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I wanted to create a series a raw images that would showcase the work of my BFF LouLou Teichmann. She selflessly took much time and love to transform my bare sim into a winter wonderland. Unfortuantely, I don't think I could ever take enough shots to show all the ornate detail in every area my home. I figured I will would take a small set of pics each day, just to cover my favorites spots. Thank you, LouLou!!! I love you <3
"If no one else has made the attempt to tell you yet, let me tell you...You are a wonderful person. You have great talents inside you and you can achieve your dreams. Go ahead and live happily and spread selfless love everywhere you go."
~WL
Today, Memorial Day, with gratitude we remember and honor the selfless service of the brave men and women who made the ultimate sacrifice for our freedom and country. Their courage and service should always be remembered but on this day we pause as a nation to remind us of the price of freedom inspiring us to put aside our differences and live with gratitude & compassion. Raising of the colors at the start of the 65th iteration of the Penn Valley California Rodeo. OM Systems Olympus OM-D EM-1 Mark III Olympus OM Systems Olympus M.Zuiko PRO 40-150 f2.8 Olympus MC 2.0x Teleconverter #developportdev @gothamtomato @developphotonewsletter @omsystem.cameras #excellent_america #omsystem @bheventspace @bhphoto @adorama @tamracphoto @tiffencompany #usaprimeshot #tamractales @kehcamera @mpbcom @visitcalifornia @nevadacountyca #omd #olympus #microfourthirds #micro43 #micro43photography #olympusphotography #memorialday #pennvalley #pennvalleyca #pennvalleyrodeo #pennvalleycalifornia
I never really was very good at tennis anyway...
On a more serious note, how amazing is it that on the day before America inaugurates its first black President in history, we celebrate Martin Luther King, Jr.'s life and accomplishments? Kind of spooky, isn't it? For those of you abroad, here's a little tidbit, and a link to find more:
"Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr. was a vital figure of the modern era. His lectures and dialogues stirred the concern and sparked the conscience of a generation. The movements and marches he led brought significant changes in the fabric of American life through his courage and selfless devotion. This devotion gave direction to thirteen years of civil rights activities. His charismatic leadership inspired men and women, young and old, in this nation and around the world.
Dr. King’s concept of “somebodiness,” which symbolized the celebration of human worth and the conquest of subjugation, gave black and poor people hope and a sense of dignity. His philosophy of nonviolent direct action, and his strategies for rational and non-destructive social change, galvanized the conscience of this nation and reordered its priorities. His wisdom, his words, his actions, his commitment, and his dream for a new way of life are intertwined with the American experience."
For Theme Of The Week - Lying Face Down
Well it wasn't quite the height of golden hour but still pretty. This is looking towards Vancouver's West End. At 7pm it was amazing to hear the reverberating cheers, clapping, ringing, and banging of pots & pans all around us in support of all essential workers who are selflessly keeping things going right now for us all.
Since I've been doing photography, I've realized how many of life's moments we just fritter away and let slip through our fingers. There are memories we wish we could remember better, having them enblazened on our minds like the burn of a red-hot, branding iron, but which we lost the clarity of through the blur of time.
This day in 2008 was a stolen moment. It was a few weeks before Christmas, and I'd gone to see my former boss at the fabric store where I used to work before being layed off. There was a Christmas Parade, so I couldn't get through, and so I stopped along the river at one of the local parks to take some photos and kill time. Instead, I think I made it live.
During this time, my mother was dying. I was home almost 24/7 with her, and that one month was one of the only times in the last six years where I wasn't doing much photography. I didn't have time, and didn't have energy. Mom demanded most of my reserves, as she was a C.O.P.D. patient, and would go into respiratory failure. Only a few days after this photo was taken, she fell for her first and only time. I was getting very little sleep, and was afraid to leave her for very long, but she was doing better that day, and I needed to take a few moments for myself, which I felt incredibly guilty about.
The day seemed oddly blank. There was little color in it, and though there were countless seagulls and water birds, the reminder of impending death was there, as well. There was a bird with a gangrenous foot that I knew would die soon, and of course, my thoughts drifted back to my own life, and my mother, wondering if her oxygen was turned up enough, or if she was managing getting around the house without me there. It seemed that attempting to grab a few, precious moments for myself was not going as planned I don't remember much about the day except the few moments I spent looking out over the hazy, colorless river.
On Christmas Day, my mom passed away. sometimes I think if I'd known I would've lost her so soon, I wouldn't have left her side for a minute. Then again, it was the fact that I retained the memory of who I was that helped me get past the grief ahead, and the few quiet moments I had to spend with God that helped give me the strength that I lacked to go on. I learned through that time that you can give and give until you're spent, but if there's nothing left of you, there's nothing left to help anyone else with, either. Jesus said to love your neighbor as yourself. He didn't say MORE than yourself. It's not wrong to care about yourself. It's only wrong when you AWAYS place yourself before others. Some of us, like my mother, always put themselves in the Giver role, reducing their own self worth until they literally despise themselves. The unfortunate side effect of this is that they don't view others as better, or more deserving of the sacrifices they make for them, but rather, underneath it all, resent other people. It's a passive/agressive thing, I guess. I watched my mother do that for years, always sacrificing and helping, but letting herself go and suffering. She was bitter and unhappy. She felt guilty if she took care of herself. We're taught to be selfless, but on the other hand, we're people, each worthy of respect and dignity. Bottom line: you have to take care of, and care FOR yourself, or you're no good to anyone, including yourself, and including God!
So, this respite was a meager attempt at being healthy, and it's funny to me how it stands out in my mind now. You can't escape your troubles, but you can diminish them a little, it seems. It's a melancholy memory.
I posted this photo before, but this is a new edit. I'm taking advantage of Picnik's textures while I still can. This shot has three layers of texture on it. One wouldn't give me the effect I wanted. I hope it's not coming out too dark. The computer I'm working on today has a very bright screen, so let me know if it is, and I'll fix it!
This is exactly how I want to remember the Twin Towers, not the horror of deliberate Islamic terrorism and destruction on September 11, 2001.
Today is the 20th anniversary of that day. Please say a prayer for those who perished by smoke inhalation, burned alive or jumped as a desperate way of escape. (and all this for just showing up at work that day). Also remember the first responders who selflessly dug into the incredibly dangerous toxic "pile" when looking for survivors, which there were none of.
just this in the flow of the evening
prayer of the escaping breath
exposing the very inner heart ... beat, breath
not a right its
just when the self becomes
selflessness
Love is not about the beauty of the person, the positives that you gain from it, a person's beauty may fade but love stays beautiful forever. Its an inspiration to be selfless with a motive to be kind, trustworthy, think about things which are more important to your loved one.
The act of giving you, making you smile gives me more satisfaction than my own benefits. Loving you is not what i want to do rather its my need for me to be more human everyday as being with you makes me better. Time spent with you is devine moreover its my way of living, All I can say is thankyou for making me feel the way I do, I am blessed to be with you.
I just wanted to wish all mothers out there a Happy Mothers Day, especially my mother! There is no love as selfless as a mother's love. None of us would be where we are without your altruism. Thank you for being one of a kind and always caring for us!
“He taught me to appreciate the simple things—a walk in the woods, a fresh snowfall, a nap in a shaft of winter sunlight. ... he taught me about optimism in the face of adversity. Mostly, he taught me about friendship and selflessness…” John Grogan
To Toki, who taught me all of these things. I'll love you forever.
The nice thing about his dog collar and style today or lack thereof is that I wore it on a plane and no one questioned it. Or the funky bandage on my head. I didn't carry the tennis ball.
Thanks for looking and for your comments. I'm truly grateful.
ABOUT- "Toksik Jello"- The Story of Beanz is a concept short tale, which tells the story about a boy navigating socially between a wasteland of fragmentations and warring personalities.
The Story is about hypothetical choices...the "what if?".
A stroll along a path of freedom to make ones own mind on "who and what", is genuine and selfless!
Sometimes the choices we make are for the good. Sometimes it's for the bad.
Sometimes we have to dig through a field of Turnips to find a gemstone...Explore the "communites"/Islands, via boat provided
A break from all those landscapes you have been seeing lately.
Was mobbed by a huge bunch of kids in Kanchipuram. I promised (uhh .. selflessly :P) to shoot each one of them separately.
But that little brat in the background would pop in every time I tried to shoot someone ... here he is charging into frame again :))
" Choosing who you want to be with is like selecting a car you can rely on. Both take you on a journey of a lifetime with a sense of security and confidence.
Just like a sleek sports car, a select man needs to be finely tuned with top-notch performance, a powerful engine, reliability, lightning-fast response, and uncompromising safety. Smooth and effortless, always ready to conquer the road ahead! "
Forever & Always
Saphira 💞 Hansen
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🎧 AVENTADOR 🎵
www.youtube.com/watch?v=vEvBbNe3rqU
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Poem: Reaching New Heights Together 💞
High Performance Love, a bond so strong,
Together they reach new heights, all along,
No frames or limits can hold them back,
Their love propels them on a limitless track.
With every step they take, their love grows,
As they conquer new heights and overcome lows,
A love so powerful, it knows no bounds,
Their hearts intertwined, their love resounds.
Through his selfless love, she found a way,
To rule her life with grace each day,
And all around her fell into place,
As she basked in the warmth of his embrace.
He held her feelings and freedom too,
With tenderness that was pure and true,
Ensuring that all she loved was safe,
With every move reflecting his love's deep grace.
No need to worry or to fuss,
For he took care of everything that was,
Ensuring that her happiness was found,
And with his love, her heart was bound.
Through his actions, she knew his heart,
And in his embrace, she found her art,
For he was the one who made her feel,
That in his love, all her dreams were real.
With his love, her spirit succeeded,
Confidently ruling, with ease indeed,
His support and care, all she needed,
With his love, her heart was heeded.
Through his selfless love, she learned to soar,
And all around her was love galore,
With every breath, she felt his care,
And knew that love like his was rare.
Polished love, so rare and bright,
Dreamy feelings, oh what a sight,
Thanks to him, she feels complete,
A love so sweet, it can't be beat.
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“Try to forget what objects you have before you - a tree, a house, a field, or whatever. Merely think, 'Here is a little square of blue, here an oblong of pink, here a streak of yellow,' and paint it just as it looks to you, the exact color and shape, until it gives you your own impression of the scene before you.”
- Claude Monet
Soundtrack : www.youtube.com/watch?v=yINSui9nTKU
ECHOES IN RAIN - ENYA
A gift from a friend … the flowers, that is, and not the unexpected hitchhiker, but what a precious gift he is!! Just as well I love spiders!
; 0))) After taking his photo, I carefully captured him in my home-made spider catcher and set him down gently outdoors in my jungle where I hope he will be very happy.
Today marks the one year anniversary of Ciprian's passing. I have written so many poems over the years inspired by him. Here are three that I wrote recently. If any of you were fortunate to know him you will know that he was synonymous with yellow, the colour of sunshine, hope and happiness and more … Of course, I mourn the loss of him, but I also celebrate his life and the beautiful legacy he left behind.
CIPRIAN 1
A year ago you left the fields of yellow for pastures new
the footprints where you walked are still so vivid
with the glorious blazing trail you left behind
the imprint that you left upon the hearts of those who loved you
will never fade nor will the memories
like flourishing seeds you planted firmly in our minds
the golden daffodils once more in abundance in my gardens
adorn the lush green lawns like lemon jewels
the bitter-sweet arrays
survived the storms; the floods and some
the wooden bench that was blown over
not once, but twice, and now they stand erect once more
and shine like sunrays
time flies by on wing's of butterflies and angels
I look for signs to lift my spirits and bring me joy
you sent to me the biggest Hunter Spider
to appear on yellow a message that will buoy
you were a kind soul, so gentle and softly spoken
a true poet whose words could reach the weariest of souls
you never told anyone how they should think or feel
you allowed their stories to simply and carefully unfold
you showed true love with selfless acts of kindness
though you were fading and wracked with so much pain
you spared us the suffering of knowing
a gentleman as gentle as the softly falling rain
I thought I could not stay here long without you
but seems this place is still a home for me
where I can visit and read your words of inspiration
your pictures so artistic; such visual poetry.
To a great friend, poet and the epitome of kindness.
One year on, still miss you but I know you are everywhere
In the rain, in the yellow <3
To Infinity and beyond … simply é ...
CIPRIAN 2
It is difficult to comprehend
a whole year slipped by
a year of not hearing your sweet words
and I am a year older but for you
time stood still
and you will be forever the age
when I last heard from you
a year without your inspiration
so much has happened
your story did not just end you know …
you are still in my thoughts
you are still in fields of yellow
and daffodils that raised their sleepy heads
the storms have blown in one after the other
they are still tormenting my gardens
last night a tree was bowed down to the earth
picked clean of berries by the birds
especially the noisy greedy magpies
they have set up home nearby
they visit my gardens daily with their raucous cries
the tree may not recover
it is bent like an ancient being
pressed down with it's burden
I could tie it back with strong rope and goodwill
but it will never be the same
it is forever altered by the storms
they take their toll
they feast on carrion and leave behind mass devastation
vegetation under water
the swans and duck and other water fowl
love to swim and dive for fish
in these fresh water fields made by the torrential rain
and through it all I think of you and one day hope
to see your smiling face again.
CIPRIAN 3
How are you today I asked the daffodils
I am sorry you were plucked from the earth
I will keep you steeped in water
and when you wither and fade
I will return you to whence you came
you were a gift from a well-intentioned friend
she meant well and thought you would cheer me up
I love your unopened buds and your bright trumpet crowns
sunshine in a vase on my bathroom windowsill
I fetched my camera to take a picture of you
I did not at first see the creature with his hirsuit legs of eight
sheltering from the storms outside
he must have entered via the plughole in the bath tub
the childhood rhyme plays on within my head
“eensy weensy spider … “ you know how it goes
except the spider that captured my imagination
was one of momentous proportions
a hunter from the great outside I call fondly my jungle gardens
where all manner of creatures scurry roundabout
seeking shelter from the heavy rains and strong winds
twice I rescued your naturalised cousins from the lawn
first from Storm Ciara and then from Storm Dennis
the old wooden bench that adorns the patio
twice it fell and crushed your cousins
beneath it's wooden back
heavy as it was miraculous that they still breathed
they were fallen just as they had done in previous years
during heaving snowfall laying roundabout like fallen soldiers
but just as soon I saw their recovery like a miracle
and today they were standing up once more like sentinels
bravely they weathered the storms and won the battle
not a scratch on them unlike me
as I battle the scars I have sustained in recent weeks
they give me hope and so do you my indoor daffodils
shining like yellow trumpets bright
as the sun that will one day come
when Spring is so near I breathe a sigh of sweet relief
today the blossom on the distant trees catches my eyes
it is like a cloud fell from the heavens to adorn the trees
and in the farther distance behind the big house
where the white butterflies reside behind tall panes of glass
the dark grey paints the sky and we prepare
to batten down the hatches once more
the roof tiles have been re-affixed bar one
the tallest part of the old Dutch roof is hard to reach
it needs two ladders and at least two strong and able men
one to hold the other steady lest he fall
maybe one fine and sunny day
when the skies are clear and bright
that single tile that fell and smashed to smithereens
will be replaced; small miracle that the fallen daffodils
were not cut to ribbons by the sharp edges of those crocks
and blessed were we not to be
passing by at that solemn moment
lest we be cut as well …
Wordsworth wrote about you; he understood
how wonderful you are
and how you brought about this change in me as well
my friend was right; you do cheer me up
and yet there is a poignancy
for I would rather see a flower in a field
than cut down in it's prime to fill a jar upon a mantel or a sill
yet still it has always been the way of man
to imprison the beauty of the world for their own purpose
I am the guardian of the earth and know that freedom
is more than just a word; it is a gift
and every living thing; a daffodil; a human
has the right to breathe fresh air and not be interfered with.
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dont you love the natural guileless glee of children playing outside in the summer - the frantic frenetic scrambling, the manic screeching of joy, the complete unification of mind and body into a spastic mote of happy.
this young chappy jumped down the same 2 foot embankment of sand at the beach for an hour straight. each time, throwing his hands in the air and screaming joyfully like he had personally discovered sugar.
at what age, what moment do we lose that selfless abandon?
We have been asked to light a candle and observe a minute of silence in memory of the victims of the Bondi Shooting, Sydney Australia, a week ago today.
It was an action that shocked our nation but also brings home that hate has no boundaries.
Thanks go to all the people who helped out selflessly during great danger and mayhem. Including the emergency services personnel.
My condolences to all who lost a loved one to the violence.
Plus deep condolences to all those in the wider community who have lost relatives in the senseless wars overseas.
Let the light overcome the darkness.
Nikon F80, 50mm f1.8D, Kodak TMax 100, Exposure X7
The Battle of Britain Memorial, Capel-Le-Ferne, Kent, England
The National Memorial to the Few
Dedicated to the heroic and selfless deeds of the men who won the Battle of Britain, 10 July to 31 October, 1940.
Nikon F80, 50mm f1.8D, Kodak TMax 100, Exposure X7
The Battle of Britain Memorial, Capel-Le-Ferne, Kent, England
The National Memorial to the Few
Dedicated to the heroic and selfless deeds of the men who won the Battle of Britain, 10 July to 31 October, 1940.
Holy Relic from the Bones (Ex Ossibus) of Blessed Mary Magdalene Martinengo, Italian Capuchin Poor Clare Nun, Virgin, Mystic and Visionary.
Feast day: July 27
Margaret Martinengo was born into a noble family at Brescia in northern Italy on 5 October 1687. At five months she lost her mother, and her childhood showed a considerable precocity of religious devotion, self inflicted mortifications and spirituality, or psychological disturbances. Her determination "to imitate everything in the lives of the saints", though heroic, could hardly be called a wise program at any age.
When she was eighteen, she joined the Capuchinesses of Santa Maria della Neve in her native town. She was professed in 1706 and her responsibilities varied between Novice Mistress, which she held three times, and portress. In 1732 and again in 1736 she was superior of the convent, and was admirable in all these offices.
As a daughter of St. Clare, Sister Mary Magdalene soon distinguished herself by her modesty, patience and cheerful obedience. The hours prescribed for prayer and meditation, as well as the visits to our Lord in the Blessed Sacrament, were the most delightful hours of her day. Her humility and selfless love of God were adorned with the Divine recognition of unusual mystical experiences and the gift of miracles.
Sister Mary Magdalene had a particular devotion to Jesus Crucified, especially her sufferings from the crown of thorns. Her sympathy for her suffering Saviour was so deep that she was often found kneeling like one devoid of life. After her death a fillet of sharp points was found bound about her brow.
The fame of her sanctity caused many lay persons to appeal to her for consolation and advice. On such occasions she manifested the special gifts God had given her to encourage disheartened souls, to reconcile such as whereat variance with each other, and to bring sinners back to the path of duty. Very often she was able to read the thoughts of others and foretold future events.
Exhausted by labour and austerity more than age she died on July 27th, 1737 in the fiftieth year of her life. Pope Leo XIII Beatified her on 3 June 1900. The feast of Blessed Mary Magdalene is observed by Franciscans on July 27th.
PRAYER
O God, who hast given us in the virgin Mary Magdalene an example of innocence and mortification, grant that we may renounce all worldly desires and come to Thee by the way of truth and justice. Through Christ our Lord. Amen
kar saevaa bhaj har har guramath ||
Do seva - selfless service; follow the Guru's Teachings, and vibrate the Lord's Name, Har, Har.
This auntie did so much seva during Smagam. She always had a smile on her face. Just looking at her smile made me smile =)
Copyright Susan Ogden
Happy Veteran’s Day...and thank you all for your selfless service to our nation, God Bless each and every one of you for all you do, have done and will do.
Today thousands were celebrating from coast to coast, all the courageous veterans at the National War Memorial in Ottawa, Canada.
George Cross commemoration to LNER fireman James Nightall from Littleport This memorial was re-dedicated by inter alia Railway Unions on 10 Nov 2007, having been unveiled in June on the 63rd anniversary by the Duke of Gloucester. Possibly the reason was the demise of Network South East.
Read the story on p7 here
This source says the explosives train from March to White Colne in Essex was carrying 400tons of bombs. At Soham, the first wagon caught fire, and the fireman uncoupled this wagon and towed it away to safety at Soham station where it exploded, destroying the station completely and the signalman there. The engine's fireman,James Nightall , was killed instantly in the explosion and the driver badly injured. For this act of selfless bravery in saving Soham village from a massive explosion which would have killed many more two George Crosses were issued, one posthumously to Nightall and the other to Benjamin Gimbert the driver.
This plaque was unveiled to commemorated the unrelated electrification of the Cambridge- Kings Lynn railway line in 1992, although it passes through Littleport. White Colne is no longer reachable by rail.
Unrelated fact no 2. James Nightall was born on exactly the same day as my mother.
The names of the two LNER GCs are carried on two modern EWS diesel locomotives of class 66, nos 079 and 077, having previously been on earlier Brush - Sulzer class 47 locos 579 and 577.
According to @hammond381, this was done by Clement Freud,on 28th September 1981 at March North......the loco 589, Nightall was formerly 47183....D1788
Benjamin Gimbert GC died in 1976 aged 73
We are very much like these puppets, our strings are in the
hands of Almighty...
As i look at puppets i see how happily they surrender to
the wish of their master..and play their role on the stage &
yet come out happily !!
Yet they leave smile on everyones face....:)
Question to ourselves here ... are we ready to surrender our
lives to our master..the Almighty ?? and believe everything to
be His wish and come out with smile on our faces..of
contentment..feeling of Divine selfless love and care be it
in rewarding or testing times...???
Love makes it possible to answer all bitter questions and
logic plays of our mind. We become like puppets, change
our habits and moods for person whom we love deeply.
So as a gradual shift before loving Almighty, are we even
committed to love? It is love only which makes one reach God.
True Love is best bliss and then bliss of surrendership is
enhanced..as one leaves total control to Him. Can we control
deep sleep, dreams? Then why not leave control on one who
sees our best?
Loving God...is like loving Air..we know air's impotance yet cannot
feel love for air. To love someone we need that someone in person
live in front of us, and not just abstract concepts. Flower leaves its
fragrance so does God in Human form does it. Have we
smelled it ever???
If yes, then one will love God immediately and His wish will
be our wish as its love now which matters.
My selfless love is Prasangam with living heart:
www.flickr.com/photos/eyes_manish/215818072/
True love matters....nothing else matters.
Does anything in our life exceed than true love?? If yes
then we (the puppets of time) are also puppets of our
own mind!!!! Think carefully:)
So...Get Beyond Time and Mind; Feel Divinity..seek Divinity.
PS: See the tags too:)
Craft Project: Make a finger puppet and reflect.
Taken at the Preliminary Fantasy Fest Parade. Masks among my 'native' ancestors people are a powerful tool for evoking aspects of ourselfs in order to heal or empower. This mask in particular caught my eye as being a very healing one. Very different and its owner if anything selfless as he wore it.
This particular photo is dedicated to a flickr comrade by the name of Matty!
As he embarks on a new path may you have one mask that heals you whole.
lately, i have been thinking about life. my life. others lives. what i want to do with my future. i have visions in my head - how i want to live and i just wonder if i can ever make it happen.
i am thankful for everything i have. my family. the love. the loss. with the loss of one person or thing - i feel i have gained something i could have never had without it. my friends. wealth. health.
i want to do photography - obviously. but maybe something more like photo journalism. i want a job that will allow me to travel and see the world. sometimes i feel so stuck though. like i don't have the means to go to college again. i can't get approved for students loans & no money to pay for it myself.
i want to marry someone with a big heart. someone who wants to travel with me and see the world and learn. i want to have kids and teach them to be selfless and do good in this crazy world. i want my husband and i to join the peace corp and do something to help others - more good than we could probably imagine that we are doing. i want my kids to see other countries - rich & poor. i want them to learn languages. i want them to be exposed to cultures. i want to share these experiences with someone, not alone.
i am so scared i will always be alone. i am scared i won't find that guy to love me and share these things with me. i feel like i've found him but he is miles away and i am too scared to leave this stupid town alone. maybe he isn't as special as i think and i don't know him really well but my heart is telling me something is there. how am i supposed to ignore that?
"have I told you about the tension of opposites?", he says.
the tension of opposites?
"life is a series of pulls back and forth. you want to do one thing, but you are bound to do something else. something hurts you, yet you know it shouldn't. you take certain things for granted, even when you know you should never take anything for granted.
a tension of opposites, like a pull on a rubber band. and most of us live somewhere in the middle."
sounds like a wrestling match, i say.
"a wrestling match." he laughs. "yes, you could describe life that way."
so, which side wins, i ask?
"which side wins?"
he smiles at me, the crinkled eyes, the crooked teeth.
"love wins. love always wins."
~ from tuesdays with morrie, mitch albom
[hubbies theme]
Quote borrowed from John Grogan's beautiful book, "Marley and Me." If your family has a dog and you haven't seen the movie yet, SEE IT. I read the book first, but the movie was excellent too. Not just for it's portrayal of what a dog gives to a family, but for it's wonderfully realistic depiction of a marriage, a family and what it's like to raise children with your soul mate. I cry every time I see it, more than once, and I'm no movie cry-er.
[see tags, flickr friends admins, for the why]
This museum has impressed me profoundly. Indira Gandhi was a daughter of Jawaharlal Nehru, the founding father of modern India, and has reached fame as a long-term prime minister who steadfastly defended her country's sovereignty and unity. What has impressed me so much was that she could easily amass great wealth and live in luxury like the absolute majority of politicians do; instead, she lived very humbly and it was very apparent that her sincere motivation in life was to selflessly serve her country and people. So few politicians share Indira Gandhi's ethics!
Этот музей поразил меня до глубины души. Индира Ганди была дочерью Джавахарлала Неру, основателя современного индийского государства, и добилась собственной славы как многолетний премьер-министр; Индира Ганди последовательно боролась за суверенитет и единство Индии. Что меня потрясло это то что на этой позиции она могла стать невероятно богатой и жить в роскоши как делает абсолютное большинство политиков, но она прожила подчёркнуто скромно и было очевидно что искренней мотивацией её жизни было самоотверженное служение своему народу и своей стране. Так мало политиков в вопросах этики похожи на Индиру Ганди!
We are formed and molded by our thoughts. Those whose minds are shaped by selfless thoughts give joy when they speak or act. Joy follows them like a shadow that never leaves them.
Buddha
"Dedicated to the men and women of the United Sates Armed
Forces and to their families for their sacrifice and selfless service to our nation."
Jon D. Hair
Sculptor
U.S. Space & Rocket Center
Personality: Selfless, Captivating, Extraordinary, Forgiving, Gracious, Sympathetic, Emotional, Timid, Agonizing and Lost.
Likes: Animals, stars, light, crystals and Bea(mnf woosoo).
Dislikes: Fire, Dark magic, hurting other creatures, being alone and darkness.
Background: Phoenix exits beyond the veil..
In parallel world to ours in which only otherworldly, unearthly creatures exist. They are called spirits or shadows but they aren't connected to humans at all...
Phoenix was made by a very powerful witch.
She was a victim, an experiment and a mistake.
A human child forced to merge with an animal spirit should never exist, even by magic.
This act of magic was forbidden and dangerous, her maker almost died so she decided to burn her creation.
Phoenix perished but she was reborn from her ashes.
She tries everyday to find her path and survive in this alien world.
She doesn't want revenge, she is only sad because she was rejected by her maker...
Almost Summer, Thunderheads at Sunset, Rocky Mountain Front Range, Colorado
On “HOPE” - (July 8, 2018)
Thai Wild Boar Soccer Team and Heroic Rescuers:
“Dr. Jerome Groopman, Harvard Medical School professor, has carefully investigated the science of hope. He found that your brain pumps chemicals responsible for the hopeful sensation, which in turn block out pain and accelerate healing. Belief and expectation—the one-two punches of hope—release neurochemicals called endorphins and enkephalins that mimic the effects of morphine.
As a result [Dr. Groopman states], ‘Hope helps us overcome hurdles that we otherwise could not scale, and it moves us forward to a place where healing can occur.’ ‘. . . hope doesn’t directly lead to recovery, . . but it contributes to survival. . . .’ ‘Hope, I have come to believe, is as vital to our lives as the very oxygen that we breathe.’”
- The Survivors Club: The Secrets and Science that Could Save Your Life by Ben Sherwood, p. 318 (Trade edition 2010)
Fervent and hopeful prayers for survival of the 12-year-old Thai boys (Wild Boars soccer team), their coach, and all experts with "heroic selflessness and survival in their DNA" involved in the rescue efforts.
www.youtube.com/watch?v=hPoSOjTxqW0
It's Christmastime
There's no need to be afraid
At Christmastime, we let in light and we banish shade
And in our world of plenty we can spread a smile of joy
Throw your arms around the world at Christmastime
But say a prayer
Pray for the other ones
At Christmastime it's hard, but when you're having fun
There's a world outside your window
And it's a world of dread and fear
Where the only water flowing is the bitter sting of tears
And the Christmas bells that ring there are the clanging
chimes of doom
Well tonight thank God it's them instead of you
And there won't be snow in Africa this Christmastime
The greatest gift they'll get this year is life
(Oooh) Where nothing ever grows
No rain nor rivers flow
Do they know it's Christmastime at all?
(Here's to you) raise a glass for everyone
spare a thought for the yuletide and the deprived if the tables were turned would you servive?
(Here's to them) underneath that burning sun
there's no need to feel pain just selfless give a little help to the helpless
Do they know it's Christmastime at all?
Feed the world
Feed the world
Feed the world
Let them know it's Christmastime again
Feed the world
Let them know it's Christmastime again
I hope it’s noticeable in my work that, on the whole, I tend to avoid human made objects where ever possible. Lighthouses, however, are my single exception. I struggle to think of a better manifestation of the good in people: they are the concrete embodiment of selflessness, of camaraderie, of solidarity. It’s because of this that, to my mind, they taken on a personality of their own. They remain no matter the weather, doing all possible to warn and potentially save the lives of others.
I’ve seen this place in the best of conditions as well as the worst, but the light here, to my eye at least, somehow hinted at the dangers of the sea and how lighthouses nevertheless stand in the face of it.
Edited book cover, Divergent Trilogy, Book 1 by Veronica Roth. Cover art by Victo Ngai.
In the world of Divergent, society is divided into five factions - Candor (the honest), Abnegation (the selfless), Dauntless (the brave), Amity (the peaceful) and Erudite (the intelligent). Every year, all sixteen-year-olds must select the faction to which they will devote the rest of their lives.
Sydney
Excerpted from © 2007 THE GOSPEL OF FATHER JOE: Revolutions and Revelations in the Slums of Bangkok
One of seven graduations in preschools built illegally on squatter land in Thailand.
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God is not something out there, the slum priest had admonished me many times, and all the way to the end of my visits he would continue to do so, gesturing toward the sky or downtown's crazed congestion, repeating it long after I no longer needed convincing.
God is in our selfless action, in the acts of doing and giving and caring, in the smiles and in the laughter and in the kneeling, eye-level comfort. He/She is in the thoughts and words and movements of our everyday, in our friendships, in our families and in our friendships that feel like family.
And God is always found in the soprano voices and free thoughts of small children. He/She is there. We only have to listen.
For more information on Father Joe's work and chairty visit the Mercy Centre website or its USA tax-deductible equivalent here
Would you please be so kind as to CLICK HERE NOW PEOPLE DAMNIT. My eternal thanks for your kind and selfless gesture.
My gratitude for the selfless collaboration with textures and brushes to Lenabem- Anna www.flickr.com/photos/lenabem-anna/ and Jerry Jones
www.flickr.com/photos/skeletalmess/
Gracias por las visitas, amables comentarios e invitaciones
Thank you for the visits, kind comments and invitations
There are some that live
then there are some that live, nothing at all
they feel so little
and sense nothing
give so little, and take it all
they crush the selfless
in their selfish surge of dissonance
striking a fake chord in every way
what can their nothingness be called?
forgive me please, for this creed
as I'm yet hurting from such an act
quelling and dispelling
all I'd hitherto held so true
till today,
the sun showed the way
in the death of what we had previously seen
a million capabilities of life may extend
a hand, or two...
of nature's friendship, born so true...
by anglia24
19h35: 04/08/2007
© 2007anglia24