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Me. Do people even see the hint of painted toes in this photo? Are people paying attention to my ultra feminine self? 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.
Me. Do people even see the hint of painted toes in this photo? Are people paying attention to my ultra feminine self? Ugh.
.
.
.
#footfetish #transmilf #curvy #cougar #transcougar #footmodel #transmodel #SugarBaby #hijrah #transsexual #genderfluid #nailsonfleek #instanails #transgender #transpride #SoccerMom #wife #bride #wifey #secretary #sissy #sissygirl
Me.
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#footfetish #transmilf #curvy #cougar #transcougar #footmodel #transmodel #SugarBaby #hijrah #transsexual #genderfluid #nailsonfleek #instanails #transgender #transpride #SoccerMom #wife #bride #wifey #secretary #sissy #sissygirl
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.
“What do the Stoics say? Humility is a driving force of Stoicism, because without it our ability to learn, adapt and build relationships is undermined by pride” -- Annie Lawson
From Stoic at Work: Ancient wisdom to make your job a bit less annoying which is “a sharply observed workplace survival guide that spins 49 entertaining modern rules from the wisdom of Roman emperor Marcus Aurelius.” www.worldcat.org/oclc/1397032572
Stoicism is a school of Hellenistic philosophy that flourished in Ancient Greece and Ancient Rome. The Stoics believed that the practice of virtue is enough to achieve eudaimonia: a well-lived life. The Stoics identified the path to achieving it with a life spent practicing the four virtues in everyday life: wisdom, courage, temperance or moderation, and justice, and living in accordance with nature. It was founded in the ancient Agora of Athens by Zeno of Citium around 300 BC. en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Stoicism
CC BY-SA picture of a bust of Zeno of Citium by Paolo Monti via the European Library of Information and Culture on Wikimedia Commons w.wiki/AJ5b
Michelangelo
Black chalk on paper
Michelangelo emphasises St Peter's nakedness and humility as he faces martyrdom. In this preliminary study of the man digging a hole for the upside-down cross, Michelangelo explores alternative positions for the man's arm.
His pose derives from an angel in the Last Judgment, showing Michelangelo's creative reuse of earlier concepts and ideas. The figure was reversed to fit into the final fresco.*
From the exhibition
Michelangelo the last decades
(May – July 2024)
In 1534, Michelangelo left Florence for Rome, never to see his native city again. He was 59, which many contemporaries regarded as old, but for Michelangelo this move marked the beginning of a dramatic new chapter which would fundamentally shape his experiences as an artist and as a man.
This exhibition looked at the last 30 years of Michelangelo's remarkable life, when his return to Rome – having been summoned by Pope Clement VII to paint a fresco of the Last Judgment in the Sistine Chapel – brought him new commissions and reunited him with some of his closest friends.
Having secured his reputation with works including his famous statue of David, Michelangelo was already the most celebrated artist in Europe. But, rather than resting on his laurels, his Christian faith, intellectual engagement and hope for salvation propelled him to produce some of the most striking works of his career. Forceful preparatory drawings for the Last Judgment, which were on show, as well as the monumental Epifania – one of only two surviving cartoons by Michelangelo – demonstrate his renewed energy and desire to challenge himself.
These works were displayed alongside studies for Michelangelo's grand architectural projects as well as drawings, poems and intimate letters that reveal his personal passions and anxieties. Rather than showing an artist in decline, this exhibition showed the astonishing dynamism that Michelangelo brought to his work in the final decades of his life as he explored salvation and confronted his mortality.
[*British Museum]
Taken at the British Museum
Rita Petruziello, CSJ, Executive Director, River’s Edge, A Place for Reflection and Action, A Ministry of the Congregation of St. Joseph, Rocky River, Ohio
Rita Petruziello, CSJ, Executive Director, River’s Edge, worked as the Director of Pastoral Care and Community Outreach at St. Vincent Charity Hospital before responding to a request by her community to be the administrator for River’s Edge. Rita enjoys walking, reading, and gardening.
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I'm reminded that The Lord has called us to in some shape or form to serve others...to be servants of all (I.E. Matthew 23:11, Mark 9:35) and whoever is the least is really the greatest ( I.E. Luke 9:48)
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Jesus was our prime example of being a humble and selfless servant.
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I wonder though how selfless and humble are we willing to be as we strive to be more Christ-like and walk in His footsteps?
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Ultimately our reward will be in heaven so I pray that while we do take care of ourselves as we should, that we don't get so caught up in "self" including our own pursuits that we lose sight of serving others as humble, selfless and willing servants.
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#servant #humility #humble #selfless #faith #hope #truth #wisdom #life #encourage #encouragement #inspire #inspiration #inspirational #bible #scripture #Godsword #heart #mind #soul #strength #christian #Christianity #christfollower #ashepherdsheart (photo of Multnomah Falls at dusk by Randolph Koch)
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.
With gratitude and humility, we acknowledge the new hospital is being built on the traditional territory of Cowichan Tribes.
An acknowledgement wall in the future hospital recognizes the traditional territory of Cowichan Tribes and welcomes people in Hul'qumi'num and other languages to celebrate diversity, equity and inclusion.
For more information: www.islandhealth.ca/newcdh
Note: Artist rendering - details are being finalized during design & construction.
Design by Parkin Architects Western Ltd. and ZGF Architects Inc.
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.
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.
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.
La Iglesia y el Convento de la Recoleta Franciscana forman parte de un templo católico ubicado en la ciudad de Santiago, en la comuna de Recoleta, en la calle homónima N°220, en el sector que antes fue llamado La Chimba, correspondiente a los territorios que se abren tras la rivera norte del río Mapocho, en el extramuro urbano.
Las Recoletas o casas de estricta observancia tienen su origen en la época del Renacimiento, cuando las disputas al interior de la iglesia derivaron en la pérdida de la disciplina monástica por parte de algunos sectores, motivando la formación de estas recoletas, en las que los religiosos debían llevar una rigurosa vida interior en el más estricto recogimiento.
Surgieron en la ciudad de Toledo en el año 1583. Sin embargo, su aparición en Chile no se concretó hasta el 1643, año en el cual comenzó a levantarse la Recoleta Franciscana, bajo la advocación de Nuestra Señora de la Cabeza, en los terrenos ubicados en La Chimba, cedidos por el matrimonio del Maestre de Campo Nicolás García y María Ferreira.
La Recoleta se levantó con relativa independencia de la orden franciscana, pues al ser una casa de recolección, contó con sus propios reglamentos; entre los cuales estaba el uso del hábito color ceniza.
La construcción fue terminada en el año 1645, pero con el terremoto de 1730 la edificación se derrumbó. La nueva versión del templo fue terminada en el año 1811, contando por entonces con cuatro claustros, cada uno con un patio y corredores, que dieron lugar a un conjunto de aspecto sencillo y severo, que se mantuvo durante más de un siglo sin modificaciones significativas.
Durante la época de la Independencia, las instalaciones del convento debieron albergar al Ejército de Los Andes, a causa de la ausencia de recintos adecuados para estos fines. Por esta razón, los recoletos no pudieron volver a sus dependencias hasta el año 1820. No obstante, un año después debieron abandonarlas nuevamente para acoger en el lugar a las monjas Clarisas de la Victoria, quienes habían perdido su propiedad en la Plaza de Armas luego de que fuera vendida por el gobierno para financiar la guerra contra las Montoneras de Benavides que aún asolaban el sur del país. Los padres recoletos franciscanos fueron acogidos por la Recoleta Domínica, y sólo en el año 1837 pudieron regresar a su convento.
En 1843 el Padre Vicente Crespo inició la reconstrucción de la iglesia a tres naves que persiste hasta la actualidad, cuya obra fue dirigida por Antonio Vidal. Además, se dice que en 1848 Fermín Vivaceta también participó en la edificación, en la modificación de las columnas interiores, el diseño de un nuevo frontis y la construcción de la torre.
En este contexto adquiere relevancia la figura de Fray Andresito, pues es él quien, recolectando limosnas, consigue el grueso de los fondos para construir la iglesia. Debido a su humildad y sencillez, Fray Andresito se convirtió en un ícono popular de gran devoción, y actualmente es el eje articulador de la labor social de la Recoleta Franciscana.
La construcción fue edificada en estilo neoclásico con elementos toscanos. El frente está dividido en tres partes que corresponden a las tres naves interiores, cada una de ellas con una puerta remata en arcos de medio punto con las dovelas a la vista, la principal de mayor envergadura. La decoración está acompañada por pilastras en pedestal de estilo jónico. Remata en un frontón triangular decorado en su parte central con motivos vegetales y simbología religiosa. Además, el frontis está coronado por un friso moldurado con remates en ambos lados de volutas eólicas y pedestales sosteniendo copas decorativas.
La torre tiene una conformación octogonal de estilo oriental y está recubierta de madera. Está dividida en cuatro partes: la parte inferior con una ventana rematada en arco de medio punto; la siguiente con relojes y ventanas con postigos de madera. Remata en una moldura que sostiene la siguiente parte, una cúpula octogonal, siendo la parte final de la torre una linterna también octogonal.
En su interior está organizada una planta basilical de tres naves, la principal con mayor altura y rematada en una bóveda de cañón rebajada. Las laterales se encuentran adinteladas. La separación de las naves la realizan columnas de estilo corintio, hechas de madera recubierta en yeso, que soportan arcos de medio punto y la bóveda. Las naves laterales también poseen separaciones a través de arcos de medio punto. Los muros laterales de ladrillo tienen ventanas abocinadas frente a cada arco divisorio, bajo los cuales se encuentran los altares devocionales.
En el año 1905 los recoletos pasaron a depender completamente de la orden franciscana. En la actualidad, la iglesia realiza una importante labor comunitaria, al proporcionar alimento a personas en situación de calle en sus comedores.
La Iglesia y el Convento de la Recoleta Franciscana fueron declarados Monumento Histórico el 24 de julio de 1973.
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The Franciscan Recollect Church and Convent are part of a Catholic church located in the city of Santiago, in the Recoleta district, on 220 Street of the same name, in the area formerly known as La Chimba, corresponding to the territories beyond the northern bank of the Mapocho River, outside the city walls.
The Recollects, or houses of strict observance, originated in the Renaissance, when disputes within the church led to the loss of monastic discipline by some sectors, leading to the formation of these recollects, in which the religious were required to lead a rigorous interior life in the strictest seclusion.
They emerged in the city of Toledo in 1583. However, their appearance in Chile did not materialize until 1643, the year in which the Franciscan Recollect began to be built, dedicated to Our Lady of the Head, on land located in La Chimba, donated by the couple of Field Master Nicolás García and María Ferreira.
The Recollect was built relatively independently of the Franciscan order, as a house of recollection, it had its own regulations, among which was the use of the ash-colored habit.
The construction was completed in 1645, but the 1730 earthquake caused the building to collapse. The new version of the temple was completed in 1811, and by then had four cloisters, each with a patio and corridors, resulting in a complex of simple and severe appearance that remained unchanged for over a century.
During the Independence period, the convent's facilities had to house the Army of the Andes due to the lack of adequate facilities for this purpose. For this reason, the Recollects were not able to return to their premises until 1820. However, a year later they had to abandon them again to accommodate the Poor Clares of La Victoria nuns, who had lost their property on the Plaza de Armas after it was sold by the government to finance the war against Benavides's Montoneras, who were still ravaging the south of the country. The Franciscan Recollect Fathers were welcomed by the Dominican Recollect, and were only able to return to their convent in 1837.
In 1843, Father Vicente Crespo began the reconstruction of the three-aisled church, which remains to this day. The project was directed by Antonio Vidal. Furthermore, it is said that in 1848, Fermín Vivaceta also participated in the construction, modifying the interior columns, designing a new facade, and constructing the tower.
In this context, the figure of Fray Andresito takes on relevance, as he, through alms collection, raised the bulk of the funds to build the church. Due to his humility and simplicity, Fray Andresito became a popular icon of great devotion and is currently the focal point of the Franciscan Recollect's social work.
The building was constructed in a neoclassical style with Tuscan elements. The facade is divided into three parts, corresponding to the three interior naves, each with a doorway topped by semicircular arches with exposed voussoirs, the main one being the largest. The decoration is accompanied by Ionic-style pedestal pilasters. It culminates in a triangular pediment decorated in its center with plant motifs and religious symbols. The pediment is also crowned by a molded frieze with Aeolian scrollwork on both sides and pedestals holding decorative cups.
The tower has an octagonal shape in the Eastern style and is covered in wood. It is divided into four parts: the lower part with a window topped with a semicircular arch; the next with clocks and windows with wooden shutters. It ends with a molding that supports the next part, an octagonal dome, and the final part of the tower is also an octagonal lantern.
The interior is organized as a basilica with three naves, the main one being the highest and topped with a lowered barrel vault. The side naves have lintels. The naves are separated by Corinthian-style columns, made of wood covered in plaster, which support semicircular arches and the vault. The side naves are also separated by semicircular arches. The brick side walls have splayed windows opposite each dividing arch, beneath which are the devotional altars.
In 1905, the Recollects became completely dependent on the Franciscan order. Today, the church carries out important community service, providing food to homeless people in its soup kitchens.
The Franciscan Recollect Church and Convent were declared a Historic Monument on July 24, 1973.
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SAN LUIS POTOSI, MEXICO - MARCH 25: With the participation of more than 30 groups called brotherhoods, was held the traditional "Procession of Silence", this Holy Friday, as has been held since 1954, representing the Passion and Death Christ in a very similar way to Easter in Seville (Spain) on Friday, March 25, 2016, in the city of San Luis Potosi, in the western state of San Luis Potosi, Mexico. "The Procession of Silence" is a tradition full of mysticism and culture that takes place every year every Holy Friday. It is a Via Crucis living in more than a thousand people participate. Cofrades or penitents, who are an essential part of the procession carrying a hood as a symbol of mourning and humility. Upon reaching 60, "The Procession of Silence" was declared as Intangible Cultural Heritage, the only procession in the world that is made only on the night of Friday, representing the Via Crucis complete and the Sorrowful Mysteries Rosary beads. (Photo by Hugo Ortuño)
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Three men enter priesthood in Phoenix
By Ambria Hammel | June 6, 2009 | The Catholic Sun
Two weeks before the Year for Priests got underway, Phoenix Catholics had a "Day for Priests," of sorts.
It was a day when several dozen priests throughout the diocese welcomed three more men into their fold. Bishop Thomas J. Olmsted ordained Robert Bolding, Thielo Ramriez and William Schmid to the priesthood June 6 at Ss. Simon and Jude Cathedral.
“Live to the call which you have received with humility, gentleness and patience,” Bishop Thomas J. Olmsted said during his bilingual homily. “These virtues remain the key for priests to practice in their daily ministry in order to do, with a shepherd’s care, the ministry of God.”
The bishop said the young men — as young as in their late 20s — would be consecrated as “true testaments to the Gospel.” Rows of family members and a standing room only crowd packed the cathedral to witness the ordination.
Fr. Don Kline, outgoing director for the diocesan Office of Vocations, called the ordinands worthy of the priesthood and presented them to Bishop Olmsted. The cathedral erupted in sustained applause.
In unison and in response to the bishop, the elect vowed to preach the Gospel and teach the faith; celebrate the mysteries of Christ, especially the Mass; and through endless prayer, ask for God’s mercy on behalf of others.
While standing at the foot of the altar, Bolding, Ramirez and Schmid also vowed to be more united every day to Christ and to consecrate themselves to God for the salvation of all.
“For your part, you will exercise the role of teacher as Jesus did,” the bishop said.
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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.
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"BLESSED ARE THEY WHO SEE BEAUTIFUL THINGS IN HUMBLE PLACES WHERE OTHER PEOPLE SEE NOTHING! "
PRINCIPAL'S MESSAGE :
Dear esteemed Parents & Guardians,
We should not walk upon the earth proudly. We will never tear the earth apart, and we will never reach the mountains in height. Pride makes us artificial and humility makes us real.
We should be humble in our confidence yet courageous in our character. If we are humble nothing will touch us,neither praise nor disgrace, because we know what we are.Humility will open more doors than arrogance ever will.
Pride is concerned with who is right, humility is concerned with what is right. We should not be impressed by; money followers, degrees and titles. We should be impressed by; kindness, integrity ;humility and generosity.
It was pride that changed Angeles into devils ; it is the humility that makes men and women Angeles. The proud man counts his newspaper clippings, the humble man counts his blessings.
There is no respect for others without humility in one's self. The more humble we stay the more God blesses us immeasurably.
Let us always remember that no matter how big our house is ,how recent our car is,or how big our bank account is,our graves will always be the same size. So we must stay humble in life.