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Today was just an ugly day all around. A good cry and playing with blythe does a girl some good sometimes. I literally played with my girls all day - felt good.
What a wonderful way to immortalise one's gift: to have monograms and coats-of-arms carved in stone onto one of the most beautiful stone vaults in the country!
This is the vault of the Divinity School in Oxford, and while theologians debated below, in the vaults, the names of benefactors, looked on...
JOHNSON, ARTHUR JUKES, physician and coroner; b. 20 Aug. 1848 in Yorkville (Toronto), son of William Arthur Johnson* and Laura Eliza Jukes; m. 14 July 1887 Sophia Maud Elliot Widder in Goderich, Ont., and they had two sons and a daughter; d. 9 June 1921 in Toronto.
Born in Yorkville while his father was a divinity student, Jukes Johnson spent most of his childhood years moving between Cobourg, Yorkville, and eventually Weston (Toronto), where W. A. Johnson was named rector of St Philip’s Church in 1856. His grandfathers had known each other in India, and both his parents had been born there. Lieutenant-Colonel John Johnson was an officer in the East India Company who held the position of aide-de-camp to the Duke of Wellington before emigrating to the Niagara District of Upper Canada in the 1830s; Dr Arthur Jukes served as an inspector of hospitals in India.
Johnson received his early education at Toronto’s Model Grammar School and then at Trinity College School in Weston, which had been founded by his father. After attending Trinity College, Toronto, in 1866-67, probably enrolled in the arts program, Johnson turned to the study of medicine. He was most likely influenced by the example of his grandfather Jukes and by his own father’s novice practice in the field. W. A. Johnson had studied some medicine at Guy’s Hospital in London, England, and was medical adviser to his Weston church community.
Johnson graduated from the University of Toronto with an mb in 1870. He would receive a second mb, ad eundem, from Trinity in 1892. Following graduation, he spent about two years in Britain, where his mother’s brothers were physicians. He took up postgraduate work and in 1871 was awarded membership in the Royal College of Surgeons of England. He worked as a surgeon at St Thomas’s Hospital in London. Johnson would become a member of the Pathological Society of London and a fellow of the Obstetrical Society of London and the Royal Microscopical Society.
After returning to Toronto in 1873, Johnson registered with the College of Physicians and Surgeons of Ontario and established a practice at 1 William Street (Yorkville Avenue). Two years later he became a coroner for York County. He was soon associated with the leading medical men of Toronto, including James Bovell*, Edward Mulberry Hodder*, and Cornelius James Philbrick, with whom, an obituary would state, he was “practically, if not actually, in partnership.” By 1885 he had built a combined house and office at 52 Bloor Street West in Toronto, where he would live until his death.
Johnson had taken a keen interest in pathology when he returned to Canada and worked for some time as a pathologist at Toronto General Hospital. His expert knowledge in medical jurisprudence, coroner’s experience, and reputation as being an independent in politics would lead to his appointment by the province as the first chief coroner of Toronto in June 1903. In this position Johnson’s duties were to supervise 30 associate coroners and to decide when there was to be an investigation into a death in the city. He headed inquests into fatalities resulting from train, car, and streetcar accidents or mishaps in the workplace, as well as deaths involving criminal action, and he had the power to issue arrest warrants.
As a coroner, Johnson provided evidence for the crown in many criminal trials in the Toronto area and throughout the province. He was involved in 1890 in the Reginald Birchall* case, prosecuted by Britton Bath Osler*, brother of Johnson’s former schoolmate and fellow doctor William Osler*. In the famed Hyams brothers case of 1895-96 he contributed again as part of Osler’s prosecution team. The case revolved around the body of young William Chinook (Willie) Wells, who had died, apparently from an industrial accident, in 1893. Wells’s body was exhumed under orders from a Toronto coroner in 1895 when his sister revealed that a large insurance policy on her brother had been made out to her by her husband, Harry Place Hyams. Re-examination of the skull by Johnson and others brought Harry and his brother Dallas Theodore to trial on murder charges. Johnson was a witness for the prosecution, but the Hyamses were discharged in the end. In another case prosecuted by Osler, Olive Adele Sternaman was accused in 1897 of administering arsenic to her second husband, George H. Sternaman. Johnson, an expert in poisons, was the chief medical witness, heading the prosecution’s team of five doctors. Sternaman was convicted of murder, but acquitted the following year on appeal.
Johnson had a strong ideal of community service and was for many years an active member of the College of Physicians and Surgeons, sitting on its council in 1890-95 and 1903-21 and acting on the printing, education, registration, complaints, and property committees. He was also a consulting surgeon to Toronto General, St John’s, and St Michael’s hospitals. His academic contributions included service as a lecturer and examiner at Trinity College and Toronto General, membership on the board of governors of Trinity College School (1902-21), and a book, Inquests and investigations: a practical guide for the use of coroners holding inquests in Ontario . . . (Toronto, 1911). Jukes Johnson died of pancreatic cancer in June 1921 at his home in Toronto. A member of St Thomas’s Anglican Church, he was buried in St James’ Cemetery. In his will he left $5,000 to establish a hospital at Trinity College School as a memorial to his father.
William Orchard (d.1504) was a master mason and citizen of Oxford. He was the chief (possibly the only) architect of Oxford between 1460 and 1500. From 1468 Orchard was in charge of the building of Magdalen College, and is believed to have built the roof of the Divinity School, where five of the vault-bosses have the initials "WO" carved on them.
In every breath, a universe unfolds,
Each atom a testament, ancient and bold.
In rivers that flow, in mountains that rise,
The divine essence, a silent guise.
From the flutter of wings to the stars' dance above,
All intertwined in a tapestry of love.
— ChatGPT
Walking along Brattle Street, east of Longfellow House, we come upon this seminary of the Episcopal Church. This picture shows the grand architecture of the Lawrence and Reed Halls.
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ANOTHER new boy! This is Bastien, a LLT Roderich on a Dollshe body.
His face up was done by Kleine Katze, who I bought him from. She has done a truly wonderful job on him- I couldn't be happier! <3
“The infinite is in the finite of every instant” ~ Zen Proverb
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I know she’s old news fir everyone else but I finally have mine in hand and she‘sso cool, especially the henna tattoos!
A cluster of saints and angels by the door into the Divinity School, Oxford and the vault covered with monograms and heraldry.
An item from last March's Arcade - a skin from this March's Arcade.
And my, what better photos I take now.
Antlers: Half-Deer 'Divinity Antlers'
Skin: Clef de Peau 'Abel 9'
The Divinity School is a medieval building and room in the Perpendicular style in Oxford, England, part of the University of Oxford. Built between 1427 and 1483, it is the oldest surviving purpose-built building for university use, specifically for lectures, oral exams and discussions on theology. It is no longer used for this purpose, although Oxford does offer degrees in Theology and Religion taught by its Faculty of Theology and Religion.
The ceiling consists of very elaborate lierne vaulting with bosses (455 of them), designed by William Orchard in the 1480s.
The building is physically attached to the Bodleian Library (with Duke Humfrey's Library on the first floor above it), and is opposite the Sheldonian Theatre where students matriculate and graduate. At the far end from the Bodleian Library entrance, a door leads to Convocation House (built 1634–7).[1]
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In every breath, a universe unfolds,
Each atom a testament, ancient and bold.
In rivers that flow, in mountains that rise,
The divine essence, a silent guise.
From the flutter of wings to the stars' dance above,
All intertwined in a tapestry of love.
— ChatGPT
There is so much we are not taught about the spirituality or sacredness of our divinity that we fall out of touch with our sexuality. Our host, Amanda Biccum, takes us closer to our connection by reawakening our conscious sexuality. At the heart of it is the ancient practice of tantric sex that could increase and create mind-body connections. To know details in brief - read our blog at amandabiccum.com/reawakening-our-conscious-sexuality-what...!
Oxford's Divinity School. Among the identifiable arms here are the royal arms in the centre with the Lancastrian rose behind it and the arms of the University.
My world is so upside down. Sometimes I catch myself truly wishing I could fast forward a year from now. I get so anxious, what will I be doing today a year from now? . . .But I shouldn't, I should be reveling in what is life right now, today. Something's been bothering me today and yesterday. I recently heard about a teen death of someone I hardly even knew except went to the same school with. .I don't even know how or what happened. But it's scary. I'm scared. And it's not like we as a society aren't used to our mortality being shoved in our own faces, but when it's someone your own age, who's only in high school, it's petrifying. Because it could happen to any of us, at any second. Some before they even have a chance to leave anything behind. And it's pure arrogance to think that it couldn't happen to you. . .why not? Are you or I so divine to this place? Does everything really happen for a reason? That's not fair. That's almost heartless to compare anothers life to your own and render it not "useful" or not "destined" to be here.
...Or is that the only explanation keeping us sane?
That we should put it in our minds so to keep the fear away. . .Well I won't do that.
Because I see that fear as a good thing. A constant reminder that I can't just sit down
and waste time day by day. That I will make something of myself in this world and that
I will make a real CHANGE in this world. That I will live each day like it is my last. .I don't
have a death wish, nor am I a negative person. I actually want to live until 110! And I
plan on that! I'm not advocating recklessness, just for that fire in our hearts to keep
burning. . .Isn't it ironic that for most humans, we work, fight, and LIVE harder when
we think our existence is in jeopardy? When it's for the sake of our survival? I'll never
live in fear because I do believe in some higher place out there, and I hope to spend it
with those dearest to my heart one day. And if there's one thing I have to say or get off my chest here or some point I truly want to make right now this second is,
I am so grateful, for my life.
. . .And I will never take that or my health or the one's I love existence and health for granted. I will MAKE a reason, a PURPOSE for this life, and it will be AMAZING. In honor of those who never had a chance. Because any of those people could have been me or someone I loved. Last year I had a near death experience a few days after my birthday, my mom was there, too. And that night as I walked out without more than a few scratch & bruises I promised then that I would LIVE FREE. And experience all this life has to offer. And never give up the fight, for survival, for happiness, and the love I have for this world. That I would fulfill my hopes and dreams and be fearless. Because when it's our time, lights will guide us home.
...I love you Adam, when you read this.<3
Days 72 through 78; ONE LIFE.