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I was suffering from influenza from the weekend.
Now, it has become a little better.
Everyone care to health.
... Suffering is the substance of life and the root of personality, for it is only suffering that makes us persons. ...
America the strong, even on such a dark day, this 12th day of June 2016. Support to the family and friends suffering from such a terrible loss in Orlando this day.
The American Bald Eagle seen soaring over the mountains of Prince William Sound, Alaska
I heard on the news this morning that the Catholic church may not allow a Catholic burial for those who decide to end their life through assisted dying if this new bill gets accepted. I thought we were trying alleviate suffering in the world.....for all people. They did clarify that each person's case would be judged individually. This is where you hope the church will act with compassion.
This engine is suffering an identity crisis. ISRR 3043 sits on the southwest side of Indianapolis. It is a transfer from the Indiana & Ohio whose decals still adorn the locomotive.
Taken last Saturday from 6+ hrs drive plus 6hrs on site shooting and suffering very long weekend just to see rise of the Milky Way at this epic spot! Well worth it:)
After suffering a stroke which left him without hearing and speech, and completely paralyzed one side of his body, Abbé Adolphe-Julien Fouré, a priest, spent the rest of his life as a hermit in the cliffs of Rotheneuf, and beginning in 1870, began carving hundreds of fascinating, grotesque, and bizarre shapes, faces, and figures into the rock. As our B&B was 5 minutes away we went to see them. Most of them are quite faded now but you can still pick out several figures within the rocks.
The fruit of patience in all its aspects – long-suffering, forbearance, endurance, and perseverance – is a fruit that is most intimately associated with our devotion to God. All character traits of godliness grow out of and have their foundation in our devotion to God, but the fruit of patience must grow out of that relationship in a particular way. - Jerry Bridges
“There is the solitude of suffering, when you go through darkness that is lonely, intense, and terrible. Words become powerless to express your pain; what others hear from your words is so distant and different from what you are actually suffering.” -John O'Donohue
So on my day off, I had it all planned I wanted to take these photos, but this flu bug had other plans. Me being the stubborn person I am wasn't going to have it. So through the fever and nausea I got my shot!
Location: Baturiti, Bali
(straight from the camera)
Prayer on my Birthday, 28 February 2008:
I offer you, Lord, my thoughts: to be fixed on You;
my words: to have You for their theme;
my actions: to reflect my love for You;
my sufferings: to be endured for your greater glory.
I want to do what You ask of me: in the way You ask,
for as long as You ask, because You ask it.
I pray, Lord, that You enlighten my mind,
inflame my will, purify my heart, and sanctify my soul.
O, Divine Master, grant that I may not so much seek
to be consoled as to console;
to be understood as to understand;
to be loved as to love;
For it is in giving that we receive;
it is in pardoning that we are pardoned;
it is in dying that we are born again
to eternal life.
Ameen
The pain and suffering.... the brutal slaughtering.... the cruel death. This day is a day of rememberance, a day of painful memory. September eleventh, 2001 was a day of suprising terror. The country was butually assaulted by an evil to horrid to comprehend. The anger in the disturbed hearts of the Enemy was more powerful than ever. On this day, proud Americans were enjoying a great day of there lives, going about there ways in peace. It was unexpected, and awesome shocks of horror struck the hearts of these great beings when they faced their fates. The brutes attacked with no mercy, no warning, with reckless intentions. These corrupt men created an exceedingly wicked event, and sacrificed their own lives to deliberatly promote false beliefs and hate. This day, nineteen years later, after so much more pain because of this, I mourn alone. But the courage and intentions of our brave heroes is not forgot. Still, through all of my own pain and predicement, I remeber the noblety of him. My fathers spirit lingers on, despite the fear and hate, aswell as my memory....
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My 9/11 tribute. As you can see it's snowing.... e.e But I'm very fond of the building. Enjoy!
Thanks for the editing, Mike!
-Alexander
No one chooses his end. And yet, God allows doctors to shorten lives. When I asked Dom David about this subject, a silence came over the room where we had been speaking for so many hours: “Today, the problem of sedation is serious. We have to fight against intolerable sufferings. But if we do not feel pain anymore, life goes away. Now, with the progress of analgesics, we no longer feel anything. We no longer feel life. We no longer feel humanity. We no longer feel God approaching. Man becomes an abstract machine. Several brothers wanted to write instructions for the end of life. They refuse life-prolonging interventions, and they do not want deep sedation. We would all like to die in our sleep. The doctors induce artificial comas to be certain that the patient does not suffer anymore. Fear is a bad counselor. It is the ultimate antithesis of faith. Our materialist societies have an irrepressible obsession with pain. Why has our world forgotten that life does not exist without suffering? In the West, we are well-off, and we have trouble imagining the daily lives of the vast majority of mankind. How should I react when a ninety-year-old monk asks for a hearing aid? How should I react when this investment of three thousand euros could help twenty people in an African village? How should I react when a ninety-five-year-old brother asks for new dentures? When you consider we eat mostly eggs, fish, and little meat. . . There are hypochondriac monks. These are weaknesses. If a brother agrees to work on this weakness, a big step is made. His fault is shocking, but God pardons everything.”
-NICOLAS DIAT, A Time to Die Monks on the Threshold of Eternal Life
[QE] is having a special hunt for all those Goths suffering through the long, hot summer.
Info & links on my Blog ~ aznanasfandangles.blogspot.com/2023/07/070723qeg.html
I am missing my cell phone nokia x3 it passed away yesterday :S suffering from unidentifiable disease :S
long exposure cell phone screen
Xplored
Mark 13:19 “For in those days there will be suffering unlike anything that has happened from the beginning of the creation that God created until now, or ever will happen.”
Revelation countdown to nuclear meltdown:
Chinese Warship Attempts to Ram U.S. Destroyer in Taiwan Strait.
After suffering a knee injury, the recovery has been a slow process. My employer recently brought me in on light duties, and I started working on the Queensborough Rail Bridge. The views you get from the "office" are quite breathtaking... A new perspective of the railway.
I’ve already stepped in too many sins
I’ve already stepped in too many burdens
the pain has eaten into my feet like a parasite
and wanders along the legs
until it has consumed my entire body
at some point I won't be able to forget it
When it's burned into my mind
The photograph NOT the Artwork is my work, therefore my copyright is the photograph only.
There have been numerous images of remaining civilians, often elderly and infirm, eking out a miserable and precarious existence in ruined towns and cities, often living in basements. In this image, drawing on these news items, we see that the message of Easter is that Christ is alongside those who suffer, identifying with them fully [Exhibition text].
Golgotha 2022 exhibition of this and other paintings by the artist held at Ely Cathedral until March 17 2023.
chapter 2
"Suffering, or pain in a broad sense, is an individual's basic affective experience of unpleasantness and aversion associated with harm or threat of harm. Suffering may be qualified as physical or mental."
Thinking of putting something foreign object in Mr D's body.
No matter the lengths to which mankind stretches its hand to wound and destroy, the quiet strength of the divine endures. In the midst of suffering and decay, when all seems lost, God always finds a way to remind the world of His intrinsic grace. Delicate and yet resolute, the smallest flowers stand as a testament to this enduring truth; no matter how deep the darkness, light will always return. It often comes in the simplest of forms, to offer hope for the future and renewal for the soul.
'All conditioned things are impermanent, when one sees this with wisdom, one turns away from suffering. This is the Path to Purity. Buddha
Tortured trees on Oregon's highest mountaintop forest, Drake Peak, in the dead of winter under a glowing sunrise to the east.
What a marvelous place to camp!
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The climate change that the planet is suffering is warning us all that if something is not done now, there will come a time that will have no remedy, once again the scientific community has made it clear this week that we are not doing enough to limit global warming, climate change is not fiction or exaggeration, we must act now or never! Unless all governments change their energy policies, the planet will be uninhabitable, the UN chief warns, accusing some government and business leaders of lying about their commitments to reduce their use of fossil fuels and switch to clean energy. Although it is a critical situation and with a lot of pessimism, according to some studies, there are still reasons not to lose hope to try to remedy this serious problem, which affects and will affect many generations... let's act now! Let's tell those who rule that we want a sustainable world!
I encourage you all to contribute to this cause for the good of all of us.
As always, there will be many different opinions and thoughts on this, and everyone is respectable, but I think we can all agree that the earth is our home... and the home must be taken care of, right? ... because otherwise this will be .... Hell on earth!
Thank you all for your comments and fav!
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REFORD GARDENS | LES JARDINS DE METIS
Coucher de soleil, Sainte-Flavie.
Visit : www.refordgardens.com/
Photo taken close to REFORD GARDENS. (Sainte-Flavie)
Mrs Elsie Reford loved those beautiful sunsets.
Reference: Elsie's Paradise, The Reford Gardens, Alexander Reford, 2004, ISBN 2-7619-1921-1, That book is a must for Reford Gardens lovers!
''I shall always, all my life, want to come back to those sunsets.'' Elsie Reford, July 20, 1913. (page 25)
" It is just after 8 o'clock and I am sitting in front of my big window with the gorgeous panorama of a glorious afterglow from a perfect sunset. There is every hue of blue on the water of 'the Blue Lagoon' while Pointe-aux-Cenelles is bathed in pink and crimson and the dark hills of the north shore seem no further than two or three miles distant. I don't think in the whole world at this moment there could be anything more beautiful." Elsie Reford, June 2, 1931. (page 81)
''One thing I can do that no one else can is to pass the love that I feel for this place and this woman''. -Alexander Reford
Visit : www.refordgardens.com/
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From Wikipedia:
Elsie Stephen Meighen - born January 22, 1872, Perth, Ontario - and Robert Wilson Reford - born in 1867, Montreal - got married on June 12, 1894.
Elsie Reford was a pioneer of Canadian horticulture, creating one of the largest private gardens in Canada on her estate, Estevan Lodge in eastern Québec. Located in Grand-Métis on the south shore of the St. Lawrence River, her gardens have been open to the public since 1962 and operate under the name Les Jardins de Métis and Reford Gardens.
Born January 22, 1872 at Perth, Ontario, Elsie Reford was the eldest of three children born to Robert Meighen and Elsie Stephen. Coming from modest backgrounds themselves, Elsie’s parents ensured that their children received a good education. After being educated in Montreal, she was sent to finishing school in Dresden and Paris, returning to Montreal fluent in both German and French, and ready to take her place in society.
She married Robert Wilson Reford on June 12, 1894. She gave birth to two sons, Bruce in 1895 and Eric in 1900. Robert and Elsie Reford were, by many accounts, an ideal couple. In 1902, they built a house on Drummond Street in Montreal. They both loved the outdoors and they spend several weeks a year in a log cabin they built at Lac Caribou, south of Rimouski. In the autumn they hunted for caribou, deer, and ducks. They returned in winter to ski and snowshoe. Elsie Reford also liked to ride. She had learned as a girl and spent many hours riding on the slopes of Mount Royal. And of course, there was salmon-fishing – a sport at which she excelled.
In her day, she was known for her civic, social, and political activism. She was engaged in philanthropic activities, particularly for the Montreal Maternity Hospital and she was also the moving force behind the creation of the Women’s Canadian Club of Montreal, the first women club in Canada. She believed it important that the women become involved in debates over the great issues of the day, « something beyond the local gossip of the hour ». Her acquaintance with Lord Grey, the Governor-General of Canada from 1904 to 1911, led to her involvement in organizing, in 1908, Québec City’s tercentennial celebrations. The event was one of many to which she devoted herself in building bridges with French-Canadian community.
During the First World War, she joined her two sons in England and did volunteer work at the War Office, translating documents from German into English. After the war, she was active in the Victorian Order of Nurses, the Montreal Council of Social Agencies, and the National Association of Conservative Women.
In 1925 at the age of 53 years, Elsie Reford was operated for appendicitis and during her convalescence, her doctor counselled against fishing, fearing that she did not have the strength to return to the river.”Why not take up gardening?” he said, thinking this a more suitable pastime for a convalescent woman of a certain age. That is why she began laying out the gardens and supervising their construction. The gardens would take ten years to build, and would extend over more than twenty acres.
Elsie Reford had to overcome many difficulties in bringing her garden to life. First among them were the allergies that sometimes left her bedridden for days on end. The second obstacle was the property itself. Estevan was first and foremost a fishing lodge. The site was chosen because of its proximity to a salmon river and its dramatic views – not for the quality of the soil.
To counter-act nature’s deficiencies, she created soil for each of the plants she had selected, bringing peat and sand from nearby farms. This exchange was fortuitous to the local farmers, suffering through the Great Depression. Then, as now, the gardens provided much-needed work to an area with high unemployment. Elsie Reford’s genius as a gardener was born of the knowledge she developed of the needs of plants. Over the course of her long life, she became an expert plantsman. By the end of her life, Elsie Reford was able to counsel other gardeners, writing in the journals of the Royal Horticultural Society and the North American Lily Society. Elsie Reford was not a landscape architect and had no training of any kind as a garden designer. While she collected and appreciated art, she claimed no talents as an artist.
Elsie Stephen Reford died at her Drummond Street home on November 8, 1967 in her ninety-sixth year.
In 1995, the Reford Gardens ("Jardins de Métis") in Grand-Métis were designated a National Historic Site of Canada, as being an excellent Canadian example of the English-inspired garden.(Wikipedia)
Visit : en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Elsie_Reford
LES JARDINS DE MÉTIS
Créés par Elsie Reford de 1926 à 1958, ces jardins témoignent de façon remarquable de l’art paysager à l’anglaise. Disposés dans un cadre naturel, un ensemble de jardins exhibent fleurs vivaces, arbres et arbustes. Le jardin des pommetiers, les rocailles et l’Allée royale évoquent l’œuvre de cette dame passionnée d’horticulture. Agrémenté d’un ruisseau et de sentiers sinueux, ce site jouit d’un microclimat favorable à la croissance d’espèces uniques au Canada. Les pavots bleus et les lis, privilégiés par Mme Reford, y fleurissent toujours et contribuent , avec d’autres plantes exotiques et indigènes, à l’harmonie de ces lieux.
Created by Elsie Reford between 1926 and 1958, these gardens are an inspired example of the English art of the garden. Woven into a natural setting, a series of gardens display perennials, trees and shrubs. A crab-apple orchard, a rock garden, and the Long Walk are also the legacy of this dedicated horticulturist. A microclimate favours the growth of species found nowhere else in Canada, while the stream and winding paths add to the charm. Elsie Reford’s beloved blue poppies and lilies still bloom and contribute, with other exotic and indigenous plants, to the harmony of the site.
Commission des lieux et monuments historiques du Canada
Historic Sites and Monuments Board of Canada.
Gouvernement du Canada – Government of Canada
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Malaxis monophyllos (Kleinblütige Einblatt, white adder's mouth), Leoben, Steiermark, Austria are suffering from the heat wave and the lack of rain. I have following this site for years and have never seen them suffering so much!
patron saint of poverty, those suffering from troubled marriages, widows, loss of parents, people rejected by religious orders, opposition of the Church, those suffering from difficult marriages, in-law problems, against the death of young children, for parents who have lost young children, people ridiculed for their piety, victims of adultery, and victims of unfaithfulness.
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