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My heart gets heavy
My soul seems so weak
And my mind starts to race
And I cannot speak
My character’s tarnished
A spirit’s that’s stained
I show no expression
I feel so ashamed
Over and over I make this mistake
Internalize failures day after day
It cuts me down, runs me ‘round but this fact remains
Sometimes Bad Things Happen to Good People
It’s what I must face
I grow resentful as haters pass by
The frustration’s looming and I know just why
My judgment’s all clouded
It used to be clear
I despise my position but I can’t move from here
Over and over I make this mistake
Regret past decisions day after day
That brings me down, keeps me down but this fact remains
Sometimes Bad Things Happen to Good People
That’s what I’ve got to face
Time waits for no one especially not me
And some circumstances can render pain
Well I hate being jealous while they’re all so selfish
As if I had something to gain or if they had someone to shame
Over and over I’ve made this mistake
Squander opportunities that’s what they all say
That brings me down, keeps me down but this fact remains
Sometimes Bad Things Happen to Good People
That’s what we all have to face
Sometimes Bad Things Happen to Good People
Too bad we all have to pay
Hello my amazing Flickr friends !
Today is a pink or purple day at Color my World Daily and the theme at Smile on Saturday is headwear in square. The fact that the picture must be a square is a bonus for me since all my pictures are squares ! In real life I’m a hat addict… Usually I wear a kitty ears hat or kitty ears cap if my day is more casual. I have a large collection of hats and I love them all unconditionally (yes, just like my kids LOL) !! What is awesome about hats, it is the fact that no matter what seize you are they will still fit you. That is why I consider hats to be the most loyal (with handbags, scarfs and shoes) fashion accessory ! Hats aren’t hypocrites like pants for instance. A hat will never pretend to fit you and then ending up too small ! I have hats from 15 years ago, fitting me like a glove. I can’t say that about pants … sorry pants but I like hats better !
As for my picture, I used Mr. Egg as model for one of his favorite hats. It was truly a longue time since we had an egg on this Photostream. I hope you will like it.
Today we have a family gathering in order to celebrate my Dad’s birthday and Polish Mothers Day. I’m pretty much sure I will not be able to answer your awesome comments… and I’m pretty much sure that my pants will not fit me anymore on Sunday. I’m telling you those pants are truly resentful …
Have a beautiful day !! Mucho, mucho amor for you all !!
FYI: because of my renovation project I have to, constantly, move our stuff from one room to another on a very short notice !! So once again, I have to apologize for not answering your comments… I will try to catch up very shortly but for the next few days I’m afraid I will be M.I.A. (missing in action) !!!
Thank you so much for all your lovely comments / favs/ general support / happy thoughts!! Stay safe and well!!
I don't usually post Starling pics, but I like the pose here. I also watched our local Cooper's Hawk dismember and consume a Starling in our yard over the weekend, so I'm not as resentful of them as I sometimes am... :-)
Es ignoriert mich einfach. Abgang mit Rückansicht.
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Sorry, no interest – that's probably what it means. This ignorant departure disappointed me a little ;-) but meanwhile it was forgiven, I am not resentful. This scene is from the beginning of February, when everything was sunk in the snow here – as it has not been for many years ...
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Entschuldigung, kein Interesse – heißt das dann wohl. Dieser ignorante Weggang hat mich schon ein wenig enttäuscht ;-) aber mittlerweile doch verschmerzt, ich bin ja nicht nachtragend. Diese Szene ist von Anfang Februar, als hier alles im Schnee vesunken ist – wie schon viele Jahre nicht mehr ...
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Series »Winter's Bone«
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#SmileOnSaturday / #Backside
Filou in the garden this morning. He isn't as innocent as he looks, a few moments after I took this photo he attacked the Dragon. Tofu doesn't fight, he just turns around and leaves but Filou kept following him until Fynn came to the rescue of his little brother. Filou would never mess with Fynn. Thankfully this kind of episode is rather rare. Maybe the weather made Filou aggressive, it's still quite warm and awfully humid. The Dragon isn't resentful and they are friends again now. :)
Envy is sad or resentful covetousness towards the traits or possessions of someone else.
The grass really IS greener over there.
Envy | Seven Deadly Sins Series: 6/7
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CREDITS
AZOURY - Human Revolution Arm
*Bolson / Tattoo - Russel
erratic / liz - crop top / attitude
Kibitz - Coco's necklace
[ kunst ] - Denisse Watch
[ kunst ] - Emma signet rings
MARKED - Valiant Septum Ring
[monso] Choi Hair
NS:: Binoculars
Paparazzi - BACKDROP - Side Stairs 1
RAWR! Superkilla Earrings
Those who are free of resentful thoughts surely find peace.
- Buddha -
I am still alive and I am very glad about that. Have a nice weekend my dear friends. :-)
"Those who are free of resentful thoughts surely find peace."
~Buddha~
“If your mind carries a heavy burden of past, you will experience more of the same. The past perpetuates itself through lack of presence. The quality of your consciousness at this moment is what shapes the future.”
~Eckhart Tolle~
"The happiness of your life depends upon the quality of your thoughts: therefore, guard accordingly, and take care that you entertain no notions unsuitable to virtue and reasonable nature."
~Marcus Aurelius~
"Once you replace negative thoughts with positive ones, you'll start having positive results."
~Willie Nelson~
" We are what our thoughts have made us; so take care about what you think. Words are secondary. Thoughts live; they travel far."
~Swami Vivekananda~
Divenire.............................
Later, trying to bring the crown into her midday rest for photos... not so great. After a few tries she resignedly did not throw off the crown immediately, but I'm not sure we can call this 'posing' as much as 'making me promise there would be treats for this in future.' Having had the treats earlier might have helped with this edge of resentful cooperation. Photo Shoot for Happy Caturday theme 2 July 2022 "Kings and Queens"
With quick steps the Archmage entered the great hall. After spotting his noble lad, he adjusts his uniform and walks up towards her. Gracefully he bows the knee and lowers his head while speaking. "Milady. It has been done. The palace is secured." Her gaze thoughtfully wandered across the landscape outside the window. The sun rises, tinting the sky in a crimson red. She nods slowly. "So be it.", she speaks. Silence falls upon them. After a long pause she adds: "You may take your leave." Without lifting his glance, the mage dips his head at her once more and prepares to move back. In this moment the lady quickly turns around and grabs the colloar of his coat. "Azariel." Her voice is barely more than a whisper while her eyes search for his. "Milady.", he answers in a formal tone, hesitantly lifting his glance to look at her elegant features and trembling lips. It feels like an eternity passes by while they stare at each other, until the tension becomes unbearable.
"Did you really think you could leave like that?", she asks resentfully. "I was hoping so, Milady.", he replies in the same formal tone, dipping his head. "Come on. Pass them over already." Her lips curl into a victorious smile. "I know you have snacks in your pockets." He sighs in defeat and rolls his eyes in a not-so-formal manner. "How foolish of me to believe I could outsmart Milady."
- Credits -
Asahi:
Hair: Dura - B100
Ears: [TWC] - Diesel Ear @Engine Room
Top: [Salem] - Commanders Coat @Engine Room
Cloak: CURELESS REDLABEL - Donatien Manteau
Pants: [ContraptioN] - Deck Crew Jodhpurs
Hands: [ContraptioN] - SK3LET0 Series Prosthetic Arm
Legs: [Cubic Cherry] - {Aurum} doll leg @Engine Room
Staff: SEMPITERNAL - The Throne's Staff @Engine Room
Mechanic Arm: [ContraptioN] - Machinist's Assistant @Engine Room
Akira:
Hair: Raven Bell - Luxe Hair @Engine Room
Dress: Violent Seduction - Cosette @Engine Room
Boots: Eudora3D - Della Boots @Engine Room
Nails: [S] - Dies-sheveled @Engine Room
Necklace: !dM VictorianGothic - Crystal Cross
Decoration:
Skybox: VARONIS - Lueur Skybox
Curtains: [MF] - Burlesque red and gold curtain
Lanterns: DRD - Mystic Bastion - chained lantern
Bar: DRD - Mystic Bastion - globe bar
Rose: DRD - Mystic Bastion - enchanted rose
Candles: DRD - Mystic Bastion - small chandelabra
Chair: Atelier Visconti - Vanessa Ottoman
Rug: Apple Fall - Althea Rug
Trees: Skye - Sakura Tree
Questa foto e un dettaglio di una delle piu belle opere di Pietro di Cristoforo Vannucci, noto come Il Perugino (1448ca. – 1523) e rappresenta “la adorazione dei Magi”.
Notate lo sguardo molto risentito di uno dei personaggi, in piedi piu anziano, rivolto al piu giovane dei personaggi, del tutto indifferente, il quale offre a Gesu un dono decisamente piu bello del suo. Una bella scenetta innanzi al Salvatore!!
Nella parte di estrema sinistra accanto alla cornice, con lo sguardo rivolto verso di noi, si suppone un autoritratto del Perugino da giovane.
This photo is a detail of one of the most beautiful works by Pietro di Cristoforo Vannucci, known as Il Perugino (1448ca. - 1523) and represents "the adoration of the Magi".
Notice the very resentful look of one of the characters, standing older, facing the youngest of characters, completely indifferent, who offers Jesus a decidedly more beautiful gift than his. A beautiful scene before the Savior !!
On the far left side next to the frame, looking towards us, a self-portrait of Perugino is assumed when he was young.
Leyenda sobre la Torre de Hércules – Gerión
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Cuenta la leyenda que hace muchos, muchísimos años, existió un malvado gigante que tenía atemorizados a los habitantes de un bello país. No le bastaba con tomar, para él, la parte de las cosechas que necesitaba para su sustento, sino que, además, acostumbraba a arrasar el resto.
Sus correrías habían sumido en la más absoluta miseria a los esforzados campesinos que morían de hambre o a manos de aquella terrible criatura cuando, desquiciados, osaban oponerse a él. Aquellas pobres gentes, hartas de sufrir las fechorías del despiadado ogro, pidieron ayuda al Dios Hércules quien acudió a socorrerles.
Aunque era un Dios, no fue una empresa fácil para Hércules enfrentarse a Gerión (así se llamaba aquel gigante), quien poseía toda la fuerza que es capaz de acumular la maldad. Durante muchos días se enfrentaron sin que la lucha pareciese tener fin. La tierra temblaba ante el embate de los dos colosos. En varias ocasiones pareció que alguno de los contendientes había llegado al límite de sus fuerzas pero, empujados por misteriosas energías, se recuperaban y la lucha seguía con mayor ferocidad aún. Hércules, finalmente, se impuso a Gerión; una vez abatido el gigante le cortó la cabeza y lo sepultó bajo una gran torre. Esta construcción, desafiando al tiempo, ha perdurado hasta nuestros días como símbolo e identidad de una gran ciudad, A Coruña.
Esto es, dicho a mi manera, lo que cuenta la leyenda. Quizás por ser leyenda y porque me parece que los gigantes también tienen corazón, pienso que la historia muy bien podría haber ocurrido de este otro modo:
Hace mucho, mucho tiempo…
Las pocas casas que aun estaban en pie eran presa de las llamas. Los habitantes del pueblo, que no habían perecido en el ataque, corrían despavoridos buscando un lugar donde ocultarse de aquellos malhechores y sobre todo de su jefe, el gigante Gerión. Este, veía correr a la pobre gente que, desde su altura, le parecían conejos asustados en busca de una madriguera y sonreía divertido ante el terror que causaba. Mientras tanto, el resto de aquellos bandidos se dedicaban a los más sórdidos actos de pillaje.
En la vida de Gerión era tan sólo un día más y esos actos vandálicos formaban parte de su rutina cotidiana. Desde que nació había sido diferente. Su rápido desarrollo fue motivo para que la gente, primero, se riese de él y poco después empezase a temerle. La falta de cariño le convirtió en un ser rencoroso y su mísera infancia alimentó su desprecio hacía el resto del mundo. Creció de forma desmesurada hasta convertirse en un gigante a quien nadie podía hacer frente. Su existencia pasaba por ser la crónica de tristes y devastadores sucesos en los que, él, era el gran protagonista. Hacía ya muchos años que se dedicaba a sembrar el terror por doquier, arrasando todo lo que encontraba a su paso. Su fama y el temor que despertaba era tal que la gente se estremecía solo con oír su nombre.
Después de su última fechoría y de haber disfrutado del botín de la misma, Gerión ordenó a sus hombres que se preparasen para ponerse en camino. Buscarían un nuevo lugar en el que seguir engrandeciendo su leyenda.
Así, llegaron a un país de bosques tan espesos que apenas dejaban pasar la luz. La vegetación era tan exuberante que apenas había caminos. Los montes llegaban al mar, formando abruptos acantilados y sus moradores vivían en dispersas aldeas. Gerión había oído hablar de una tierra como aquella en la que también, se decía, habitaban hadas y meigas. Al instante, quedó cautivado por aquel lugar. Sus ansias de lucha y de saqueo se evaporaron, como si nunca hubiesen estado en él. Por ello avisó a sus acompañantes para que, en forma alguna, atentasen contra aquella tierra o sus habitantes.
Aquellos bandidos, interpretaron las palabras del gigante como un signo de debilidad y lejos de obedecerle decidieron rebelarse contra él. Aprovecharon para atacarle mientras dormía y, aunque le hirieron gravemente, la fortaleza de Gerión era tan grande que se repuso lo suficiente para acabar con sus antiguos camaradas de fechorías.
Tumbado en el bosque, en estado febril por las heridas recibidas, Gerión, pensó que deliraba cuando oyó las voces de las dos mujeres. Se trataba de dos hermosas meigas (¿quién dice que las meigas no pueden ser hermosas y buenas?) que informaron a Gerión de que sus días en la tierra estaban llegando a su fin. También le ofrecieron un deseo cada una, pero con la condición de que para que estos se cumpliesen el gigante debería mostrarse antes verdaderamente arrepentido de la vida que había llevado. Gerión aceptó y pasó sus últimos días subiendo a las cimas más elevadas de aquel territorio. Sentado en lo más alto, ahíto con la belleza del paisaje, lloraba y lloraba, arrepentido de los muchos pecados que había cometido. Tantas eran sus lágrimas que, al desprenderse por las montañas, iban abriendo surcos en las mismas, formando ríos que, en su encuentro con el mar, moldeaban la costa con rincones maravillosos.
Las meigas entendieron que el arrepentimiento de Gerión era real y decidieron concederle sus deseos. Gerión, ya moribundo, pidió a estas que su cuerpo, que tanta maldad había contenido, fuese enterrado junto al mar y sobre su tumba se edificase una torre que le impidiese volver a salir a la luz. Su segundo deseo fue que su espíritu pudiese volar, libremente, acompañando a las aves.
Cuentan que las meigas pidieron ayuda a Hércules para enterrar a Gerión y construir la torre, junto al mar. También dicen que, acompañando a cualquier ave de las que surcan los cielos de Galicia, si lo intentamos, podremos identificar el espíritu de Gerión que, incansable, vigila aquella tierra de la que sigue enamorado, aun, en el más allá.
Matías Ortega Carmona
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Legend has it that many, many years ago, there was an evil giant who had the inhabitants of a beautiful country frightened. It was not enough for him to take, for himself, the part of the crops that he needed for his sustenance, but also, he used to destroy the rest.
His escapades had plunged the hardworking peasants who died of hunger or at the hands of that terrible creature into the most absolute misery when, mad, they dared to oppose him. Those poor people, tired of suffering the misdeeds of the ruthless ogre, asked the God Hercules for help, who came to their aid.
Although he was a God, it was not an easy task for Hercules to face Geryon (that giant was called), who possessed all the strength that evil is capable of accumulating. For many days they faced each other without the fight seeming to have an end. The earth trembled before the attack of the two colossi. On several occasions it seemed that some of the contenders had reached the limit of their strength but, pushed by mysterious energies, they recovered and the fight continued with even greater ferocity. Hercules finally prevailed over Geryon; Once he was down, the giant cut off his head and buried him under a great tower. This construction, defying time, has lasted to this day as a symbol and identity of a great city, A Coruña.
This is, said in my way, what the legend tells. Perhaps because it is a legend and because it seems to me that giants also have hearts, I think that the story could very well have happened in this other way:
A long long time ago…
The few houses that were still standing were in flames. The inhabitants of the town, who had not perished in the attack, ran terrified looking for a place to hide from those criminals and especially from their leader, the giant Geryon. This one, he saw the poor people running who, from his height, looked like frightened rabbits in search of a burrow and he smiled amused at the terror they caused. Meanwhile, the rest of those bandits engaged in the most sordid acts of pillage.
In Geryon's life it was just another day and such vandalism was part of his daily routine. Ever since he was born he had been different. His rapid development caused people to first laugh at him and soon after start to fear him. His lack of affection made him resentful and his miserable childhood fueled his contempt for the rest of the world. He grew inordinately until he became a giant that no one could face. His existence was considered to be the chronicle of sad and devastating events in which he was the main protagonist. For many years he had dedicated himself to sowing terror everywhere, destroying everything he found in his path. His fame and the fear he aroused was such that people shuddered just hearing his name.
After his last misdeed and having enjoyed the spoils of it, Geryon ordered his men to prepare to set out. They would look for a new place in which to continue magnifying his legend.
Thus, they arrived in a country with forests so thick that they barely let in the light. The vegetation was so lush that there were hardly any paths. The mountains reached the sea, forming steep cliffs and their inhabitants lived in scattered villages. Geryon had heard of a land like that in which, it was said, fairies and witches also lived. Instantly, he was captivated by that place. His urge to fight and plunder evaporated, as if they had never been in him. For this reason, he warned his companions so that, in no way, they attacked that land or its inhabitants.
Those bandits interpreted the giant's words as a sign of weakness and far from obeying him, they decided to rebel against him. They took the opportunity to attack him while he slept, and although they seriously wounded him, Geryon's strength was so great that he recovered enough to finish off his former comrades-in-deed.
Lying in the woods, feverish from his wounds, Geryon thought he was delirious when he heard the voices of the two women. It involved two beautiful witches (who says witches can't be beautiful and good?) who informed Geryon that his days on earth were coming to an end. They also offered him one wish each, but on the condition that in order for these to be fulfilled, the giant must first show himself to be truly sorry for the life he had led. Geryon accepted and spent his last days climbing to the highest peaks of that territory. Sitting on the top, overwhelmed with the beauty of the landscape, he cried and cried, repentant of the many sins he had committed. So many were his tears that, as they fell from the mountains, they opened furrows in them, forming rivers that, in their encounter with the sea, shaped the coast with wonderful corners.
The meigas understood that he regrets
Matías Ortega Carmona
: listen
My internal monologue
Is saturated analogue
It's scratched and drifting,
I've become attached to the idea,
It's all a shifting dream bittersweet philosophy
I've got no idea how I even got here
I'm resentful,
I'm having an existential time crisis
What bliss!
Daylight savings won't fix this mess.
Under-worked and over-sexed
I must express my disinterest.
The rats are back inside my head
What would Freud've said?
Put me on a pedestal and I'll only disappoint
You tell me I'm exceptional and I promise to exploit you
Give me all your money and I'll make some origami, honey
I think you're a joke but I don't find you very funny
Abrasive smoke on the Third Terrace (wrath) of Purgatorio: he who, over injury received, resentful for revenge grows greedy and, angrily, seeks out another's harm (Purgatorio, Canto XVII). 7Artisans manual lens wide-open, outdoors, backlit, reflector used. Raw conversion in Luminar and macOS High Sierra.
It might be hard for the nonreligious to imagine that some believers welcome this situation. Walker Percy, for example, welcomed the disestablishment of Christendom. Writing to his lifelong friend Shelby Foote, Percy mused that “Christendom no longer can or even should call the tune. If Christians believe in the kingdom, that’s their business, but they should realize that the world has by and large turned away. There is no longer such a thing as Christendom, and as Kierkegaard said, maybe it’s just as well.”13 Twenty years later he would repeat the same theme, effectively praising “the secular” as described by Taylor: “the present age,” he surmised, “is better than Christendom. In the old Christendom, everyone was a Christian and hardly anyone thought twice about it. But in the present age the survivor of theory and consumption becomes a wayfarer in the desert, like St. Anthony; which is to say, open to signs.”14 This is a Catholic embrace of “secularity” as Taylor defines it, demonstrating that the terrain can’t be neatly carved up into rational secularists and resentful believers.
-How (Not) to Be Secular Reading Charles Taylor James K. A. Smith
Acreage alongside the freeway had five dwellings what was left of them anyways. Sitting for so long nature took back what intruded upon the land. Trees, foliage bushes completely covered each property, climbing up through the roofs it had strange energy like someone had to leave in an awfully big hurry. It was very warm out, and the ground seemed unnaturally soft. I was offered by the owner of the land that it would be OK if I wanted to take pictures although she said why would you want to take pictures of these ugly houses. She then said she wishes they would all die meaning the houses .The only thing she would share was that her husbands family which immigrated from Italy came to California, and this is where they settled, but she looked angry as she said it. Almost resentful? The main road the houses sat on was named after the family. The property was near the river and I suspected this was native land originally. Did ask and she didn’t exactly answer but said there is an Indian burial ground near the railroad tracks which was nearby. There was generations of farm equipment, half buried in the soft dirt I had to be so very careful walking. . And the houses were full of personal belongings as though the people living there had to flee . Whatever secrets the owner had would stay with her . I never know what I might find in my short travels or what someone will share with me. The whole place could’ve easily been in a horror movie.. It’s been years since I found this place and I wonder if it even still exists or if new developments have already claimed it and pushed the people out that lived near the abandoned property.
. . . . . . . . Can you find The White Fox . . . . . . . .
If you love me, come and visit, in the forest of Shinoda in Izumi, the resentful kudzu leaf .
So I show up with my camera standing on a bridge overlooking a tiny stream and here comes Bob staring over at me. There were other birds there sure, but Bob and I struck up an immediate friendship. After I took his picture he flipped over to another branch, closer to me for another, then another, then another. The next thing I know my best friend Bob has landed next to my foot looking up at me. Yes yes I know someone has been feeding these birds but it sure wasn't me as Bob found out. He wasn't resentful though he kept doing acrobatics for me flipping on different branches until JoAnne called it. I told him I'd post his picture and wished him luck. If you're reading this Bob, next time I'm there I will definitely bring you something.
My friend Romeo, the Laughing Kookaburra, is slowly forgiving me and getting closer. There, he is sitting on top of the folded clothes line, watching me from the corner of his eye, not facing me, yet ! Becoming resentful with age, I'd say :) /
Mon ami Romeo, le Martin-chasseur géant, commence doucement a me pardonner mon absence et a se rapprocher. Sur cette image, il est pose au sommet du tourniquet a linge replie, me regardant du coin de l'oeil mais sans vouloir me faire face, pour le moment ! l'age venant, je crois qu'il devient rancunier :))
Love is patient and kind; love does not envy or boast; it is not arrogant or rude. It does not insist on its own way; it is not irritable or resentful; it does not rejoice at wrongdoing, but rejoices with the truth. ... Love never ends.
'I am looking out of my window in an anxious and resentful state of mind, oblivious of my surroundings, brooding perhaps on some damage done to my prestige. Then suddenly I observe a hovering kestrel. In a moment everything is altered. The brooding self with its hurt vanity has disappeared. There is nothing now but kestrel. And when I return to thinking of the other matter it seems less important. And of course this is something which we may also do deliberately: give attention to nature in order to clear our minds of selfish care.'
- Iris Murdoch.
Love is always patient;
love is always kind;
love is never envious
or arrogant with pride.
Nor is she conceited,
and she is never rude;
she never thinks just of herself
or ever gets annoyed.
She never is resentful;
is never glad with sin;
she’s always glad to side with truth,
and pleased that truth will win.
She bears up under everything;
believes the best in all;
there is no limit to her hope,
and never will she fall.
Liefde is: geduldig en vriendelijk zijn.
Liefde is: niet jaloers zijn, niet vertellen hoe goed je bent, jezelf niet belangrijker vinden dan een ander.
Liefde is: een ander niet beledigen, niet alleen aan jezelf denken, geen ruzie maken en geen wraak willen nemen.
Liefde is: blij worden van het goede, en een hekel hebben aan het kwaad.
Door de liefde verdraag je alles wat er met je gebeurt.
Door de liefde blijf je geloven en vertrouwen.
Door de liefde blijf je altijd volhouden.
Those who are free of resentful thoughts surely find peace.
- Buddha -
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"If I speak in the tongues of men and of angels, but have not love, I am a noisy gong or a clanging cymbal.
And if I have prophetic powers, and understand all mysteries and all knowledge, and if I have all faith, so as to remove mountains, but have not love, I am nothing.
If I give away all I have, and if I deliver up my body to be burned, but have not love, I gain nothing.
Love is patient and kind; love does not envy or boast; it is not arrogant or rude. It does not insist on its own way; it is not irritable or resentful; it does not rejoice at wrongdoing, but rejoices with the truth.
Love bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things, endures all things.
Love never ends.
As for prophecies, they will pass away; as for tongues, they will cease; as for knowledge, it will pass away. For we know in part and we prophesy in part, but when the perfect comes, the partial will pass away.
When I was a child, I spoke like a child, I thought like a child, I reasoned like a child. When I became a man, I gave up childish ways. For now we see in a mirror dimly, but then face to face. Now I know in part; then I shall know fully, even as I have been fully known.
So now faith, hope, and love abide, these three; but the greatest of these is love."
(Bible, 1 Corinthians 13)
Happy Valentine's Day...
Those who are free of resentful thoughts surely find peace.
The pursuit, even of the best things, ought to be calm and tranquil.
Sunrise on the shore of Lake Michigan in Wisconsin.
Wisconsin Horizons,Turning landscapes into portraits of nature.
HaPPY PeaCeFuL WeeKeND
Hope your Friday is a peaceful one.
This temple is in Bangkok and it is called the marble temple.
The real name is Wat Benchamabophit Dusitvanaram.
One of the most beautiful temple I ever visited in Bangkok.
Look HeRe for more….
Make your prayers and…….
My wish is for the end of these murders.
"Those who are free of resentful thoughts surely find peace."
Buddha
LARGE View On Black
At the point where one can't be loved any longer, one,
resentful of swimming against the current and too perceptive
of its strength, hides himslef in perspective.
J. Brodsky
Am trying to comment, but the flickr gods aren't cooperating.
I've missed you all
I've had a chance to reflect. I have to spend time researching for and pulling together stories, all of which I want to feature on flickr. There are also a number of other projects I've been putting off for the eighteen months that I've been on flickr. I need to get some balance going here. All this means that, for the foreseeable future, I will be up on flickr every two or three days rather than every day as I have been to date. Many of my flickr buddies have curbed their flickr activities, and some have even dropped off flickr for reasons similar to mine.
Flickr is an addictive business. It has a tendency to take over, and Explore really drives the addiction. Explore is like heroin in that it stokes us for a period of time by including everything we post, only to drop us us for periods of time during which we try everything to regain the old Explore high.
Not trying to be resentful or maudlin here. Just trying to put flickr into perspective. I'll still get around to see you all on a regular basis, and I promise to pull some good stories together. Thanks for being great buddies. You've all become an important part of my life. You teach me so much, and I'll still be part of this great community.
Feel free to email me directly at any time. I'm around a lot.
I went down to the beach the other night with some friends, camera in hand and there were 3 weddings going on, so I decided to have some fun clicking away : ). It was a "Love"ly evening ; ). They wanted to look at the shots that I took and asked for my email to perhaps purchase some...now wouldn't that be fun! : ) Hope they do : )
1 Corinthians 13:4-13 Love is patient and kind; love does not envy or boast; it is not arrogant or rude. It does not insist on its own way; it is not irritable or resentful;it does not rejoice at wrongdoing, but rejoices with the truth. Love bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things, endures all things. Love never ends.
FOOD FOR THOUGHT:
~I love you not only for what you are, but for what I am when I am with you. I love you, not only for what you have made of yourself, but for what you are making me.I love you for the part of me that you bring out - R. Croft
~The closer I look, the more I find to love - Anonymous
~Love is a promise between hearts that care, love is a dream for two lives to share, love is a feeling that deepens & endures - Anonymous
~In dreams and in love there are no impossibilities- Anonymous
~When you have found the one who touches your soul, Lifts your heart and makes you whole,Then you've found TRUE LOVE - Anonymous
~Don’t marry the person you can live with, marry the person you can’t live without- Anonymous
Ah so nice to have the weekend ahead of us : ).
Mine is full! Surprise B'day party for a dear friend, 30 mile bike ride and brunch, Gala at the Colosseum and an all day photo shoot....I sure packed it in didn't I : ) LOL! So much to look forward to...you know how the saying goes...all work and no play....... : )
Enjoy your weekend whatever you do my awesome and very talented friends! ; )
I have a love-hate relationship with snow. I admit the ratio has shifted decidedly more to the hate end of the scale as I get older. The cons just seem to increasingly outweigh the pros. Snow quickly becomes burdensome in terms of delays and hassles, driving in it, clearing it, and on and on. I recall a time in my life when appreciation for snow was much greater (coinciding neatly with the time before I became a car driver). Snow was fascinating as a kid, something to be played in and possibly result in staying home from school. And there was always that magical moment waking up sometime in November (usually) and seeing the first measurable snow on the ground. The pure magic of the sudden overnight transformation of the landscape. All these years later, that thrill hasn't left me. It happened yet again the other morning. I woke up, looked out, and there it was, a sea of white covering anything and everything. One of those snows where the flakes accumulate on even the tiniest branch, leaf and twig. And with no wind to disrupt the delicate balance, the sun emerged to backlight this spectacle. I wasted not a minute scooping up the camera and heading out. One thing I've learned is to shoot the first snow before my mood sours. This magic wears off very quickly, and it's vital to shoot while I'm still feeling the elation. I will have many more opportunities to shoot in snow in the months ahead, but increasingly resentful mood will color my interpretation. So off I went and spent a good hour wandering through the woodland behind my house, shooting photos, but also pausing just to take in the scenes before the expiration date.
"God is Love.
Whoever loves is of God."
- 1 John 3
1 Corinthians 13:
"Love is patient."
Trump is not.
"Love is kind."
Trump is not.
"Love envies not."
Trump does. And lives to be envied.
"Love boasts not."
That’s all Trump does.
"Love is not arrogant or rude."
Trump is arrogance & rudeness personified.
"Love allows for diverse options."
Trump does not. Only HE can ‘fix’ things.
"Love isn’t easily angered."
If he doesn’t get his way, he whines….
"Love isn’t resentful."
Talk about gripes!
"Love keeps no records of wrongs."
Trump is all about resentments & revenge.
"Love delights not in wrongdoing."
Trump rejoices in assaulting women (e.g.).
"Love rejoices in the truth."
Trump gets off on lying bigly, all the time!
Trump is all about stoking hatred & fear.
"Love casts out fear."
"Love never ends. ...
Faith, Hope, Love live on,
and the greatest of these is Love."
Choose Love 2024
Blog--- abraaxue.blogspot.com/2016/07/in-rage.html
www.youtube.com/watch?v=5T5_PUz0aZs
She didn't know how she was feeling her emotions where all over the place. She was a bipolar mess everything wrapped in one. Strong, weak, sad, happy, angry, resentful. In the heat of the moment she lost it picked up her guitar started swinging and breaking everything. She was on a war path making how she felt on the inside visible. She would toss the guitar out the window giving a sigh as she did not feel better at all. She would ponder and knew she tried her best. Lost in her thoughts as her body sank into the mess...
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Emo is like any style, fashion or culture. The term emo is loosely associated with emotionally charged punk rock, however it originally meant emotionally hardcore - modern 'emo' music is more of a branch off from what it started out as.
A lot of times, Emo is associated with being bitter, depressed, insecure and resentful.
A bizarre wave of mob emo-bashings is sweeping across Mexico. The movement is being generated on message boards and social networking sites by non-emo youth who highly dislike like the emo look and attitude.
The spark came first in Queretaro on March 7. An estimated 800 young people poured into the city's Centro Historico hunting for emos to beat the crap out of. They found some. The next weekend it spread to Mexico City, where emos faced off against punks and rockabillies at the Glorieta de Insurgents, the epicenter of emo social space in the capital. There's also been reports of anti-emo violence in Durango, Colima, and elsewhere.
The question on everyone's lips right now seems to be, "What the hell is going on?" Been reporting this story since it broke, and we're looking further into it. Updates in the near future.
Ive become a bit of a recluse lately...I spent a much time in here as possible, just reading, snoozing, daydreaming and doing bugger all.
I tend to feel annoyed when anything pulls me away from my little den. People are starting to irritate me a bit...oh dear, why is that. I wince when the phone rings, or the doorbell chimes.
Ive even noticed resentful feelings hanging around the edges of my conciousness when dear friends and family members come by and subtract precious hours of doing bugger all.
I make dates to go out and do things, feel enthusiastic at the time, and then dismay grows as the time of the appointment draws near.
I mean, hell, i enjoy it when i push myself to go out, but I REALLY have to push myself.
is this middle age??
oh dear.
Oh and i crave quiet too, and am driven to distraction lately by shrieking kids, car alarms, and the ice cream van that visits every evening without exception, playing a hideous electronic version of the theme tune to match of the day. It makes me want to weep!
And TV. just cant stomach it anymore.
Whats with this???
I normally don’t take images of human objects in natural landscapes unless they are old and nature has begun to reclaim them. Its kind of an obsession of mine, based in the resentfulness of human disrespect for the environment. Selfishness and greed are continually used for justification in the destruction of our natural environment and it pisses me off in a big way! Its kind of like footprints in fresh snow, I’d prefer to see the snow without them. Anyway I’ll get off my soapbox.
For some time now I’ve been interested in the way photography is a time-based medium. I think it’s to do with my love of animation that I keep trying to look for movement in unusual areas. This shot for me is trying to juxtapose the formal human geometric stones against the natural long trails of the scum, as it ebbs and flows graciously down the river. (Created by white water further up stream). I find the soft and hard forms work well juxtaposed against each other. They bring to the table more power than the sum or their parts.
This shot was taken at Thruscross Reservoir (or just down from it). When the reservoir was built and subsequently filled in 1966, an unfortunate village was sacrificed and flooded. When I was a kid we had a sever drought and I remember going there and walking around its streets. Even walked over the bridge and went in the dilapidated church. Quite a strange experience, knowing it use to be a real place. Felt a bit like the shots of the titanic underwater.
‘Apparently’ until recently the buildings were complete and when the water level went down you could see the church steeple (with bell still intact) kind of like a ghost story, or it could be an urban myth. I also I seem to remember as a kid, one of my family members telling me that my grandfather had something to do with it. He was an electrician / builder and probably sorted out something to do with the houses. I kind of want to write this down before I forget and its lost in history. Anyway let me keep this short, hope you like it!
Garrison Church (Domus Dei)
Handheld HDR
3 Exposures 0, +2, -2 EV
Aperture F 16
ISO 3200
From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia
Domus Dei (Hospital of Saint Nicholas) was an almshouse and hospice established in 1212 in Portsmouth, Hampshire, UK by Pierre des Roches, Bishop of Winchester.
It is now also known as the Royal Garrison Church and is an English Heritage property and a listed Ancient Monument.
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It had a regular staff of 13 consisting of a Master who held overall responsibility for 6 nuns and 6 monks.
In 1450 an unpopular advisor to the king, Bishop Adam Moleyns of Chichester was conducting a service at the chapel of Domus Dei when a number of naval seamen (resentful of being only partially paid and only provided with limited provisions) burst in to the church, dragged out the bishop and murdered him.
As a result of this the entire town of Portsmouth was placed under the Greater Excommunication, an interdict which lasted until 1508, removed at the request of Bishop Fox of Winchester. One of the conditions for the removal of the interdict included the building of a chantry chapel next to the hospital.
In 1540, like other religious buildings, it was seized by King Henry VIII and until 1560 was used as an armory. After 1560 it became the home of the local military governor. Throughout this time the chapel attached to the hospital remained in use and in 1662 it hosted the wedding of King Charles II and Princess Catherine of Braganza.
Towards the end of the 17th century it fell into disrepair until it was restored in 1867 to become the Garrison church.
"Love is patient; love is kind; love is not envious or boastful or arrogant or rude. It does not insist on its own way; it is not irritable or resentful; it does not rejoice in wrongdoing, but rejoices in the truth. It bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things, endures all things."
1 Corinthians 13: 4-7