyag, bagkus magpakababa kayo at huwag ipalagay na kayo’y mabuti kaysa iba.
Philippians 2:3
In Humility
Due to fallen humanity’s innate self-centeredness the world does not highly regard humility. Yet the Bible’s God-centered view of humanity and salvation places the utmost importance on humility.
1. To be humble means we will be conscious of our weakness and quick to give credit to God and others for what we accomplish.
2.We must be humble because we are lowly creatures who are sinful apart from Christ and can boast in nothing except in the Lord. We are dependent on God for our worth and fruitfulness and can accomplish nothing of lasting good without God’s help and the help of others.
3.God lives with those who walk humbly. God gives more grace to the humble but opposes the proud. His most zealous children serve the Lord with great humility.
4.As believers we must live in humility toward others, considering them more important than ourselves.
5.The opposite of humility is pride, an exaggerated feeling of self-importance and self-esteem in a person who believes in his or her own merit, superiority and accomplishments. The inevitable tendency of human nature and the world is toward pride, not humility.
Spiritual/physical definition;
Ministree…
Branch of creative self-development where the individual ascends to inner heights of humility serving the spirit needed to guide their own creative skills that inform the function and professional state of their art practice.
The windows in this image are taken from the outside of the Fremantle Prison Chapel. You can see right through to the window on the other side of the Chapel, which is on the second floor of the prison facing westward.
The tree bark image that I have superimposed over this window image is to give the feeling that there is still life flowing through the timber which was used to construct this small Chapel and that with time it will shed the grief and tragedy that creates its past and again will become sacred and respected as it had once been for thousands and thousands of years before.
In the center of the window the bark forms a human figure that speaks of spirit and unfinished and unspoken truths that are hanging around frozen in time and needing to be shaken off with love and comprehension. The warmth of a heart can shake of all frozen traumas. These physical prisons have now been turned into internal life sentences handed down to their unaware ancestors generation after generation.
Added to each image in this album are their inspired stories to this emerging family HISHERTREE.
Each image has a word title that would have been spelt in English with "try" at the end like ancestry, carpentry, or infantry. I have added "tree" to replace the "try" and then taken their dictionary meanings that are only ever describing the outside physical world and married some spiritual elements.
The human beings body lives in the outside world of the physical but their inner self lives in the realm of spirit.
There are literally thousands of visible stars in this image alone, and billions more in this field of view that are to distant to be visible. And you believe that we are on the only one that could potentially harbour life? Well, I may not know which star has the planet that has the life that is looking up at us right now, but I do know that the brightest point in this picture is Deneb, a star in the tail feathers of the swan, Cygnus.
Humility and greatness do not resemble, but are at times the contrary, of modesty and conceit. Michelangelo was often humble, never modest; always aware of his own greatness, and never conceited.
It is a wholesome and necessary thing for us to turn again to the earth and in the contemplation of her beauties to know of wonder and humility.
-----Rachel Carson
The global theme for April 2015 was “Humility” and our speaker at Portland/CreativeMornings was Charlie Brown, CEO and Founder of Context Partners. We were hosted by PNCA and sponsored by Create Legal and 52 Limited, and Razorfish. With thanks to Pro Photo Supply for the photo & video gear.
Photo by Scott Larsen. This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-ShareAlike 4.0 International License.
“Humility is the ability to give up your pride and still retain your dignity.”
Vanna Bonta
Virtual Tour of the Botanical Gardens:
Hosted by The Village Square with guest Kurt Gray, author of "Intellectual Humility in a Polarized World" and facilitated by Christine White, Executive Director of The Village Square.
May 10th, 2022
St. John's Episcopal Church
Tallahassee, FL
To learn more about The Village Square:
(Photos: Bob Howard)
South transept window.
Depicting: Endurance, Humility, Innocence, Love, Principle, Sympathy, Fortitude, Charity, and Justice, as mostly portrayed by scenes from Jesus' life.
The badge of the Vale of Catmose lodge of the Independent Order of Oddfellows is at the bottom.
In memory of Charles Knowleton Morris d.1905, erected by his widow Judith Emily.
Glass by J. Dudley Forsyth. 1906.
Dudley Forsyth worked as a painter for James Powell & Sons and then for Henry Holiday before establishing his own practice in London by about 1900.
This CreativeMornings/DC event featured Amy Saidman of SpeakeasyDC on the theme of 'Humility.'
This event was generously supported by Huge, Capital One Digital / Capital One Labs and TrackMaven and was hosted by Smithsonian American Art Museum, Luce Foundation Center on April 23, 2015.
Photos by Lexey Swall
This column, unlike the one on the left, at the entrance door, is carved with intricate arabesque designs. The one of the left is left blank with no design. This is the architect's way of achieving non-perfections as a show of humility and deference to Allah.
April 13, 2015: Featuring David Ansel, Austin's own Soup Peddler.
Sponsored by Real HQ, Razorfish Studios and Cuvee Coffee .
Hosted at The Lady Bird Johnson Wildflower Center.
Photos by Manny Pandya.
Video Production by Scott Clark.
This is Sandy the Dog. She is deaf. When in life....you think yours sucks...just imagine what others are going through and be grateful.
She makes me go out in public dressed fully as a woman. With makeup, long fingernails, matching toenails, lip fillers, eyelash extensions while wearing dresses that show off my boobs. I should have put up a fight when she forced me to get breast implants but she was blackmailing me. I did not want her to tell my work, parents, siblings or friends. I never knew it would get to the point where I could not hide the fact that I was becoming a woman. There was no way to hide womanly curves, big hips and butt, and these boobs. I have to wear a bra now all the time for support. I cannot hide 4 inch long fingernails painted a hot pink color. She makes sure I wear sandals to show everyone that my toenails are painted. I have assumed the life of a woman completely. I swish around limp-wristed and mince with each girly step I take. How has life come to this. Now men check me out. I sit with my legs crossed at the knee like a girly girl. Ugh.
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Nobody knew I masqueraded as a woman and went to bars to pickup men. My girlfriend caught me walking down the street dressed as a woman. There I stood, in little black dress, in front of a busy restaurant, confronted by my girlfriend. I was humiliated as she pointed out my hot pink pedicure and toe ring visible through the black pantyhose I was wearing with my high heeled sandals. She was freaked out how I had deep cleavage and great legs. Ugh.
soft girl
bimbo
For a blog I am working on.
When I started this journey I never thought I would loose my past so completely.
I became a woman.
It's important to me to put 100% off my energy into claiming the power of the feminine by adhering to the feminine gender. Now, I state plainly, for the record: I am an airhead, no lie, an attractive unintelligent woman who loves clothes and shoes. I am sooooo on board with my women's subordinate status that it's scary. I am compliant and submissive because that is what my job requires. I am perfectly fine standing in the shadow of a man as long as I look cute and can do my nails.
I am a model. It's a thing. Don't judge.
My coworkers and I do what we can to look and feel our best. The girls helped me see I am a soft girl and being a model brought forward my hotness with a polished new hyper feminine identity. I'm a girl. A girly girl. Like, work only requires a plain mani, but my coworkers decided I should really go above and beyond in my femininity with the coffin nails look and I have had at least 1 1/2 inch fingernails since. So swish and perfect for my girly style. I'm such a follower and don't have to make my own style decisions lately. Why think when you're getting waxed and long pink glittery fingernails attached?
When work made me model exclusively strappy heels or wedges because of my soft and girly feet, the girls took that decision and we extended it to my personal life. I won't go anywhere without wearing pantyhose, short dresses or skirts showcasing my toned feminine legs and sky high heels that show off my foot model pedicure with toe rings and ankle bracelets on display. I've got nice feet.
In my work success is partiay determined by maintaining a romantic relationship with a man, and I found my sexuality can be used to maintain the relationship. My work uses sexual objectification of women and I am a willing cog in that machine. I have no choice. I have a contract. I'm just a woman. I use my assets to make a living. I'm just a girl, what difference can I make.
Even while grocery shopping I'm fully made up. Men are nice to a pretty woman. They help me, hold doors open, carry my groceries, and I just bat my eyelashes, bend my leg at the knee and bite my lip. I see them checking out my seamed stockings or staring at my bosom or watch my butt wiggle as I walk heel toe heel toe down the magazine isle in my 5 inch spikes and pink leather mini.
Oh em gee I had to go to home depot one day after work, wearing a sheer diaphanous red dress and strappy Manolo Blahnik's, red lipstick, red nails, silk stockings, dressed to the nines, and every man there wanted to help and I didn't have to do a thing. I sat at the front on a bench with my legs crossed, clicked through my social media, refreshed my lipstick and just looked pretty.
The girls and I are all like that. A fem pack of fashion conscious women in the city. I am a part of it. I fit in. I certainly look the part now.
The girls helped me discover that pinks and their various hues are definitely my color, like, I am totes a fem woman so I should breathe it in. I have pink heels, pink skirts, pink jewelry, pink lipstick, pink nails and pink nose ring. I am a pink girl. Also I am one of the bimbo girls. A high heeled glorfied secretary with sexy legs oozing sexiness with my plump pink lips and low cut dress in the office, walking around in designer pumps looking gorgeous, organizing racks of nylons, smiling at the men coz they can't keep their eyes off me.
After modeling? I will be hawt a buxom beautician doing hair and gossiping with long designer nails in a coral frock with heavy makeup, a pierced nose and tongue, dangly earrings, bangle bracelets, kissable pink lips, deep cleavage in my sundress, shapely legs in sheer nude pantyhose with shocking hot pink toenails showing from my strappy heeled sandals drawing admiring glances from men wherever I go. Me. I'm cool with that. It's why I became a woman. I am living my dream to have transformed from man to basically a painted up Barbie. I get to dress up and play with makeup and shoes.
forced femme force feminization femdom
And sell a little pantyhose in the process.
Nobody knew I masqueraded as a woman and went to bars to pickup men. My girlfriend caught me walking down the street dressed as a woman. There I stood, in little black dress, in front of a busy restaurant, confronted by my girlfriend. I was humiliated as she pointed out my hot pink pedicure and toe ring visible through the black pantyhose I was wearing with my high heeled sandals. She was freaked out how I had deep cleavage and great legs. Ugh.
soft girl
bimbo
When I started this journey I never thought I would loose my past so completely.
It's important to me to put 100% off my energy into claiming the power of the feminine by adhering to the feminine gender. Now, I state plainly: I am an airhead, no lie, an attractive unintelligent woman. I am sooooo on board with my women's subordinate status that it's scary. I am compliant and submissive because that is what my job requires. I am a model. It's a thing. Don't judge.
My coworkers and I do what we can to look and feel our best. The girls helped me see I am a soft girl and being a model brought forward my hotness with a polished new hyper feminine identity. I'm a girl. A girly girl. Like, work only requires a plain mani, but my coworkers decided I should really go for the coffin nails look and I have had at least 1 1/2 inch fingernails since. So swish and perfect for my girly style. I'm such a follower and don't have to make my own style decisions lately. Why think when you've got pink and glittery fingernails?
When work made me model exclusively strappy heels or wedges because of my soft and girly feet, the girls took that decision and we extended it to my personal life so I won't go any where without wearing pantyhose, short dresses or skirts showcasing my toned feminine legs and sky high heels that show off my foot model pedicure with toe rings and ankle bracelets on display.
In my work success is partiay determined by maintaining a romantic relationship with a man, and I found my sexuality can be used to maintain the relationship. My work uses sexual objectification of women and I am a willing cog in that machine. I have no choice. I have a contract. I'm just a woman. I use my assets to make a living. I'm just a girl, what difference can I make.
Even while grocery shopping I'm fully made up. Men are nice to a pretty woman. They help me, hold doors open, carry my groceries, and I just bat my eyelashes, bend my leg at the knee and bite my lip. I see them checking out my legs or staring at my bosom or watch my butt wiggle as I walk heel toe heel toe down the magazine isle in my 5 inch spikes.
Oh em gee I had to go to home depot one day after work, wearing a sheer diaphanous red dress and strappy Manolo Blahnik's, red lipstick, red nails, silk stockings, dressed to the nines, and every man there wanted to help and I didn't have to do a thing. I sat at the front on a bench with my legs crossed, clicked through my social media, refreshed my lipstick and just looked pretty.
The girls and I are all like that. A fem pack of fashion conscious women in the city. I am a part of it. I fit in. I certainly look the part now.
The girls helped me discover that pinks and their various hues are definitely my color, like, I am totes a fem woman so I should breathe it in. I am just one of the bimbo girls.
Transgender bride
Sissy bride
Transsexual wife
Sissy wife
Trans Sissy
Housewife
June cleaver
1950s vintage housewife
House husband
Sissy husband
Black men love my transsexual sissy sexy secretary housewife curvy trans self. My pretty feet and toes turn them on. When I caress them with my long painted fingernails they love it. Indian men from India love me also. Especially when I wear a burka burqa.
By humility and the fear of the Lord are riches, and honour, and life.
Proverbs 22:4 King James Version
“I have been driven many times upon my knees by the overwhelming conviction that I had no where else to go. My own wisdom and that of all about me seemed insufficient for that day.”
― Abraham Lincoln
Humility, Pause, Wake Up - I took this photo last week during an overnight stay in Sauble Beach, Ontario, Canada. My intent at the time was to capture 'something beautiful' that would support a blog post in the future. The silhouetted seagull is perched atop a building called The Trading Post - and I was staying in that Trading Post's loft. I returned home earlier this week, leaving my daughter behind with family friends - and the plan was to pick her up today at my friend's home.
Last night, The Trading Post was destroyed by fire. My daughter and friends are all safe - though everything they had with them has been destroyed. They are still there, collecting their thoughts and awaiting the Fire Marshall and police department's final verdict as to whether or not the building can be accessed and if perhaps SOMETHING of theirs can be retrieved.
I see this photo now differently. I see smoke coming, close but not yet there. And I see myself as the seagull - looking the wrong way, misinterpreting the scene before me and getting lost in the beauty.