THE BENEFITS OF ORANGE JUICE

 

THE  BENEFITS  OF  ORANGE  JUICE 1. Fortifies Our Immune System 100% orange juice can help improve our immune systems  through the high levels of Vitamin C. It is important to remember  that a single serving offers up to the double of Vitamin C that  our bodies need daily. So, in this case, a limited  but regular intake is preferred. Oranges are also known to contain ascorbic acids, a component  of collagen, which helps cells rejuvenate and promote the growth  of tissue in our bodies. Through these two nutrients, orange  juice can help to keep healthy and fight diseases. 2. Improves Digestive Health A healthy intake of fluids is key to creating a regular  digestion process. However, apart from supplying water,  oranges are rich in fibers. A small orange offers up to 3g of fibre,  two-thirds of which is absorbed by our body tissue. The remaining part stays within our digestive system, which acts  as a cleaning agent for our bowels. Studies have proven  that the daily intake of orange juice should be increased  steadily, and not abruptly. This will create a fiber spike  that could lead to diarrhea. 3. Lowers the Risk of Cancer While high intakes of Vitamin C haven’t been proven to cure  cancer, they are being injected in patients with great  results in fighting the disease. Vitamin C is reported to reduce the risk of cancer of the mouth,  esophagus, and stomach by up to 40%. These benefits are  due to citruses’ protective nutrients such as fibre,  potassium, and flavonoids. 4. Protects the Cardiovascular System Oranges contain Vitamin B9 and folate. These promote blood  circulation and purification by assisting in the production of  red blood cells. Two cups of 100% orange juice a day  for a month can lower blood pressure and improve the inner  lining of blood vessels. Hesperidin, one of the many flavonoids present in oranges,  is essential to maintain well-oxygenated blood flow. 5. Prevents Kidney Diseases The high levels of calcium and potassium contained in oranges  can help in the prevention of kidney stones. This is a painful  disease of the kidney that arises when oxalate particles  attach themselves to calcium particles. It is often caused by a misbalance in the levels of oxalate  and calcium. Assuming enough calcium in a daily diet can  maintain a normal oxalate formation in the kidney  and therefore is proven to prevent kidney stones. 6. Assists in Weight Loss Orange juice has been part of diets and weight loss programs  for a while. This is mainly due to the filling property  of oranges. The juice has a sweet taste but has a low  glycaemic index and fat content. These properties make it perfect for a snack when trying  to follow a low-sugar diet. However, nutritionists suggest  eating a whole orange rather than its juice. The squeezing  process could lower the number of fibres  that help in losing weight. Also, this could reduce the temptation of buying bottled  orange juices that contain added sugar. This would be  counterproductive in the process of losing weight. 7. Cleanses the Skin The vitamins C and E present in oranges help regenerate  skin cells. This helps reduce scarring from  blackheads and spots. Also, these properties can reduce the effects of the sun  burning by repairing damaged cells. Drinking orange juice  assists the skin in healing quicker when moderately damaged. 8. Reduces Wrinkles The anti-aging effects of anti-oxidants and citric acids  have been proven through a large number of studies.  Orange juice contains high levels of these nutrients and,  through a regular intake, can reduce the visibility  of wrinkles. Moreover, oranges are efficient in detoxing  your body and skin from impurities and toxins. To enhance the anti-aging effects of orange juice, mix it  with some other citrus fruits such as lemon or mandarin.  Grapefruit and limes are also great options to change up  your standard orange juice! 9. Improves Eyesight The benefits of Carotene and Vitamin A, both present in high  levels in orange juice, have been studied over the years.  Vitamin A is essential for good vision as it protects the cornea,  the surface of the eye. Along with carotene, this vitamin is part of a larger group  of antioxidants responsible for fortifying the immune system.  Orange juice can help you strengthen the membrane of the eye  and make it an effective barrier for bacteria or infections. 10. It Has Incredible Healing Properties Oranges are rich in flavonoids, such as hesperidin and  anthocyanins. They also have antioxidant properties that make  oranges essential in natural healing processes. These might prevent heart attacks and help in the process  of regenerating damaged cells. Orange juice is therefore  helpful during the recovery process after an infection or surgery. However, its healing properties don’t stop here!  It can be a great help in regenerating skin, hair,  and bone cells.

Amazing paintings from adhesive tape by artist MAX ZORN

Dutch artist Max Zorn creates paintings from the most common packaging tape. He “draws” his work on transparent acrylic, sticking tape over layer by layer and thus creating shades and color transitions. Due to the play of light and shadow, the paintings look very realistic, conveying the atmosphere and mood of the plot characters. He places his work on street lamps in various European cities. And the buyers of his paintings decorate their apartments with them, placing them on wall lamps.

NO ONE - by Ken M Ackerman

NO  ONE by  Ken M Ackerman I look side to side and all the way around, But there is no one here, no one to be found. No one to hold me close to them, and say That they shall love me forever and a day. No one to give me breath, when I can breath no more, No one to heal my heart, whenever it is sore. No one to love and no one to cherish, No one to love me until the day we perish. No one to share every moment of every day, No one to help me and take my pain away. Every day I reach out for someone to grasp, But I find no one here, and I've given up, at last. I guess the good things come to those who wait, And I guess I'll have to see if there is a thing called fate.

AS LONG AS YOU'RE NEAR - by Cristy Smith

AS  LONG  AS  YOU'RE  NEAR  by   Cristy  Smith   The first time we met, I could see, That you and I, were meant to be. Your eyes were so gentle, your smile so true, When you first held my hand, I just knew. Now the time has gone by, through laughter and tears, These days I shall cherish, for years upon years. Those memories we have, shall never fade, For those are the steps, that we have made. That was the past, the future is near, I anxiously wait, for what will appear. New homes, more laughter, and children so dear, Everything will be wonderful, as long as you're near.

WHAT I LOVE ABOUT YOU... - by Averil Binetti

WHAT  I  LOVE  ABOUT  YOU... by   Averil  Binetti The sparkle in your eye, The warmth of your skin. Your breath on my neck, That quivers within. The touch of your hand, The smell of your hair. The kindness in your smile, That strength in your stare. Your kiss on my lips, Your body near mine. The stroke of your touch, That feeling inside. The sound of your voice, Compassion in your embrace. The serenity in your stride, The power in your face. The calming of your presence, The beating of your heart. The promise of tomorrow, That we may never part. The beauty of your kiss, and that magic in your touch. It is for all these reasons and more, Why I love you so much.

THE BOOK OF HOURS - by Rainer Maria Rilke

THE  BOOK  OF  A  MONK'S  LIFE

I live my life in circles that grow wide

And endlessly unroll,

I may not reach the last, but on I glide

Strong pinioned toward my goal.

About the old tower, dark against the sky,

The beat of my wings hums,

I circle about God, sweep far and high

On through milleniums.

Am I a bird that skims the clouds along,

Or am I a wild storm, or a great song?

Many have painted her. But there was one

Who drew his radiant colours from the sun.

Mysteriously glowing through a background dim

When he was suffering she came to him,

And all the heavy pain within his heart

Rose in his hands and stole into his art.

His canvas is the beautiful bright veil

Through which her sorrow shines. There where the

Texture o'er her sad lips is closely drawn

A trembling smile softly begins to dawn ...

Though angels with seven candles light the place

You cannot read the secret of her face.

In cassocks clad I have had many brothers

In southern cloisters where the laurel grows,

They paint Madonnas like fair human mothers

And I dream of young Titians and of others

In which the God with shining radiance glows.

But though my vigil constantly I keep

My God is dark like woven texture flowing,

A hundred drinking roots, all intertwined;

I only know that from His warmth I'm growing.

More I know not: my roots lie hidden deep

My branches only are swayed by the wind.

Thou Anxious One! And dost thou then not hear

Against thee all my surging senses sing?

About thy face in circles drawing near

My thought floats like a fluttering white wing.

Dost thou not see, before thee stands my soul

In silence wrapt my Springtime's prayer to pray?

But when thy glance rests on me then my whole

Being quickens and blooms like trees in May.

When thou art dreaming then I am thy Dream,

But when thou art awake I am thy Will

Potent with splendour, radiant and sublime,

Expanding like far space star-lit and still

Into the distant mystic realm of Time.

I love my life's dark hours

In which my senses quicken and grow deep,

While, as from faint incense of faded flowers

Or letters old, I magically steep

Myself in days gone by: again I give

Myself unto the past: again I live.

Out of my dark hours wisdom dawns apace,

Infinite Life unrolls its boundless space ...

Then I am shaken as a sweeping storm

Shakes a ripe tree that grows above a grave

'Round whose cold clay the roots twine fast and warm 

And Youth's fair visions that glowed bright and brave,

Dreams that were closely cherished and for long,

Are lost once more in sadness and in song.

THE  BOOK  OF  PILGRIMAGE

By day Thou are the Legend and the Dream

That like a whisper floats about all men,

The deep and brooding stillnesses which seem,

After the hour has struck, to close again.

And when the day with drowsy gesture bends

And sinks to sleep beneath the evening skies,

As from each roof a tower of smoke ascends

So does Thy Realm, my God, around me rise.

All those who seek Thee tempt Thee,

And those who find would bind Thee

To gesture and to form.

But I would comprehend Thee

As the wide Earth unfolds Thee.

Thou growest with my maturity,

Thou Art in calm and storm.

I ask of Thee no vanity

To evidence and prove Thee.

Thou Wert in eons old.

Perform no miracles for me,

But justify Thy laws to me

Which, as the years pass by me.

All soundlessly unfold.

In a house was one who arose from the feast

And went forth to wander in distant lands,

Because there was somewhere far off in the East

A spot which he sought where a great Church stands.

And ever his children, when breaking their bread,

Thought of him and rose up and blessed him as dead.

In another house was the one who had died,

Who still sat at table and drank from the glass

And ever within the walls did abide

For out of the house he could no more pass.

And his children set forth to seek for the spot

Where stands the great Church which he forgot.

Extinguish my eyes, I still can see you,

Close my ears, I can hear your footsteps fall,

And without feet I still can follow you,

And without voice I still can to you call.

Break off my arms, and I can embrace you,

Enfold you with my heart as with a hand.

Hold my heart, my brain will take fire of you

As flax ignites from a lit fire-brand

And flame will sweep in a swift rushing flood

Through all the singing currents of my blood.

In the deep nights I dig for you, O Treasure!

To seek you over the wide world I roam,

For all abundance is but meager measure

Of your bright beauty which is yet to come.

Over the road to you the leaves are blowing,

Few follow it, the way is long and steep.

You dwell in solitude - Oh, does your glowing

Heart in some far off valley lie asleep?

My bloody hands, with digging bruised, I've lifted,

Spread like a tree I stretch them in the air

To find you before day to night has drifted;

I reach out into space to seek you there ...

Then, as though with a swift impatient gesture,

Flashing from distant stars on sweeping wing,

You come, and over earth a magic vesture

Steals gently as the rain falls in the spring.

THE  BOOK  OF  POVERTY  AND  DEATH

Her mouth is like the mouth of a fine bust

That cannot utter sound, nor breathe, nor kiss,

But that had once from Life received all this

Which shaped its subtle curves, and ever must

From fullness of past knowledge dwell alone,

A thing apart, a parable in stone.

Alone Thou wanderest through space,

Profound One with the hidden face;

Thou art Poverty's great rose,

The eternal metamorphose

Of gold into the light of sun.

Thou art the mystic homeless One;

Into the world Thou never came,

Too mighty Thou, too great to name;

Voice of the storm, Song that the wild wind sings,

Thou Harp that shatters those who play Thy strings!

A watcher of Thy spaces make me,

Make me a listener at Thy stone,

Give to me vision and then wake me

Upon Thy oceans all alone.

Thy rivers' courses let me follow

Where they leap the crags in their flight

And where at dusk in caverns hollow

They croon to music of the night.

Send me far into Thy barren land

Where the snow clouds the wild wind drives,

Where monasteries like gray shrouds stand

August symbols of unlived lives.

There pilgrims climb slowly one by one,

And behind them a blind man goes:

With him I will walk till day is done

Up the pathway that no one knows ...

René Karl Wilhelm Johann Josef Maria Rilke (1875 – 1926), better known as Rainer Maria Rilke, was a Bohemian-Austrian poet and novelist. He is "widely recognized as one of the most lyrically intense German-language poets". He wrote both verse and highly lyrical prose. Several critics have described Rilke's work as "mystical". His writings include one novel, several collections of poetry and several volumes of correspondence in which he invokes images that focus on the difficulty of communion with the ineffable in an age of disbelief, solitude and anxiety. These themes position him as a transitional figure between traditional and modernist writers. 

JOHANN HAMZA - German painter 1850 - 1927

Johann Hamza was a painter of genre who was born in Teltsch on 21 June 1850. He studied under E. D. Von Engerth at the Vienna Academy. Hamza exhibited in Vienna, Dresden and Munich between 1879 and 1890.

A leading exponent of genre painting, Johann Hamza was amongst the best of German genre painters. At a very early age he was already a consummate craftsman who conceived his pictures in a highly detailed palette.

Hamza painted with the intention of depicting striking situations, which appeal to collectors of extremely fine genre. The eloquence of his pictures result from his dexterity in rendering precisely the surfaces of all - materials, objects or figures in their grand surroundings. The light and dark colour harmonies and their skillful groupings attribute to his eminent placing in the ranks of German figure painters

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THOUGHTS ... by Ashley Peter Loasby

THOUGHTS  ...   by  Ashley Peter Loasby        I thought that I'd seen beauty I thought I'd witnessed grace, I thought that I'd known love 'Til I gazed upon your face.     I thought I'd felt my heart beat I thought my knees were weak, I thought I'd heard a songbird Until I heard you speak.     I thought the rose was fragrant I thought the sky was blue, I thought nature wonderful 'Til I first laid eyes on you.     I thought the sun was shining I thought I'd seen it all, I thought that I was standing Until you made me fall.     I thought my eyes were open Yet now I'm not so sure, I think that I may be in love Like I've never loved before.     I'll hold on to these feelings And keep them safe within, Until the time they're needed And true love can begin...