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In British law, slander and libel are both forms of defamation, but they differ in their medium of communication.
Slander refers to the act of making defamatory statements that are spoken or transitory in nature, such as through spoken words, gestures, or even non-permanent forms of media.
On the other hand, libel pertains to the publication or dissemination of defamatory statements in a permanent or fixed form, typically in writing or through other permanent means like broadcasting or social media.
The key distinction lies in the potential for lasting harm caused by libel due to its permanent nature, whereas slander tends to have more fleeting effects.
Sonnet 131
Thou art as tyrannous, so as thou art
As those whose beauties proudly make them cruel;
For well thou know`st to my dear doting heart
Thou art the fairest and most precious jewel.
Yet, in good faith, some say that thee behold
Thy face hath not the power to make love groan,
To say they err I dare not be so bold,
Although I swear it to myself alone.
And, to be sure that is not false I swear
A thousand groans, but thinking on thy face
One on another`s neck, do witness bear
Thy black is fairest in my judgment`s place.
In nothing art thou black save in thy deeds,
And thence this slander, as I think, proceeds.
William Shakespeare
Bucks County, PA. USA
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You rebuke the arrogant, who are accursed,
those who stray from your commands.
Remove from me their scorn and contempt,
for I keep your statutes.
Though rulers sit together and slander me,
your servant will meditate on your decrees.
Your statutes are my delight;
they are my counselors.
Psalm 119:21-24
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"Although they are sitting in their holes, these poisonous spiders, with their backs turned on life, they speak in favor of life, but only because they wish to hurt. They wish to hurt those who now have power, for among these the preaching of death is still most at home. If it were otherwise, the tarantulas would teach otherwise; they themselves were once the foremost slanderers of the world and burners of heretics.
I do not wish to be mixed up and confused with these preachers of equality. For, to me justice speaks thus: "Men are not equal." Nor shall they become equal! What would my love of the overman be if I spoke otherwise?
[...] Life wants to build itself up into the heights with pillars and steps; it wants to look into vast distances and out toward stirring beauties: therefore it requires height. And because it requires height, it requires steps and contradiction among the steps and the climbers and to overcome itself climbing."
Ring out, wild bells, to the wild sky,
The flying cloud, the frosty light;
The year is dying in the night;
Ring out, wild bells, and let it die.
Ring out the old, ring in the new,
Ring, happy bells, across the snow:
The year is going, let it go;
Ring out the false, ring in the true.
Ring out a slowly dying cause,
And ancient forms of party strife;
Ring in the nobler modes of life,
With sweeter manners, purer laws
Ring out false pride in place and blood,
The civic slander and the spite;
Ring in the love of truth and right,
Ring in the common love of good.
--Alfred Lord Tennyson, 1850
Brussels, Palais de Justice (Justice Palace).
The title is a quote from Franz Kafka's, "Der Proceß" (The Trial).
“With my mouth I speak slander, day and night. I spy on the houses of others - I am such a wretched low-life! Unfulfilled sexual desire and unresolved anger dwell in my body, like the outcasts who cremate the dead. I live as a wild hunter, O Creator!”
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While in Sonoma last week, I decided to drop in and see how General Vallejo was doing. Not much had changed as the old general passed away in 1890, but his former house was looking quite chipper. The house is now a California historical site, and they tend to pay a little more attention to cosmetics under those circumstances.
Sonoma is a great place for soaking in the culture that existed during the Mexican period in California. California has a colorful history replete with fascinating events with savory and sometimes not so savory individuals. Check it out. California is a far cry different than the myopic slander that's being promoted by our current commander in chief. And that's all I will ever say about that. :-)
Happy Fence Friday everyone.
Sonoma CA
I will be away for the next week or so. Marg and I are taking a run up the California coast to make sure that all is well along our northern coastline. CYA when ICYA.
The church that stood in this location as early as in 1252, was later replaced by a new building. The altar is decorated by mannerism style woodcarvings. Duke Jacob was christened in this church, and later married to Princess Charlotte Louise of Brandenburg. A legend tells about a pious girl Katrīna who saved money to build a church in the town. She was, however, slandered and put to death on the wheel for her contacts with the devil himself. After her death she was recognised innocent and declared a saint. The church and the parish were named in her honour. In a martyr’s crown, and with a wheel and a sword in her hand, Katrīna has been depicted in the medallion above the entrance. This is also the current coat of arms of the town of Kuldīga. St. Catherine’s Church, like the majority of Kurzeme churches of those days, presents a contrast between a heavy austere façade and a magnificent interior. The interior details have been designed heavy proportions: sturdy, short columns rest on high, wide bases.
Evangelical Lutheran Church of Saint Catherine (Katrīna) is Kuldīga’s oldest house of God and one of the oldest buildings in the town.
Built in the late 17th century, the building is characterized by its many unusual features. The interior has two entrances, one ornately decorated and another plain one. The church is decorated with interesting paintings and sculptures including the large altarpiece depicting the saints Peter and Paul, carved from local limestone. The altarpiece is flanked by two lions warrior statues and the pulpit is in the form of a lion's head. The church also features its own cemetery, a bell tower and several chapels. It is a popular tourist attraction that you should visit while in Kuldiga, Latvia.
On 29 December 1967, the church was granted the status of a state-protected.
All in all, a depressingly beautiful film that holds up a mirror to us and teaches us incredible things about prejudices and psychosocial processes.
The really frightening problem is the stigma that one can hardly get rid of despite proven innocence.
Alleged child abuse, as the subject of this film, is just one example, indeed a particularly impressive example, because it is very emotionally arousing.
The problem also applies to all situations in which a thoughtless, unproven statement can cause damage and lead to slander and defamation.
An impressive film
the final scene
The Celebration (Festen), another film by Thomas Vinterberg, approaches the subject of abuse from a different perspective and is also a film well worth seeing.
The next pic will be funnier and less dramatic :)
Мой Храм меня встречает тишиной,
где свежий воздух- древних стен прохлада,
Вся суета осталась за спиной,
Душе уставшей церковь как награда.
Здесь нет призывов, суетных речей,
немыслимо злословие и крики,
мерцает пламя золотых свечей,
на тёмных досках оживают лики.
Их доброта струится от икон,
Под взглядами Святых немного трушу
и бьётся в сердце колокольный звон,
когда пред Богом обнажаю душу.
Хоругви тихо плещут за спиной,
у Царских врат склоню свои колени.
С престола Бог беседует со мной,
Ему раскаюсь в праздности и лени.
Мой храм меня встречает тишиной,
Привычны взгляду старые иконы.
Вся суета осталась за спиной,
Здесь мир иной и здесь свои законы.
Юрий Соловьёв
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My Temple greets me with silence,
where the fresh air is cool inside the ancient walls,
All the fuss was left behind,
To a tired soul, the church is like a reward.
There are no calls, vain speeches,
slander and screams are unthinkable
, the flame of golden candles flickers,
faces come to life on dark boards.
Their kindness flows from the icons,
Under the eyes of the Saints, I tremble a little
and the bell tolls in my heart
when I bare my soul before God.
Banners are quietly splashing behind my back,
I will bow my knees at the Royal Gates.
From the throne, God talks to me,
I will repent to him of my idleness and laziness.
My temple greets me with silence,
Old icons are familiar to the eye.
All the fuss was left behind,
This is a different world and it has its own laws.
Yuri Solovyov
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Introduction
I
You spend yourself for God, I devote myself to Him,
forsaken by family, slandered by the world.
The path to follow God is not easy at all.
I put all my heart and soul into expanding the kingdom of God.
I have seen the turning of the seasons.
I welcome the joy and sorrow ahead.
To satisfy God’s requirements, I obey His arrangements.
I’ll suffer all my life. I will satisfy God’s heart!
I’ll suffer all my life. I will satisfy God’s heart!
II
Walking the road of loving God, I endure bitter tests.
Danger and distress draw not a single complaint from my mouth.
Though my flesh suffers a lot, my heart is in love of God.
I go everywhere as a witness of God’s deeds.
I have seen the turning of the seasons.
I welcome the joy and sorrow ahead.
To satisfy God’s requirements, I obey His arrangements.
I’ll suffer all my life. I will satisfy God’s heart!
I’ll suffer all my life. I will satisfy God’s heart!
III
Trials and tribulations heavily weigh upon me.
The ups and downs of life I live.
Yet I’m willing to do God’s will,
spending my whole being for Him.
I’ve made up my mind that I will suffer all my life.
Yes, I will suffer all my life. And I will satisfy God’s heart!
I will suffer all my life. I will satisfy God’s heart!
from Follow the Lamb and Sing New Songs
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I have been looking into socialism (Nazi Germany and the Soviet Union) for a while. I could never understand why those people did what they did, until now. When I look at the woke-communists of today, I can trace their evil ideology back in history. I now have an understanding of their ideology and use of words. I can look back and see how the people of the past became radicalized by evil. Today, people have become just as radicalized as those of the past. Their life revolves around their fantasy of a communist revolution. If you point out how radicalized they are, they don’t care. They are stone cold.
As a Christian, I knew that global totalitarianism was coming down the pike. However, this is the first time in my life that I truly understand the mindset of the monsters of the past. Evil people are drawn to evil, and they revel in evil. I can see this in many today. The future is going to be a bloody place. The past will repeat itself.
2 Timothy 3-4 “You should know this, Timothy, that in the last days there will be very difficult times. For people will love only themselves and their money. They will be boastful and proud, scoffing at God, disobedient to their parents, and ungrateful. They will consider nothing sacred. They will be unloving and unforgiving; they will slander others and have no self-control. They will be cruel and hate what is good. They will betray their friends, be reckless, be puffed up with pride, and love pleasure rather than God.”
Autre définition : Langue de vipère ( personne qui calomnie )
Warning ( Person who slanders )
Adder Tongue
( Photo dédicacée à la personne qui voulait m'accuser de viol il y a peu ! Bien sur elle se reconnaîtra )
What's up with all the hate lately?
It's like, you don't know the first thing about me
So you're so concerned about who I'm supposedly dating
Would you like to comment
Whatever, whatever ...
Would you like to comment?
Whatever, whatever, whatever
Impersonator takes a shot of my brassiere
Copy, paste
And things get severely blown out of proportion
Subject: Skank is everywhere
The slander machine kicks into full gear
Whatever, whatever, whatever
Now if you think I'm some sideline type chick
Think you gonna sell me lies, best recognize real quick
Bitch, you got the wrong bitch
You got the wrong wrong bitch
If you think you gonna slanderize my name
You done lost your mind
I ain't got time for all these games
Bitch, you got the wrong bitch
You got the wrong wrong bitch
the one to slander you, and the other to bring the news to you ;-)
Mark Twain
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Ring Out, Wild Bells (from In Memoriam)
Ring out, wild bells, to the wild sky,
The flying cloud, the frosty light:
The year is dying in the night;
Ring out, wild bells, and let him die.
Ring out the old, ring in the new,
Ring, happy bells, across the snow:
The year is going, let him go;
Ring out the false, ring in the true.
Ring out the grief that saps the mind
For those that here we see no more;
Ring out the feud of rich and poor,
Ring in redress to all mankind.
Ring out a slowly dying cause,
And ancient forms of party strife;
Ring in the nobler modes of life,
With sweeter manners, purer laws.
Ring out the want, the care, the sin,
The faithless coldness of the times;
Ring out, ring out my mournful rhymes
But ring the fuller minstrel in.
Ring out false pride in place and blood,
The civic slander and the spite;
Ring in the love of truth and right,
Ring in the common love of good.
Ring out old shapes of foul disease;
Ring out the narrowing lust of gold;
Ring out the thousand wars of old,
Ring in the thousand years of peace.
Ring in the valiant man and free,
The larger heart, the kindlier hand;
Ring out the darkness of the land,
Ring in the Christ that is to be.
Lord Alfred Tennyson
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FALL SHOWS US HOW BEAUTIFUL IT CAN BE TO LET GO
I absolutely love fall. I love the beauty and the change of season. To enjoy this season we embrace the letting go of what is dying, and graciously welcome some time of ‘hibernation’. Knowing that with a winter of ‘homing in and getting grounded’ as I call it, new life will bloom come spring.
*Let all bitterness and wrath and anger and clamor and slander be put away from you, along with all malice. Be kind to one another, tenderhearted, forgiving one another, as God in Christ forgave you. Ephesians 4:31-32
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My fascination with shop windows and mannequins has a lot to do with the unintentional or clandestine social commentary that they provide. I'm not convinced that every window designer or dresser is completely aware of just how pregnant their efforts are with irony and a kind of criticism of the very things they seem to celebrate. But it's not my interest here to critique shop windows as a practice per se.
I find a lot of personal associations and wide-ranging connections firing off in my mind when I come across a well done window. This one seemed particularly rich with a kind of undertone of obsession. Even as such, there's a visual richness to it - with the plastic people and the wires, metals, electronics, lights etc that seems so utterly anthropocentric.
And that might just be what I find so fascinating about shop windows and mannequins - they are so OBSESSED with entirely "human" concerns - power, pride, privilege, status, hierarchy, hegemony, gossip, slander, influence and self, etc. While nature, balance, life, the truly organic, chance, chaos, co-operation, movement and transformation of energies, all of them are becoming excluded from our ever-increasing self-obsession. For what my one small opinion's worth, I think it's very unhealthy.
We've become, especially noticeable in big cities, so completely collapsed into a world of total human values and pre-occupation without acknowledging and participating in the larger flows of life that involve the whole planet. To me that seems to be a species of sickness, an imbalance that threatens to entirely engulf.
And with all of that in mind, there's a dark, strange, quite perverted beauty in it all that makes it fascinating.
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many a day we find waiting on line
while standing there we have lots of time
and what do we hear but a complaint or a whine
oh why oh why does this take so much time
so i suggest that we change our point of view
and deal with the truth between me and you
take time to say thanks that we can be safe and secure
while waiting here we don't have bombs to endure
rather here than waiting in a line of the starving
we could manage to give thanks and ask pardon
one more moment of life to give thanks for all good
not the should or would but perhaps i could
give some good in a world of time without rhythm or rhyme.
Let no evil talk come out of your mouths, but only such as is good for edifying, as fits the occasion, that it may impart grace to those who hear. And do not grieve the Holy Spirit of God, in whom you were sealed for the day of redemption. Let all bitterness and wrath and anger and clamor and slander be put away from you, with all malice, and be kind to one another, tenderhearted, forgiving one another, as God in Christ forgave you. —Eph 4:29-32
In the 11th century Melkhisedek, the Catholicos of Georgia, began building the new patriarchal temple on the place of the old church. There is a legend connected with this building too. “To build the temple Arsukisdze, an architect, was invited. When the building was ready it turned out that the masterpiece considerably surpassed the creations of his teacher. The teacher's pride was hurt so he slandered his pupil and the architect's hand was cut off. According to an alternative version the hand of Arsukidze was cut off by the king's order so that he was not able to construct anything similar to Svetitskhoveli.”
Probably the latter version is true as over one of the facade arches there is the relief with the image of a hand holding a setsquare. The inscription under the relief says: “the Hand of the servant of God Arsukidze. Remember”.
Creo en tí amigo:
Si tu sonrisa es como un rayo de luz
que alegra mi existencia.
Creo en ti amigo:
Si tus ojos brillan de alegría al encontrarnos.
Creo en ti amigo:
Si compartes mis lágrimas y
sabes llorar con los que lloran.
Creo en ti amigo:
Si tu mano está abierta para dar y
tu voluntad es generosa para ayudar.
Creo en ti amigo:
Si tus palabras son sinceras y
expresan lo que siente tu corazón.
Creo en ti amigo:
Si sabes comprender bondadosamente mis debilidades y
me defiendes cuando me calumnian.
Creo en ti amigo:
Si tienes valor para corregirme amablemente.
Creo en ti amigo:
Si sabes orar por mí,
y brindarme buen ejemplo.
Creo en ti amigo:
Si tu amistad me lleva a amar más a Dios
y a tratar mejor a los demás.
Creo en ti amigo:
Si no te avergüenzas de ser mi amigo
en las horas tristes y amargas.
I believe in you friend:
If your smile is like a ray of light
glad that my existence.
I believe in you friend:
If your eyes shine with joy to find.
I believe in you friend:
If you share my tears and
you mourn with those who mourn.
I believe in you friend:
If your hand is open to give and
generous is your willingness to help.
I believe in you friend:
If your words are sincere and
express what you feel your heart.
I believe in you friend:
If you understand my weaknesses and virtues
defend me when I slander.
I believe in you friend:
If you have courage to correct kindly.
I believe in you friend:
If you pray for me,
and giving good example.
I believe in you friend:
If your friendship brings me to love God more
and to try to better others.
I believe in you friend:
If you are not ashamed to be my friend
at times sad and bitter.
Pablo Neruda-Amigos
Among the oldest monuments of České Budějovice is the Rabštejn Tower from the 14th century. This four-storey prismatic lady is one of the two preserved towers of the former fortifications. However, it has often struggled throughout history. However, it escaped the fate of the other castle towers, which had to make way for commercial use. The tower is probably named after the monk Wolfgang Rabenstein from the Dominican monastery. However, it is doubtful whether he owned the tower, lived there or contributed financially to its construction.
From the beginning it served as a refuge for the defenders of the city. It was possible to snipe the area in front of the main wall from it and, after the expansion of firearms, powder and weapons were stored there. Until the beginning of the 19th century it was used for prison purposes. For minor offences, such as debts, slander, rioting, drinking low-quality wine and the like, the guilty were imprisoned in the stories. For more serious cases, a dungeon was set up in the tower. It had no windows and food was brought down from the floor. At this time, the tower was also used to order searches of prostitutes. Nowadays it houses a cultural centre, a gallery and a design shop.
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Charity
Why do the wealthy wicked boast,
And grow profanely bold?
The meanest portion of the just
Excels the sinner’s gold.
The wicked borrows of his friends,
But ne’er designs to pay;
The saint is merciful and lends,
Nor turns the poor away.
His alms with lib’ral heart he gives
Amongst the sons of need;
His mem’ry to long ages lives,
And blessed is his seed.
His lips abhor to talk profane,
To slander or defraud;
His ready tongue declares to men
What he has learned of God.
The law and gospel of the Lord
Deep in his heart abide;
Led by the Spirit and the word,
His feet shall never slide.
When sinners fall, the righteous stand,
Preserved from every snare;
They shall possess the promised land,
And dwell for ever there.
Psalm 37 Part II- Poem by Isaac Watts
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"Do not slander mountains by saying that the blue mountains cannot walk, nor the East Mountain move over the water.”
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La Fageda d'en Jordà és un bosc de faigs excepcional perquè creix en un terreny planer i s'assenta damunt d'una colada de lava procedent del volcà del Croscat, la qual ofereix un relleu accidentat, amb abundoses prominències molt característiques, que poden assolir més de 20 m d'alçada i que reben el nom local de tossols. Forma part del Parc Natural de la Zona Volcànica de la Garrotxa. Es troba a la comarca de la Garrotxa, a prop del coll de can Batlle i Sant Miquel de Sacot (església romànica, del segle XI) i del pla de Sacot i pel collet de Bassols se situa al flanc sud-oest del volcà de Santa Margarida.
Castellano
La Fageda d'en Jordà es un bosque de hayas excepcional porque crece en un terreno llano y se asienta sobre una colada de lava procedente del volcán del Croscat, la cual ofrece un relieve accidentado, con abundantes prominencias muy características, que pueden alcanzar hasta más de 20 m de altura y que reciben el nombre local de tossols. Forma parte del Parque Natural de la Zona Volcánica de la Garrotxa. Se encuentra en la comarca de la Garrotxa, cerca del coll de can Batlle y Sant Miquel de Sacot (iglesia románica, del siglo XI) y del plan de Sacot y por el collado de Bassols se sitúa en el flanco suroeste del volcán de Santa Margarita.
English
Fageda d'Jordà in a beech forest is unique because it grows in a flat terrain and sits on a lava pouring from the volcano's Croscat, which offers rugged, with abundant prominences very characteristics, which can reach up more 20 m in height and which are called local tossols. It is part of the Natural Park of the Volcanic Area of the Garrotxa. It is located in the district of Garrotxa near the quantity of coll Batlle and Sant Miquel de Sacot (Romanesque church of the eleventh century) and the plan to Sacot and the hill of Bassols is at the southwestern flank of the volcano Santa Margarita .
By William Shakespeare (c. 1609)
Fear no more the heat o' th' sun
Nor the furious winters rages;
Thou thy wordly task hast done,
Home art gone, and ta'en thy wages.
Golden lads and girls all must,
As chimney-sweepers, come to dust.
The sceptre, learning, physic, must
All follow this and come to dust.
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Fear no more the frown o' th' great;
Thou art past the tyrant's stroke.
Care no more to clothe and eat;
To three the reed is as the oak.
The sceptre, learning, physic, must
All follow this and come to dust.
All lovers young, all lovers must
Consign to thee and come to dust.
Fear no more the lightning flash,
Nor th' all-dreaded thunder-stone;
Fear not slander, censure rash;
Thou hast finished joy and moan.
All lovers young, all lovers must
Consign to thee and come to dust.
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I don’t believe in omens or fear
forebodings. I flee from neither slander nor from poison.
Death does not exist.
Everyone’s immortal.
Everything is too.
No point in fearing death at seventeen, or seventy.
There’s only here and now, and light;
neither death, nor darkness, exists.
We’re all already on the seashore; I’m one of those who’ll be hauling in the nets when a shoal of immortality swims by.
Arseny Tarkovsky
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La Fageda d'en Jordà és un bosc de faigs excepcional perquè creix en un terreny planer i s'assenta damunt d'una colada de lava procedent del volcà del Croscat, la qual ofereix un relleu accidentat, amb abundoses prominències molt característiques, que poden assolir més de 20 m d'alçada i que reben el nom local de tossols. Forma part del Parc Natural de la Zona Volcànica de la Garrotxa. Es troba a la comarca de la Garrotxa, a prop del coll de can Batlle i Sant Miquel de Sacot (església romànica, del segle XI) i del pla de Sacot i pel collet de Bassols se situa al flanc sud-oest del volcà de Santa Margarida.
Castellano
La Fageda d'en Jordà es un bosque de hayas excepcional porque crece en un terreno llano y se asienta sobre una colada de lava procedente del volcán del Croscat, la cual ofrece un relieve accidentado, con abundantes prominencias muy características, que pueden alcanzar hasta más de 20 m de altura y que reciben el nombre local de tossols. Forma parte del Parque Natural de la Zona Volcánica de la Garrotxa. Se encuentra en la comarca de la Garrotxa, cerca del coll de can Batlle y Sant Miquel de Sacot (iglesia románica, del siglo XI) y del plan de Sacot y por el collado de Bassols se sitúa en el flanco suroeste del volcán de Santa Margarita.
English
Fageda d'Jordà in a beech forest is unique because it grows in a flat terrain and sits on a lava pouring from the volcano's Croscat, which offers rugged, with abundant prominences very characteristics, which can reach up more 20 m in height and which are called local tossols. It is part of the Natural Park of the Volcanic Area of the Garrotxa. It is located in the district of Garrotxa near the quantity of coll Batlle and Sant Miquel de Sacot (Romanesque church of the eleventh century) and the plan to Sacot and the hill of Bassols is at the southwestern flank of the volcano Santa Margarita .
By William Shakespeare (c. 1609)
Fear no more the heat o' th' sun
Nor the furious winters rages;
Thou thy wordly task hast done,
Home art gone, and ta'en thy wages.
Golden lads and girls all must,
As chimney-sweepers, come to dust.
The sceptre, learning, physic, must
All follow this and come to dust.
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Fear no more the frown o' th' great;
Thou art past the tyrant's stroke.
Care no more to clothe and eat;
To three the reed is as the oak.
The sceptre, learning, physic, must
All follow this and come to dust.
All lovers young, all lovers must
Consign to thee and come to dust.
Fear no more the lightning flash,
Nor th' all-dreaded thunder-stone;
Fear not slander, censure rash;
Thou hast finished joy and moan.
All lovers young, all lovers must
Consign to thee and come to dust.
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Hey, Barney?
Yes Flynn?
I met you SEVEN YEARS ago today!!
Pfft, how could I forget? My life was so peaceful an' quiet before I got a little brother!
Dull, you mean!!
No, that's not what I mean! Honestly, I don't know what Hooman was thinkin'!
Aw, you love me really!!
Hmm, you've improved slightly over the years. Very slightly. At least you're no longer quite so... bitey!
Slander!!! I was never bitey. Not much anyway.
Hah! I'm old Flynn, not senile. Hooman literally used to call you "Lil' Brown Bitey Dog". "Bitey" for short.
She meant it affectionately.
Well, I always did say Hooman was weird. It's why I picked her as my Hooman... I thought she looked like she needed a nice sensible collie to look after her. Me.
Sensible? Hooman told me about the time you nearly dragged her under the wheels of a car cause you got scared of a circle of PAINT on the floor!
I was young! I hadn't seen paint in that spot before... it could've been dangerous.
I never did anything like that!
No, YOU were just bitey. Very, very bitey.
Shh! Anyway, Barney when did you meet Hooman?
Fourteen years ago. In fact, it was seven years to the day before I met you... Bitey!
February 19th is The Day that I get given wild young border collies - Barney & Flynn share their "Happy Gotcha Day!", 7 years apart. Barney arrived on the scene in 2008, when he was 15 months old & then Flynn joined the family in 2015, when he was about 21 months old. Both came to me after their previous owners couldn't cope with various behavioural problems. I had thought Barney was a handful as a youngster (yes, he really did get so spooked at a small circle of dry paint that he dragged us both into traffic)...
Then, along came Flynn & he made Barney seem easy! Flynn earned his nickname - I was bitten pretty frequently, for a while. Although, Flynn never, ever bit, or even snapped at a stranger, visitor or friend & he did have extenuating circumstances - an undiagnosed but painful illness... Anyway, Flynn is no longer called Bitey because it's a long, long time since he bit - instead, I (affectionately!) call him "Grumpy". Flynn is still an opinionated pup, just much more polite about it!
Haha, anyway, while we've had some slightly terrifying moments along the way, the collies have definitely been worth it. I am so glad they each found their way to me, I can't imagine life without dear old Barney, or his naughty little brother Flynn :)
Better Large-A re-cut of a previous picture that needed to be brought up to date. Driving through the US, I could stop and take pictures everyday, summer, winter, spring, and fall. Personally, I try to take pictures that represent a particular area. The northern Midwestern states bloom in the summer with the wheat fields! 0030
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Every Season Has Its Own Glory (JHWatkins)
Every season has its own glory,
Every purpose has its own time,
Every moment has its own story,
Every story has its own line.
I have walked deep into cities,
Shining brightly never to fail,
Listened to heart cries,
Lost in the morning,
Standing on corners
Stagnant and stale.
Where is the hope
That brought forth the laughter?
Where is the song?
The music unveiled?
Why are the choices so
Wasted and bitter?
Gathered in hatred,
Broken and pale.
I have seen (new) stars on the mountains,
Fed on the movement of heaven and earth-
Free on the framework
Of perfect perspective,
Fueled by the turning of terrible truth.
Come now and sing of mists in the forest,
Sensual sonnets of songs in the dirt-
Come and behold the delicate balance
Of seasons and reasons and rhythms
And birth.
There are the voices lost in confusion,
Crushed in the thriving, deepening swale-
Calloused and cold the circling conveyance,
Crippled emotion commotion prevails.
Beacons in quiet of last true performance,
Heralded nature in singular cause-
Perfect and pure
Though wasted and slandered.
Washed by confession
In smoldering awe.
Severed connections, squandered projections-
Revered reflections of stammering tongues-
Coined by controlling contriving convections,
In different directions now written in stone.
Now is the time to look to the heavens,
Now is the moment to take up the cause,
Now is the voice of blazing amazement,
Borne on the winds of the gathering storm.
Listen to stream, listen to forest,
Listen to flower, and staggering fawn-
Listen to voices rolling like thunder,
Come drink of the waters
And dance with the dawn.
Wrapped in the garments of natural beauty,
Facing the force of the burgeoning call-
Strong in the seasons of life and creation,
Firm on foundations that never will fall.
James Watkins 09-01-08
"Every good gardener knows that you can't chop weeds. You've got to rip weeds up by the roots. Otherwise, they will just keep coming back, and when they do, they're bound to bring more and more of their weedy friends.
It's no accident that God uses the image of a weed to describe a particular sin that has a way of creeping into all of our hearts . . . bitterness."
See to it that no one fails to obtain the grace of God; that no “root of bitterness” springs up and causes trouble, and by it many become defiled (Heb. 12:15).
4 Sure Ways to Spot a Bitter Root in Your Heart
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