Wishing all the wonderful, selfless, fathers a fantastic Father's Day! I dediacte this Fire Chief Rose to my amazing father who I miss so much & love dearly! When my Dad was in hospial, I used to bring him this rose to cheer him up. One day a single stem had 24 gorgeous blossoms on it! It made for a bright & uplifting bouquet in his room.You are always in my thoughts & heart Papa.

An attempt to embed Puccini's Tosca in my self-written poem. The content of the work doesn’t represent my well-being ... I am drinking a gin tonic and "flirting only slightly with death" - smoking :) ...

Hope you will enjoy it ...

Cheers, Bes

E Lucevan El Stelle (Tosca) - embedded in my self written poem:

True love requires the great art of daring to dream awake with open eyes, to use the gentle wings of the imagination as a brush and the grey and desolate façades and streets as a canvas to clothe them anew with bright colours, to give them beautiful, gentle forms - to float with their lightness, to float a dark night on silver shining clouds under the bluish shimmering warm moonlight. To reach places and labyrinths where space and time dissolve.

However, true love is not readily accessible. She is the little sister of the soulless fear-demon, who stands protectively in front of her when an eager soul comes too close to her little sister.

"As proof of your true desire, I demand of you the courage - you must summon to prove your worthiness" she thunders menacingly. As proof she demands fearless, unconditional and selfless willingness to run with passion into her open knives. She invites you to an unequal duel on a cold and dark stage of a brutal dramaturgy where you meet your merciless antagonist who will not forgive any mistake or naivety. She is powerful, prosecutor and judge at the same time.

And if you lose the bitter fight, she will ask you as punishment in a mild but authoritative voice to turn your back on her and close your eyes. Then she will whisper lovingly and reassuringly "I won't kill you right away, I'll let your life escape slowly" and in the same breath ram a knife into your back, piercing your heart.

The deep pain pierces the whole soul

The limbs slacken, the body is one with the earth

The fear-demon applauds... and shouts in a rush of joy “Coda!!!!” (Final act in opera)

The pupils close with dignity like a heavy dark blood-red curtain after a stage performance

The song, conducted by memory, sung by the pain of lost love resounds deeply melancholy to pay its last respects.

Now you are a passive spectator of your own tragedy, listening to a music that was staged just for you:

Bes

"And the stars were shining

And the earth was smelling

The orchard gate creaked

And a footstep grazed the sand

She entered, fragrant

She fell into my arms

Oh, sweet kisses, oh, languid caresses

While trembling, I stripped the beautiful form of its veils!

My dream of love has vanished forever

The hour has passed and I die in despair!

And I have never loved life so much before!"

E Lucevan Le Stelle - Tosca (Giacomo Puccini)

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It's been dark since morning. Only the lanterns

The road is illuminated for random travelers.

They burn, and from night to dawn

We are accompanied in the dark of the night.

They stand shivering from the cold,

And they give us light in the pitch darkness

And they also have a lantern soul,

Exhausted by hopeless sadness.

There is a lantern, and each of us

He sees me off with secret hope,

That we will come back, and more than once

Let's look at the lantern with a gentle smile.

Admit it to me, at least one of us

Have you ever thought about lanterns?

And he saved us from the darkness more than once,

Tireless and so brave.

It's been dark since morning. Only the lanterns

They selflessly illuminate the earth for us,

And what's inside the lantern in the shower

No one will probably ever find out......

selfless

luminious

pure

Dieses Frühjahr ist ein Zwergtaucher in meiner Nachbarschaft aufgetaucht. Ich hatte ihn schon Mitte März entdeckt, konnte ihn aber erst jetzt aus der Nähe fotografieren. Er hat sich fein angezogen, aber soweit ich es gesehen habe ist er allein unterwegs. Ich hoffe, dass er/sie noch einen Partner oder Partnerin findet. Mein Wunsch ist wieder nicht ganz uneigennützig. Vielleicht ergeben sich dann später ja Fotos mit jungen Zwergtauchern? 😇 Zwergtaucher sind gar nicht so selten aber weil sie so winzig und vorsichtig sind übersieht man sie oft. Aus demselben Grund ist es schwierig sie formatfüllend zu fotografieren. Wer hier mitliest weiß, dies ist eines meiner laufenden Fotoprojekte: In meinem Zwergtaucher Album kann man verfolgen, wie ich mich mit der Zeit näher an den Zwergtaucher ranarbeite. (Mein erstes Zwergtaucherfoto ist von März 22.)

This spring, a Little Grebe turned up in my neighbourhood. I spotted it a few weeks ago already, but I’ve only just managed to take images from a closer distance. It put on its breeding plumage, but as far as I can tell, it’s still on its own. I hope it finds a mate. My wish isn’t entirely selfless, mind you. Perhaps I’ll get some photos of little Little Grebes later on? 😇

Little grebes aren’t actually that rare, but because they’re so tiny, they’re often overlooked and it’s difficult to fill the frame with them. Anyone who reads this blog will know that this is one of my ongoing photography projects: In my Little Grebe Album you can track how I get closer to this little guy over time. (My first Little Grebe shot was made in March 22.)

One of the chief obstacles to this perfection of selfless charity, is the selfish anxiety to get the most out of everything, to be a brilliant success in our own eyes and in the eyes of other men. We can only get rid of this anxiety by being content to miss something in almost everything we do. We cannot master everything, taste everything, understand everything, drain every experience to its last dregs. But if we have the courage to let almost everything else go, we will probably be able to retain the one thing necessary for us -whatever it may be. If we are too eager to have everything, we will almost certainly miss even the one thing we need.

Happiness consists in finding out precisely what the ‘one thing necessary’ may be, in our lives, and in gladly relinquishing all the rest. For then, by a divine paradox, we find that everything else is given us together with the one thing we needed.

-Thomas Merton, No Man is an Island

“Summer is a period of luxurious growth. To be in harmony with the atmosphere of summer, awaken early in the morning and reach to the sun for nourishment to flourish as the gardens do. Work, play, travel, be joyful, and grow into selfless service. The bounty of the outside world enters and enlivens us.”

-Paul Pitchford

Wishing all the beautiful, selfless, courageous mother's of the world, a most special Mother's Day! You all deserve it, enjoy =)

In you, I know peace. You bring the gift of understanding, acceptance. In you. I know selflessness. You listen and provide insight, comfort. In you. I know forgiveness. You guide me back to myself, you light my way home. I am not lacking, I am not unfit.

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We all hold some opinion on Australian White Ibis; Bin Chicken to many, it is also an amazing bird: beautiful when landing against the light, a trooper with tough surviving skills and, as I witnessed from a hide last Sunday, a caring parent. This chick was thoroughly cleaned by its mother, with special attention given to its backside. Pity - just like its human equivalent, it will not remember...

(Threskiornis molucca)

A Hymn of God's Words " God's Love and Essence Has Always Been Selfless "

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Never disclosing or showing His suffering. God, He endures, waiting in silence. Not cold or numb, not a sign of weakness. God's essence and His love are always selfless. God gives His best, His best side He gives. The best things, very best things, He gives. For all mankind, He suffers; He suffers, bearing quietly. Quietly He gives, He gives His best.

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Never disclosing or showing His suffering. God, He endures, waiting in silence. This is the expression of His essence and disposition, of who He really is: the Creator of all things. God gives His best, His best side He gives. The best things, very best things, He gives. For all mankind, He suffers; He suffers, bearing quietly. Quietly He gives, He gives His best. He gives His best, He gives His best.

God gives His best, His best side He gives. The best things, very best things, He gives. For all mankind, He suffers; He suffers, bearing quietly, quietly He gives. Bearing quietly, quietly He gives; He gives His best, He gives His best.

from " God's Work, God's Disposition, and God Himself I" in The Word Appears in the Flesh

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Motionless In White - Eternally Yours

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Blow the bridge to the past

Wipe the fingerprints

Melt your heart encased in wax

Steal it with a kiss

Our fate engraved

Scar enslaved

As we mutually destruct

Repose, my love, I've sinned enough

For the both of us

In the name of love

I'm ready to bury all of my bones

I'm ready to lie but say I won't

So tell me your secrets

And join me in pieces

To rot in this garden made of stones

Eternally yours

Eternally yours

I feed like you taught me and selflessly swallow

We coalesce in darkness, so selfishly hollow

Examine the wreckage

Writhing in tempo

Invisible anguish, casting a shadow

And in the name of love

I'm ready to bury all of my bones

I'm ready to lie but say I won't

So tell me your secrets

And join me in pieces

To rot in this garden made of stones

Eternally yours

Eternally yours

As we rest in pieces, though I know not your name

I would suffer forever to absolve all your pain

And in the name of love

I'm ready to bury all of my bones

I'm ready to lie but say I won't

So tell me your secrets

And join me in pieces

To rot in this garden made of stones

I'm ready to bleed to make amends

And sleep in this dirt we call our bed

So tell me your secrets

And join me in pieces

To fall and rewrite the bitter end

Eternally yours

Eternally yours

Eternally yours

Eternally yours

Eternally yours

I'm more than willing to rot in hell with you

I'm ready to bury all of my bones

I'm ready to lie but say I won't

So tell me your secrets

And join me in pieces

To rot in this garden made of stones

I'm ready to bleed to make amends

And sleep in this dirt we call our bed

So tell me your secrets

And join me in pieces

To fall and rewrite the bitter end

Eternally yours

obey God | "God Himself, the Unique VI: God's Holiness (III)" (Part Four)

Introduction

Almighty God says, "Because the essence of God is holy, that means that only through God can you walk the bright, right road through life; only through God can you know the meaning of life, only through God can you live out a real life, possess the truth, know the truth, and only through God can you obtain life from the truth. Only God Himself can help you shun evil and deliver you from the harm and control of Satan. Besides God, no one and nothing can save you from the sea of suffering so that you suffer no longer: This is determined by the essence of God. Only God Himself saves you so selflessly, only God is ultimately responsible for your future, for your destiny and for your life, and He arranges all things for you. This is something that nothing created or non-created can achieve. Because nothing created or non-created possesses an essence of God such as this, no person or thing has the ability to save you or to lead you. This is the importance of God’s essence to man."("The Appearance of God Has Ushered in a New Age" in The Word Appears in the Flesh).

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Think of what, our Savior did just for you ....

Such, selfless, boundless love ....

I hope you know Jesus,, as your precious, Lord and Savior .

For HE Loves, and cares, for you so much !

Wishing You A Blessed, Wonderful Good Friday ...

Thanking all the wonderful, brave & selfless veterans all over the world who sacraficed & served for us. We are grateful.

China is in mourning and in reflection.

Stories of great courage, sacrifice, selflessness, and love are flowing from the epicenter area in Sichuan in ripples upon ripples reaching far and wide touching everyone's heart.

Excerpt from the plaque:

Harbingers of Peace by Tamara Kwapich: Harbingers of Peace, inspired by “The Happy Prince” by Oscar Wilde, depicts a bronze horse as the compassionate prince. The two birds flying above symbolize the freedom and happiness the prince granted to the poor.

The artwork reflects the dual nature of humanity, selfish and entitled or selfless and kind.

Taken last Friday using A7RM2 using the CZ jena pancolar. We knew there was a fog forecast and as I rarely get a foggy photo we drove to this lovely wood near Louth. Unfortunately for my dreams of mist we were stuck in traffic behind two seperate tractors because agricultural land around here is all ready to be harvested so we should have expected it. Of course drivers were naturally being careful too so i'm not complaining. We should have set off earlier that's all. There was some mist left which kept drenching me when I was beneath the trees but I enjoyed myself and so did our two dogs. Jonathan said he did but he is such a selfless person he would say that anyway... I didn't take much close up but instead stopped the lens down to mainly f/5.6 or f/8 but don't remember which this was. The info actually showed ISO 1000 because it was fairly dull but the sun was trying to break through…

🎧Tune🎧 Bite my tongue, I wait my turn, I waited for a century, Waste my breath, no lessons learned, I turn and face the enemy, I'm not scared, just don't care, I'm not listenin', you hear? He's never there, I don't care, I can't tell you what and where......

Because it is the best people who can sneak in where the others made cracks in you.

You, you're my everlasting fire, you're my always shining star

Alessandria city bridge

The bridge over the Kupa River connects two Kalovac city districts, Dubovac and Drežnik. It was made in memory of the friendship between the city of Alessandria (Italy) and the city of Kalovac, and as a thank you for the selfless help that city provided during the defense of Karlovac in the Homeland War. It was put into circulation in 2005. In the foreground is a boat and the reflection of the bridge, and in the background you can see a part of the city with a fort on a hill and a small church dedicated to St. Mary.

The beauty of a Magnolia, neither plagued by self nor selflessness.

We went back Memorial Day morning to photograph the completed display of the 11,000+ flags honoring the memory of all the fallen heroes of the Armed Services.

With the Louisiana State Capitol in the background, this annual display is sponsored by the Gold Star Families of Louisiana and the Blue Star Mothers of Louisiana - Chapter 1.

Each flag represents a fallen hero from the American Revolutionary War to present day.

Let us remember the sacrifices they made for us to have the freedom we enjoy today.

Let us remember that they defended our right to freedom of expression as well.

Thanks for taking a look and as always, and for your wonderful comments.

I hope everyone has a Blessed and solemn Memorial Day.

a selfless reminder that days past too quickly.

it's hard to control everything

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im trying to catch up with everyone.

everything is different.

people move on and forget their past.

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thank you.

It's often just enough to be with someone. I don't need to touch them. Not even talk. A feeling passes between you both. You're not alone.

Marilyn Monroe

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Never Alone by Jim Brickman performing with Hillary Scott and Lady Antebellum

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lamb toy - MeHoney - Mabel ~@ FaMESHed X

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♫The hardest thing

You are not addicted to me

I'm the only thing you should need

You should be addicted to me

The hardest thing

I am too selfless to leave

You're the only thing that I need

You should be addicted to me♫

My painting on Sai Baba with 250 tiny images of worshiping place (one building /structure with one door but has dome of church with cross, dome of masjid with crescent and shikhara of Hindu temple with flag). For Sai Baba all religions are same and there is only one door (door of selfless devotion) to approach God.

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a) Fuji X-H1 + Anello adattatore Fringer EF-FX ProII + Sigma 105mm f.1,4 Art DG HSM (attacco canon).

b) Tempo 1/160s apertura a f.5,0 + 2/3 di stop (a mano libera no flash);

c) Focale nell'ottica 105mm, reale circa 157,5 mm, ISO/ASA 400

d) Tecnica di impressione del sensore (Tecnica dell'Esposizione a Destra)

e) Lettura Esposimetrica in Media a Prevalenza Centrale con esposimetro della macchina;

f) Messa a fuoco (auto);

g) File Raw/Raf - 144Mb convertito in Tiff;

h) Lux Ambiente indiretta fonte di luce naturale con cielo coperto pomeridiano, luce diffusa 6450° kelvin

i) Prima Post-Produzione per effettuare un minimo intervento del bilanciamento tonale nelle varie aree del fotogramma con Nikon Capture NX 2

l) Seconda Post-Produzione con Adobe Photoshop CS6 64Bit per il bilanciamento della compensazione dell’Esposizione con le zone d’ombra;

m) Postproduzione di correzione con CorelPhotoPaint X7 64Bit;

n) Post-Produzione di completamento con Nikon Capture NX 2;

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Guardate l’immagine, ascoltate questo brano e leggete le parole della poesia sotto:

Look at the image, listen to this passage and read the words of the poem below:

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Christina Aguilera - You Lost Me - Mi hai perso

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Abbiamo fame di tenerezza

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Abbiamo fame di tenerezza,

in un mondo dove tutto abbonda

siamo poveri di questo sentimento

che è come una carezza

per il nostro cuore

abbiamo bisogno di questi piccoli gesti

che ci fanno stare bene,

la tenerezza

è un amore disinteressato e generoso,

che non chiede nient’altro

che essere compreso e apprezzato.

……………………..Alda Merini

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We are hungry for tenderness

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We hunger for tenderness

in a world where everything abounds

we are poor in this feeling

which is like a caress

for our heart

we need these small gestures

that make us feel good,

tenderness

is a selfless and generous love,

that asks for nothing more

than to be understood and appreciated.

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In my Monday floral greeting today, I simply wish you a week full of love (fitting the photo's subject).

This love can take many different forms. The ancient Greeks, for example, made the following classification (if it's not exhaustive, blame the Greeks, not me).

There's romantic and passionate love (Eros), deep, trusting, and friendly love (Philia), familial and comradely love (Storge), unconditional and selfless love (Agape), practical and steadfast love (Pragma), self-love (Philautia), playful and superficial love (Ludus), and possessive and jealous love (Mania).

Let me know of any other forms in the comments.

I wish you all a noticeable dose of each, perhaps with the exception of the last one mentioned. Or a generous dose of at least one.

In meinem heutigen montäglichen Blumengruß wünsche ich Euch einfach eine Woche voller Liebe (passed zum Fotomotiv).

Dabei kann dies Liebe der unterschiedlichsten Ausprägung sein. Die alten Griechen haben zum Beispiel folgende Unterteilung vorgenommen (falls es nicht vollständig ist, sind also die Griechen schuld und nicht ich).

Da gibt es die romantische und leidenschaftliche Liebe (Eros), die tiefe, vertrauenvolle und freundschaftliche Liebe (Philia), die familiäre und kameradschaftliche Liebe (Storge), die bedingungslose und selbstlose Liebe (Agape), die praktische und beständige Liebe (Pragma), die Selbstliebe (Philautia), die spielerische und oberflächliche Liebe (Ludus) und die besitzergreifende und eifersüchtige Liebe (Mania).

Schreibt mir in die Kommentare, falls Ihr noch andere Formen kennt.

Ich wünsche Euch allen eine spürbare Dosis von allen, vielleicht mit Ausnahme der zuletzt genannten Form. Oder eine große Dosis von mindestens einer.

A Hymn of God's words "God's Love and Essence Has Always Been Selfless"

www.holyspiritspeaks.org/videos/hymn-gods-love-and-essence/

Introduction

God gives His best, His best side He gives. The best things, very best things, He gives.

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Never disclosing or showing His suffering. God, He endures, waiting in silence. Not cold or numb, not a sign of weakness. God's essence and His love are always selfless. God gives His best, His best side He gives. The best things, very best things, He gives. For all mankind, He suffers; He suffers, bearing quietly. Quietly He gives, He gives His best.

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Never disclosing or showing His suffering. God, He endures, waiting in silence. This is the expression of His essence and disposition, of who He really is: the Creator of all things. God gives His best, His best side He gives. The best things, very best things, He gives. For all mankind, He suffers; He suffers, bearing quietly. Quietly He gives, He gives His best. He gives His best, He gives His best.

God gives His best, His best side He gives. The best things, very best things, He gives. For all mankind, He suffers; He suffers, bearing quietly, quietly He gives. Bearing quietly, quietly He gives; He gives His best, He gives His best.

from "God's Work, God's Disposition, and God Himself I" in The Word Appears in the Flesh

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Wahat Al Karama is a permanent tribute to UAE’s brave soldiers and other Emiratis who made the ultimate sacrifice while serving the Nation. Wahat Al Karama is a place where citizens, residents and visitors to the UAE can pay homage to those who selflessly gave their life to a cause greater than themselves.

Wahat Al Karama” literally means “the oasis of dignity” – a fitting title for the site chosen to immortalise the names of the heroes who gave their lives for the UAE.

The Memorial itself comprises 31 massive aluminium-clad tablets, each leaning on the other, symbolising the unity, solidarity and mutual support that bind together leadership and citizens with the servicemen and women who protect them.

A wonderful visitor this September, a Cedar Waxwing landed for a drink at my Hobbit fountain. I don't see these birds all that often, so curious, did a bit of research on their symbolic meaning: "The symbolism of the waxwing totem is believed to teach selflessness and the practice of giving to others for their benefit, and not your own. Waxwings are traditionally associated with the politeness you should have when you give away to others the thing you have craved for or cherished for so long.

"Ducks can seem a bit skittish sometimes."

"Oh, truly sir, as matter of fact, somewhat capricious, even with a dab of salt."

"Hector, your claims are worst than the very flyovers that you proclaim they are. Butter it up a tad and perhaps, the selfless of us all might have a fighting chance."

"Do you mean dimensionally?"

"Hmm... maybe... but in truth, I was more hoping for a trisket, that could carry the basket and supply a transcript so as no one would wonder nevermore, in the Poe sense, of course."

ιиѕριяє∂ ву: ▶️Mɪɴᴀᴛᴏ Tʀɪʙᴜᴛᴇ

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A tribute to my all-time fav anime Naruto, that I imagine many will resonate with and take them down happy memory lane. The character in the shot is Minato, father of the series' protagonist, Naruto. Watch the tribute vid above Mɪɴᴀᴛᴏ Tʀɪʙᴜᴛᴇ for more background, a great vibe.. & to appreciate the photo more. Perhaps will entice you to watch the series, well worth it!

This also marks the beginning of my Anime & Naruto series, as well as yet an even newer/main & more versatile avi for this and upcoming Anime/Fantasy shots :)

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The story of Minato Namikaze, the Fourth Hokage, is one of unparalleled heroism, a brilliant mind, and an even greater heart. A genius on the battlefield, Minato was both feared and admired for his incredible speed and tactical brilliance. Yet, it was his final, selfless act—sacrificing his life to seal the monstrous Nine-Tails Fox within his own child, Naruto—that truly defined his legacy. In that moment, Minato ensured the survival of the village he loved, leaving behind a legacy marked by love, loss, and the hope for a brighter future.

~ тнσѕє ωнσ ѕтяαу fяσм тнє ραтн σf נυѕтιςє нανє иσ ςσυяαgє, вυт υи∂єя тнє ωιиg σf α ѕтяσиg ℓєα∂єя, ςσωαя∂ιςє ςαииσт ѕυяνινє." - Minato Namikaze

You keep showing me the green grass

It’s the path I must follow

The colour of renewal

The one thing I will always know

Is that you shimmering beside me?

It is you but not you

But I am comforted by your presence

I know that I am not alone

I can see my feet in the grass

Moving as if to go forwards

But I don’t really need them

Just a thought propels me onwards

Your light starts to enfold me

Keeping me from any fear

I had started to wonder

If any of this was really there

Now I know it was always you

There all my life waiting so patiently

Walking down the green path

Coming forwards to collect me

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This work for Easter Sunday was based on a vision I had while sitting in the church of Ripe, a village in Sussex beneath the Downs near where I live. I had gone that day to take some photographs of this beautiful place, one I had visited previously in my life from time to time. As I sat in the church the light came in the East Window and lit up the church. As I gazed down to the Altar and this light the church around me started to disappear, with the central aisle changing to a green path of grass. I rose to walk down it, but then I seemed to float instead. My feet seemed to belong to somebody else!

I became aware of a presence with me, and I really wanted to continue on down that path, but gradually it faded, and I found myself sitting back on the pew.

I took it as a beautiful gift, of reassurance at a difficult time, and one that I really needed. When I looked at my watch I realised half an hour had passed from when I sat down. At the time, the vision felt like just a few moments.

I eventually came out of the church, and the sunlight was so beautiful, with this dappled light under the yew trees. So I took some shots of this beautiful Cup that is sharing its life with me at the moment, and this is the result. The cup is placed on the tombstone of one of the first vicars of this church parish, dated from the 13th Century. Later, when I came home I wrote the poem, because I could not get the vision out of my mind, and to this day, I can still see it clearly.

The combination of the Cup and the beautiful light in this shot will always remind me of that wonderful vision. The Cup has a presence all of its own, and the gift of renewal is a promise that will be fulfilled when we walk along the Green Path on this Easter Day.

This work completes my Mini-Series for Easter and I would like to give my Best Wishes and love to all my friends and followers on Flickr, who have helped and supported me with such generosity and kindness, this work is for you. May Easter bring you peace, and may your God go with you. Shelley xx

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I have paired this work with Regina Spektor’s music track “The Call”, from the film “Prince Caspian”, an adaptation of the book from the Narnia Chronicles by C S Lewis. One day we will all hear the call to return. Please find link below.

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UPDATE...21st April 2025.

Many are reflecting on the death of His Holiness Pope Francis today, myself included. I can only admire with wonderment a man who was obviously determined to celebrate and share the sadness and joy of Easter with everybody on this earth one more time before he had to go. And Pope Francis passed on the day after the celebrations of Christ's Resurrection, so as not to take away the importance of Christ's Sacrifice and His Return.

With this selfless act Pope Francis has shown us the deep and abiding love he had for his saviour, Jesus, and the commitment he had to bring the love and compassion of Jesus amongst us all, where he felt Christ's teachings should always be shared; everyday people, ordinary people trying to live their lives in often very difficult circumstances, and this is the legacy that His Holiness will leave; that from humble beginnings we can all make a difference.

I am sure that this morning, Pope Francis was not alone when he walked along the Green Path. His God came to collect him, and walked with him through the dappled sunshine.

All my love as always to my friends and followers, and anybody else who finds themselves on this page, seeking validation or comfort, remember you are not alone.

Shelley xx

UPDATE 25th April 2025..

Dear Friends and Followers, I don't know what has happened this week - well, I do know, I've missed most of it with an unwelcome guest of a rotten migraine. I get them from time to time, as some of you know; and as all sufferers of them know to their cost, they can be pretty wretched, which this one was. I am still recovering..so please accept my apologies for my lateness in replying to you and my usual delightful chatty insights on your work! The sense of humour is obviously returning, so I will get to you when I can!

I will hold blessings and thoughts of all of you with me until then, and tomorrow as a great man of faith is laid to rest. Whatever God you follow, go in peace my friends.

Love Shell x

To all the beautiful, selfless, intelligent, fabulous woman, wishing you all an incredible, joyful day! Including my dear Mom who is amazng & beautiful both inside & out... keep healing =)

My annual pilgrimage a few days ago to capture this exquisite garden door. I get a photograph (or two dozen) of this door each year around this time when everything seems to be in full bloom. This particular spot is one of most favorite in KC. I hope it finds you all well. I want to wish all the mother's out there a happy day. Thank you for your love. To my wife...I love you so much. Your selfless giving never ceases to amaze me. To my Mom...Thank God for your love and encouragement.

Had to do a little research on this theme. Learned that dharma includes descriptors like: universal harmony, cosmic order, law of nature, steadiness and that it can be seen in nature. Here's what AI had to say about "Dharma of the Sun": The dharma (duty/cosmic law) of the sun is to provide selfless service, illuminating all beings, sustaining life, and radiating warmth unconditionally without expectation of return.

it’s been a while since i’ve had someone genuinely have my back. not that i ever really needed it, but when it’s selfless, it catches me off guard in the best way. it resonates deep within me in a way that’s hard to put into words. there’s something undeniably special about when someone’s words finally match their actions. he doesn’t speak for me, but he doesn’t allow me to be disrespected. it’s the quiet assurance that makes me feel seen and protected, without ever needing to ask.

Once upon a time, in the ancient town of Ravenwood, there stood a mysterious crypt, hidden deep within the depths of a forgotten graveyard. The crypt was known to be the final resting place of Lord Edgar Blackwood, a renowned writer of dark and captivating tales. Legends whispered that his spirit still lingered within, trapped in the realm of the living.

For centuries, the crypt had remained undisturbed until one fateful night when a bolt of lightning struck the decrepit tomb, causing its heavy stone doors to creak open. Inside, a lone skeleton lay atop a grand marble sarcophagus, a tattered quill clutched tightly in its bony hand. The spirit of Lord Edgar Blackwood had been awakened.

As the first moonlight streamed through the crypt's entrance, the ethereal presence of Lord Blackwood rose from his skeletal remains. Confused yet filled with a newfound purpose, he discovered that his afterlife had taken a curious twist. No longer was he simply a ghost haunting the crypt, but he had become a ghost writer, a specter with a talent for crafting tales of mystery and suspense.

Embracing this unusual fate, Lord Blackwood ventured beyond the confines of his crypt, seeking inspiration and stories from the living world. With each midnight hour, he materialized beside struggling authors, whispering words of encouragement and sharing his ghostly knowledge of storytelling. His spectral presence breathed life into their manuscripts, infusing them with a touch of his otherworldly magic.

Word of the enigmatic ghost writer began to spread throughout Ravenwood, and writers from far and wide sought out the crypt, hoping to receive the spectral muse's assistance. Aspiring novelists, poets, and playwrights would arrive at the graveyard, carrying their manuscripts and dreams.

The crypt became a sanctuary of creativity, where the writers would gather under the moonlit sky, surrounded by the quiet whispers of the deceased. Lord Blackwood, his ghostly form shimmering with an ethereal glow, would listen intently to their stories, offering suggestions and refining their ideas with his spectral wisdom. The writers, in turn, found their words flowing effortlessly, their pens guided by an otherworldly presence.

With Lord Blackwood's guidance, Ravenwood became a hub of literary brilliance. The town's libraries overflowed with spine-chilling tales and epic sagas that captured the hearts and imaginations of readers across the land. The ghost writer's influence extended beyond the crypt, inspiring a renaissance of storytelling throughout the town.

Yet, as time passed, Lord Blackwood felt a growing sense of longing. Despite the joy he found in aiding others, his own unfinished work lingered in the recesses of his ghostly mind. He yearned to complete his own masterpiece, a story that would stand the test of time and cement his legacy.

Determined, Lord Blackwood returned to his crypt, devoting himself to his own writing. Night after night, he toiled over his spectral desk, penning his final opus. His fellow writers respected his desire for solitude, knowing that the ghost writer had sacrificed his time and talents to uplift their stories.

When Lord Blackwood finally completed his magnum opus, a brilliant novel that blended the supernatural and the human experience, he chose a single writer to be his living conduit. Through a ghostly touch, he bestowed upon the chosen writer his final work, urging them to publish it under their name. It was his last act of selflessness, ensuring that his legacy would live on through another.

With his task complete, Lord Edgar Blackwood's spirit found peace. He returned to his sarcophagus, the quill slipping from his skeletal grasp as he faded into the eternal slumber of the crypt. Yet, his presence lingered, a gentle whisper of inspiration for generations of writers who would visit his tomb, forever seeking the guidance of the ghost writer who turned their tales into magic.

Я ридаю, сльозою тихою стікаю… за всіх отих мої жалі, хто бути міг, але немає…

Кость Шишко, Пісня дощу, 1965

“…. what kind of Ukraine is this? They shower it with hail, and it stands. They cover it with cruise missiles, and it stands. They cut it off from everywhere with tracked tanks, and it stands. They tell it directly that it needs to run to bomb shelters before air raids, and it went to shoot down planes. They shove a nuclear button between its eyes, and it laughs and silently continues to defend itself. The world does not breathe, and panics buy iodine in the face of the probable danger of radioactive contamination, and Ukraine stands.” /Vasyl Ivasyuk, Eparch of Kolomyia, March 20, 2022, Ukrainian Greek Catholic Church/

«…. що то за така Україна? Її поливають градами, а вона стоїть. Її накривають крилатими ракетами, а вона стоїть. Їй звідусіль пересікають гусеничними танками, а вона стоїть. Їй прямо кажуть, що треба втікати у бомбосховища перед авіанальотами, а вона пішла збивати літаки. Їй пхають межи очі ядерну кнопку, а вона сміється і мовчки далі обороняється. Світ не дихає, а панічно скуповує йод перед імовірною небезпекою радіоактивного зараження, а Україна стоїть.»

/Владика Василь Івасюк, єпарх Коломийський, 20 березня 2022 року, Українська греко-католицька церква/

"Ich möchte Leuchtturm sein

in Nacht und Wind –

für Dorsch und Stint –

für jedes Boot –

und bin doch selbst

ein Schiff in Not!“

(*) Lighthouse

I 'd like to be a lighthouse

in night and wind--

for smelt and cod--

for every boat--

but yet I am myself

a ship in distress.

A piece from the Hamburger Museum für Kunst und Gewerbe. Not for the religious reasons, but only for the hopelessly idealistic ideas, and selfless sacrifice.

The poem is from Wolfgang Borchert, a poet, author, playwright from Hamburg, who lived a very short, but prolific life from 1921 to 1947. A man with a giant heart filled with love and compassion, in a fragile body, murdered by the senseless war. A member of the Trümmer Literatur (rubble literature)

"Eros": The Shaftesbury Memorial Fountain in London's Piccadilly Circus depicting Anteros, ancient Greek god of selfless love (and brother of Eros)

Blue Heart Event, is a project whose origin goes back a few years ago, product of my experiences with autistic people in RL.

If Blue Heart Event made someone put their hearts in people with Autism, their needs, their problems ... I feel enormously happy, to have lit that spark. The work continues ... it is HUGE and any help may be imperceptible, but it counts ... and it must be done, in order to generate changes little by little.

Today I want to say THANK YOU, to all the designers, models, bloggers, collaborators ... to all the people that in one way or another united selflessly in this fight. All help is a treasure I will keep in my blue heart.

Das Wandgemälde von Mutter Teresa und Mahatma Gandhi in Chelsea, New York, ist ein Kunstwerk, das die beiden als Ikonen der Menschlichkeit darstellt. Es befindet sich in der Gegend um den Chelsea Market, einem belebten Ort, der für seine Kunstszene und kulturellen Vielfalt bekannt ist.

Oftmals sind solche Wandgemälde von lokalen oder international bekannten Street-Art-Künstlern gestaltet.

Das Wandgemälde würdigt Mutter Teresa und Mahatma Gandhi als weltweite Symbole für Selbstlosigkeit und Mitgefühl.

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The mural of Mother Teresa and Mahatma Gandhi in Chelsea, New York, is a work of art that depicts the two as icons of humanity. It is located in the area around Chelsea Market, a lively place known for its art scene and cultural diversity.

Such murals are often created by local or internationally renowned street artists.

The mural honors Mother Teresa and Mahatma Gandhi as global symbols of selflessness and compassion.

І закінчиться дощ,

І зійде сонце,

Злетять птахи,

І ти відчуєш це,

Якою б не була ціна.

І серце заб'ється частіше,

І промовиш пошепки - Україна!

Дмитро Касянюк.

Мурал під назвою "Заради свободи". Київ.

The mural “For the Sake of Freedom” is dedicated to the Ukrainian heroes who protect our independence.

The central image of the mural is a soldier, who has become the personification of all the warriors defending Ukraine. This symbol is a visual embodiment of the indomitable spirit and selflessness of those who risk their lives every day for our freedom.

The idea of the mural was initially only to depict a fighter, but in the process of work, new lines were born in the minds of the artists, which found their place on the facade.

The artists - Dmytro Kasianiuk and Marian Motruk