#meinrad

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Crown Prince Léopold Philippe Charles Albert Meinrad Hubertus Marie Miguel of Saxe Coburg, later Leopold III, King of the Belgians

Belgian vintage postcard

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a couple more icons for my silly ocs (ft my style starting to change hehe)

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By Meinrad Craighead

It's so powerful to see Elizabeth, the mother of John the Baptist, spinning thread and Mary weaving with it. This is an intimate family activity, and the weaving can happen only because of the spinning. I wish more liturgical art was like this

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Der Theodor im Fußballtor (1950)

Hans Moser (Theo Haslinger Sr.) & Josef Meinrad (Theo Haslinger Jr.)

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Meinrad Craighead (1936–2019) was an artist, scholar, and visionary, influential in the field of woman-centered religious art. Her work explores the human relationship to the Divine, particularly feminine images of God.

https://meinradcraighead.com/

Meinrad Craighead was born Charlene Marie Craighead in 1936 in North Little Rock, Arkansas, one of three daughters in a Catholic family. She discovered her love of art when her father gifted her drawing charcoal. She experienced her first "real religious experience" at the age of seven during an experience in nature with her dog.

Craighead was raised in Chicago, and attended Catholic school until she entered the University of Wisconsin, receiving a Master of Fine Arts in 1960.

photo:

Meinrad Craighead Mother and Daughter,

Meinrad Craighead Wolfmilk Nursing, 1992

Meinrad Craighead with her dogs Akkama and Brimos, photo by Gay Block 1999

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post inspired by: Weavers of Wisdom: Women Mystics of the 20th Century by Anne Bancroft

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#Meinrad #Craighead #MeinradCraighead #womenmystics #femalemystic #femalephilosophers #womensart #artbywomen #weaversofwisdom #PalianShow

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Praying With Images: Blood Mysteries

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Meinrad Craighead Praying with Images cut 1

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Agama the Lizard and Foxy the Lazy Fox (A short inspirational story by Meinrad Socien)

Agama had quick morning routines. Filling his belly was priority number one, but never allowing it to fill was his ordeal. So, he happened to meet his usual friend who was up to a hundred times his size, Foxy the lazy fox. The two had grown up together and had shared glorious moments not to be forgotten.

In the morning, they met. Confess, if their future is correct. Separate, hunt eat get fat.

“Each time I see you, my friend, you are running at supersonic speeds,” Foxy said, temporarily putting a halt to Agama’s dash. “It could have been interesting to watch only your skeleton running at this speed. I’d love to see it rattle and burn.”

“I have a meal to catch,” Agama said. “It is my priority. But should there be a need, ordeals can be addressed ahead of priorities. A meal is my priority. Life is my ordeal.”

Agama sped past. Throwing his body in the air, covering distances between rocks with jumps and briefly becoming airborne. The act of getting to the meal was exhausting and Agama’s worst fear was to arrive late. Today he was lucky.

A pride of lions were taking an early daybreak. No one would tell the kings when to work or rest because their work is usually easy to see when there is something to their credit. Agama’s breakfast climbed up and down the lion’s mane because it was attracted to the head region. The juicy green flies had picked up the scent of animal meat that the lions had eaten early in the morning. The smell was a signal and flies were answering quickly.

Agama was skilful. On two feet he jumped and caught a fly in mid-air. It was just an appetiser. He needed forty such at this dining table to walk off a lizard with no need for an extra supplement for the whole week. But halfway to the target, the lion roared, having noticed Agama diving into the mane.

Agama had heard the message. He was not going to overstay his invitation. He left, respecting his ordeal. A lion would not have taken a minute to end Agama’s ordeal if it ever wanted to.

From a distance, the fox was watching. So he waited for Agama in the path of the latter. “Well, your dining phase did not last long enough to tickle all the corners of your tummy.”

“Well,” Agama cleared his throat enough to offload his internals at once. “If you are digging through the refusal pit in the king’s compound, set your satisfaction standards lower. Even when you are digging after he has permitted you to do so, he may decide again and consider you a thief. Since you will never know which decision of his is final, take the fewest you can and take off.”

If you are digging through the refusal pit in the king’s compound, set your satisfaction standards lower. Even when you are digging after he has permitted you to do so, he may decide again and consider you a thief.

The fox laughed, his jaws separating wide, “He who set virtues that stop him from achieving his intentions, is scared. Fear is the enemy. Fear keeps you hungry.”

“If you wish, you can turn down a piece of advice, countering it through words of wisdom and they may help anyone while ruining you, Foxy. What qualifies words of wisdom is not the words themselves, it is relevance. I…” Agama could not finish his wordy response. Foxy had taken off.

Closer was a tree. A Martial Eagle had left a whole rabbit on the top branch. Habitually the Martial would let its prey roast on tree tops in the scorching heat of the savannah. It would wait for the result at the end of the day. A tender sun-cooked meat.

Having located the rabbit through scent, Foxy climbed the tree. He salivated on the rabbit. In his words, he was, ‘marinating the rabbit with oral spices.’ He dissected it into two and left one half as he climbed down with another.

In a cave nearby, Foxy ate steadfastly and his belly was full. He contemplated snatching the remaining piece of the rabbit. But just in time Agama, who had been looking for Foxy entered the cave and warned, “The Martial would not want you to steal from him for the second time.”

“You know I usually go back and steal the remaining meal. Why are you trying to stop me now?” Foxy licked his mouth, wiping it clean of the blood stains.

“I have noticed what the Masai humans do when they steal from lions.” Agama gestured in the direction he wanted them to take, leaving the cave. He was like a tour guide. But Foxy was not in love with the direction he was being led.

“What silly humans do?” Foxy was unconcerned. He was trying to close this dry conversation with his friend. It was only respect that was stopping him. He needed to be up in the tree and steal the remaining meat.

Agama convinced his friend to follow him. They rushed through the jungle until they rested on top of a rock pile mother nature had arranged millions of years ago to be Agama’s “viewpoint”.

“Do you see the lions,” Agama said, lying flat on the rock to capture the reserves of its heat. I want you to observe closely.”

“You just took me to a rock because you love sun basking here,” Foxy said in a giving-up gesture, feigning to return to his routines. “It is not a legend that lizards die of heat, cooked alive, enjoying the heat of the rocks. You came here to show me how you die?”

“Look,” the lizard calmly gestured with the head where the lions were beginning to dig into their buffalo meal. “The Masai men are getting closer, and they will rob the lions in daylight.”

Three Masai humans imposed themselves as the real threat to the lions. In a rare display of confidence, they kept advancing towards where the lions had started to dissect the Buffalo. Agama commended as the lions dispersed leaving all their meat to the there humans, “If you must steal from the king of the jungle. You need to believe that you are unstoppable. Once you start walking towards your target. Do not pull back. Because your target can turn you into its target once you give it your back.”

“So, am I here to be taught about how lions are chased away by the Three Musketeers? Coach?” Foxy looked down on Agama. Sitting down with his forward legs upright.

“No,” the lizard shook its rock-hard head. “Since you are a thief. You are here to witness and learn from the Masai method of stealing.”

Two Masai men remained in standing position, their weapons in ready position. Lions were observed at a nearer distance. One Masai man dissected two hind drumsticks with haste. Once done the three men walked off.

“Have you noticed that the lions were not afraid of humans, it is just that their confidence could not match that of the humans,” Agama said as he started to retreat from the rocky outcrops. “And before the Masai left, the lions were already getting closer to their kill. Meaning, humans could have been in trouble if they had delayed.”

“I don’t care,” the fox interjected. “I don’t steal from lions and I am not a human.”

“Learn from humans. Do not overstay your invitation, and when you rob allow perfect trimming to trick those you robbed to feel as if they have not been robbed. Leave something behind for them to feast on and forget about you as you depart.” Agama could see that his friend was feeling accused of being greedy. But he finalised the advice before calling it a day, “Bravery without strategy is a waste.”

The two friends headed separate ways. The lizard went to find a mate; the fox retreated into the covers of its burrow waiting for time to pass. And, of course, as time passed the advice from Agama quickly lost its grip in the cores of the Fox’s memory.

Three days passed and these friends could not and were not going to meet in the future either. On the fourth day, The Marshal left its rabbit prey to cook on the same tree top. Foxy stole his share and returned for the remainder.

The Martial quickly came to notice. It followed behind and grabbed Foxy off his feet and took him away. This is the day Foxy became died. His flesh fed the Martial Eagle that once fed him.

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die bettelprinzess, bruno voges 1974

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bezaubernde arabella, axel von ambesser 1959

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Howard Schnellenberger

Physique: Husky Build Height: 6' 1" (185cm)

Howard Leslie Schnellenberger (March 16, 1934 – March 27, 2021; aged 87) was an American football coach with long service at both the professional and college levels. He held head coaching positions with the NFL's Baltimore Colts and in college for the University of Miami, University of Oklahoma, University of Louisville, and Florida Atlantic University. He won a national championship with Miami in 1983. Schnellenberger worked extensively as an assistant coach at the college and professional levels, including as part of the staff of the undefeated 1972 Miami Dolphins.

From his white hair, bushy mustache, blazer-wearing and ever-present pipe made him look more businessman than football coach, he was one sexy man. And with that low voice of his…forget about it. Mmmmmm.

Born in Saint Meinrad, Indiana, Schnellenberger graduated from Flaget High School in Louisville, Kentucky, where he played football, basketball, and baseball and earned a scholarship to the University of Kentucky. Apparently, he was an elite tight end for the Kentucky Wildcats, being named a 1955 All-American.

He was married to his former cheerleader of a wife for over 62 years; they had three sons. I’m projecting here, but I wonder if they’re swingers. Probably not, but if they were, I wouldn’t be surprised. I personally would waste no time in tapping both of them in some serious 3-way action. Again my fruitful imagination is running away again. Schnellenberger died on March 27, 2021, in Boca Raton, Florida, eleven days following his 87th birthday.

Years Active: 1959–2011

Head Coaching Record Overall: 158–151–3 (college), 4–13 (NFL) Bowls: 6���0 Tournaments 2–1 (NCAA D-I-AA playoffs)

Accomplishments and Honors Championships: National (1983), Sun Belt (2007) Awards: Eddie Robinson Coach of the Year Award (1983), Paul "Bear" Bryant Lifetime Achievement Award (2021)

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Elisabeth Gabriele Valérie Marie of Bavaria, Queen consort of the Belgians and Prince Léopold Philippe Charles Albert Meinrad Hubert Marie Michel, later King Leopold III of Belgium

Belgian vintage postcard

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Kunstmuseum Liechtenstein - Heinrich Degelo, Meinrad Morger, Christian Kerez

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Josef Meinrad (21.04.1913 - 18.02.1996)

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Autumn Court

The Family 1/8

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ACOTAR to me has always had so much potential but it was just ruined by it's execution. however, I am a grown woman (I'm 18) and I also have free time so I though, "Huh, why not do it myself?"

Hi.

This is a post on the Autumn Court and it's royal family.

What we know canonically of the Autumn Court, is that it's one of the Seasonal Courts in the south of Prythian and it's current High Lord is Beron Vanserra. Beron has a wife, who is canonically unnamed, and six sons. He also unknowingly adopted Lucien, who is actually the secret love child of his wife and another High Lord (who wasn't even a High Lord at the time of the affair... like talk about ego)

I did a quick google search (which was really just reading the AI answer at the top of the page) and found nothing on the meaning of "Vanserra" however, there was an answer on Beron. Could be an altered form of the French "Biron" or a Germanic pet name for the name "Bero". I decided to choose the German, so from here on out, the Autumn Court High Fae has German names.

Beron's wife, Lady of Autumn, I've called Friederike Vanserra (nee Sommer). As you can probably see, it's the German feminine form of Frederick. It means "peaceful ruler" and her maiden name, very obviously, means "summer". I specifically chose that name cause I like to think of Friederike as the complete opposite of her husband. She's always kind and gentle and is generous towards other people, even if they are meant to be "beneath her", such as Feyre in ACOTAR. In my mind, ACOMAF Feyre where she gives away her jewellery is an alternate Friederike if she wasn't married to Beron. And I like to think that as a child, her sisters called her Fritzi.

Beron's oldest son is canonically called Eris but I'm changing that. He was born Ekkehard Vanserra. He's the eldest son and has to deal with a lot of responsibility and he is canonically tortured by his father, as Cassian figured out in ACOSF. There are multiple different ways to spell this name, such as Ekkehardt or Eckhart. The name is comprised of the Old German "ekka" meaning "edge" and "hart" meaning "hard". I think this name is good for Eris, who has to be hard and strong in order to survive to kill his father and survive his brothers and just the overall court dynamics in Autumn. However, I do like the idea of Eris as a name. I like to think that Lucien changed his name after he fled the Autumn Court and Eris did so as well, as some sort of solidarity with his brother, and he just used the idea of "names have power" to throw off his father. Eris is actually feminine and she's the Goddess of Strife in Greek Mythology and she's either the sister of Ares, the God of War, or the daughter of Nyx, the Primordial Goddess of the Night.

Beron's other sons: Meinrad Vanserra, the second son. From the Old German "megin" meaning "power, strength" and "rat" meaning "counsel, advice".

Siegfried Vanserra, the third son. From the Old German "sigu" meaning "victory" and "fridu" meaning "peace". This is one of the sons Tamlin murdered when he saved Lucien, and I chose that because this is the same name as an old Germanic hero who was killed and I thought "Why not?".

Kunibert Vanserra, the fourth son. From the Old German "kunni" meaning "clan, family" or the similar "kuni" meaning "royal" and "beraht" meaning "bright".

Otmar Vanserra, the fifth son. From the Old Frankish "aud" or the Old German "to" both meaning "wealth, fortune" and the Old German "mari" meaning "famous".

Jost Vanserra, Beron's final son. From what I found, this name is the German form of the name Joyce which has quite a few variations. I also chose him to be the second son that Tamlin killed because what's more tragic than Friederike losing her two youngest children.

and finally: Lucien Vanserra. Lucien as a name is French, and it's the French form of Lucianus or Lucius, which were both derived from "lux" which means "light" so haha SJM his name means light and he's the son of the High Lord of Day. And as I said before, and as was seen before with Eris, I think that because no one knew that Lucien is actually Helion's son, and Beron thought he was his own, he was born with an Autumn Court name which he changed when he fled. I chose Levin, which is a version of the Old German name "Leobwin" which is "liob" meaning "dear, beloved" and "wini" meaning "friend." Because that's what is he is, a sweetie pie close friend to quite a few people.

I think the Autumn Court is so cool and interesting and if this were to take place in the modern times and they were just a rich family, I would hope to think that they'd be posting family drama on tiktok or reddit so we get to enjoy their drama.

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In 2002 artist and teacher Meinrad Craighead led one of her four-day workshops for a small group of women in Albuquerque, New Mexico. The lectures she gave during the workshop explore themes related to Meinrad’s emphasis on meditating and praying with imagery from all over the world.

With the generous support of the Resource Center for Women and Ministry in the South and viewers like you, we are now able to offer these lectures to the public.

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Queen Marie of Romania, King George V of the United Kingdom, King Ferdinand I of Romania, and Queen Mary of the United Kingdom, 1924

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Ferdinand (Ferdinand Viktor Albert Meinrad; 24 August 1865 – 20 July 1927), nicknamed Întregitorul ("the Unifier"), was King of Romania from 1914 until his death in 1927.

Marie (born Princess Marie Alexandra Victoria of Edinburgh; 29 October 1875 – 18 July 1938) was the last Queen of Romania as the wife of King Ferdinand I.

George V (George Frederick Ernest Albert; 3 June 1865 – 20 January 1936) was King of the United Kingdom and the British Dominions, and Emperor of India, from 6 May 1910 until his death in 1936.

Mary of Teck (Victoria Mary Augusta Louise Olga Pauline Claudine Agnes; 26 May 1867 – 24 March 1953) was Queen of the United Kingdom and the British Dominions, and Empress of India, from 6 May 1910 until 20 January 1936, as the wife of King-Emperor George V.