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Hello dear readers,  the above pics were taken some days ago. Because I am incapable of leaving my room for more than a few minutes at a time, my two favourite photographers take their cameras, (in this case, iPhones,) and share with me images from their walks as they go along. This gives me a sense of what it feels like to be out there. The last few weeks have been especially difficult, but I hope to gain a little mobility when the weather stays warm. Then I will venture into our garden, and sit beneath the blossoming magnolia tree again.

For now, I hope you like the pics, and I hope to return with something new to share; sooner rather than later.

Namaste from Amras.


“The wisest Spirit would not affirm dogmatically the point in which matter ends and Spirit begins.” ~ Chico Xavier.

Photography ©Amanda Moloney.

The Gift of Flowers

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Namaste dear readers, it seems that the primal cosmic kindnesses of shining sun and sky couldn’t wait for another day to display their love for the gardens of the earth. Or to put it another way, the sun came out and the gardens awoke; always a big deal in England.

I grabbed my stick, donned my hat, and took these pics to share with you. I sincerely hope you like them.

Along with my thanks to readers, I wish to thank *Salvino D’Armate, for inventing spectacles, without which, I, and many of you, I dare say, would not even be able to read this post, or ever enjoy the gift of flowers.

I wish you Peace in perpetuity, Amras.


 The world is dying

only for the people

who strive to kill it,

But for the people

who love and care

for the world, it is

just being born.

~ “For Dad” by Luke Moloney (aged six.)



* I wonder what he’s doing now.

Photography ©Francis Moloney.

On Dark Waters of Isis


Namaste, and greetings dear readers. Last month, our son, Luke, took these pics while boating on the Thames.  London seemed bluer than usual that day; nothing unusual about the rain though. Luke took these on his iPhone. The “UFO” over the battleship is only a reflected lamp. (Pity.)

I hope to return soon, and I wish you all a very happy day. Amras.


Dark is the world to thee; thyself art the reason why,
For is He not all but thou, that hast power to feel “I am I”?
Alfred, Lord Tennyson.


Photography ©Luke Moloney.

It Matters Not

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Namaste, I am experiencing one of those times when mobility is more painful than usual. Life is happening to me while I’m busy making other plans. Roll on spring, I miss the sun. I’m just looking forward to the good our tomorrows will bring when we keep on caring for each other.

My grateful thanks, as always, to those who kindly drop by this blog, (and special thanks too, to those who wished me happy birthday!). Please forgive me if I can’t always keep up with you.

About the artwork, I’m a poor poet, but I hope you like the sentiment.

Peace from Amras.

“This world is a miserable place for anyone who hasn’t learned internal harmony”  ~ Arthur Yensen.

Artwork ©Francis Moloney.

The Mystery of Gardens


“As much of heaven is visible as we have eyes to see.”

- Ralph Waldo Emerson.

After being bed-bound for some weeks, it was great to get out for just a few minutes, and to feel the promise of Spring in the sunshine on my face.  I painted the above to celebrate the outdoors; and the mystery of gardens.

Namaste, and peace, from amras.

Artwork ©Francis Moloney.

On the Twelfth Day



On the Twelfth Day of Christmas, I thought you’d like to see,

*Our New Year local jubilee.

Greetings, I hope the New Year is one of promise for everyone.  My sincere thanks to all followers and likers, for looking in. Together, may we keep on blogging, thus linking our corners of this wonderful world, with friendship and respect.

Namaste from Amras.

Photography ©Francis Moloney.

* Instead of a dozen plangent percussionists.

Now And Forever



Peace and Blessings, For Now, and Forever, from Francis, Amanda, Luke, & Caribbean Emily. 





On The Roof

But yet Happy Lonely

In the 1970’s, I left the suburbs for a while, to live close to the inner-city hospital where I worked.  No more green hills or tall trees in the park for me. I missed them. Far away, in a gap between tall buildings, stood a distant hill.  A sliver of green to keep me connected to the living land beneath me. This particular hill, as it happens, was used by the ancestors as a beacon of light to relay important news across the land. Therefore I also felt connected to the ground via time.

One night, I utilised a torrential downpour to partake of a free shower on the roof. Armed with a towel, and a bar of soap, I learned just how heavily polluted the city rain was. It took days to scrape the tarry filth off of me.

My ordnance survey map suggested that my flat was built over a ley-line.  It must have been charmed, because there was an amateur repair job visible on the ceiling where a German bomb had fallen through; and luckily didn’t explode. I knew the lady who slept in the room the night it happened.  Brave folk. How inspiring, the courage of our forebears in that war, and yet, how very sad, the scars that were seared into their souls, and which our generation inherited, and is still striving to process.

So, on a night when it wasn’t raining, I took one of the above photographs through a window, and the other from the roof, using my old Zenith SLR, and good old Kodachrome ASA/ISO 25, f-stop forgotten, but probably a 30 second exposure. Please excuse my archaic camera-speak.  When I showed the original slides to a favoured uncle, he suggested that they convey a sense of loneliness, yet somehow, contentment; and I felt understood.

This is an amusing memory of mine, one frozen night in February 1980, a disgruntled businessman, sacked from one of the offices I lived above, set fire to the building. I spent the morning standing in the frozen street, wearing only a dressing gown and slippers, a budgie cage in one hand, and a terrified dog in the other, while coughing from smoke inhalation, and responding with facts to the pointed and leading questions of a racially* aggressive CID officer. The house was saved, the perpetrator caught, and my flat stank. After that, I returned to the suburbs.

Although the old building that contained my flat was pleasant and ornate, it was demolished, and replaced with something big, commercial, expensive, and ugly.  Another great day for the greedy ones I dare say. Oh, and just to rub salt into the public wounds, three local hospitals were sold off to commerce too.

At least nowadays we understand how wickedness operates in society.


Amras has been beset with many health issues of late, the cold season is particularly difficult, and we have received strong negative greetings from one who would wish us sorrow. The blind may be leading the blind, but how very sad it truly feels to watch our brothers and sisters lashing out from darkness.  Forgiveness is a given made in advance, it is only ourselves with whom we need struggle when such a storm passes on by.  Sometimes with silence is the most loving way to reply.

When I started writing this post, moments ago, the wintery sunshine filled my room. Now, suddenly day has become night, wind become rain, then sleet became snow.  And so now it’s time to shut the curtains, until tomorrow.  I hope you enjoyed this read. Thank you for reading my posts, and for writing yours for me to read.

If I am unable to post again before the holy solstice, have a blessed time, and enjoy the cosmic performance. Namaste from Amras Arcamenel.



*It was neither popular nor profitable to be an Irishman around these parts back then.

Photography ©Francis Moloney.

The Narrow Road


The snow is deep, my stumbling feet,
I ooh and I ah—how white this sheet!


Namaste, and greetings to all you good souls, people of the internet, to whom WordPress owes its magic. I’ve been a bit too ill to focus on blogging of late, which explains my longish absence.  Had a good day today though, and we had nice weather to go with it.

Although it hasn’t snowed in our part of the world, it is a likelihood, and so I thought I’d prepare myself with this old digitalised slide, taken in Scotland, over thirty years ago. And, what a wild and lonely place it depicts indeed. I’ve often wondered about the hardy individuals who live in this remote dwelling.

Anyways, I hope you like this memory of mine, (tap on the pic if you’d like a close up view,) and, I digitalised a few more old slides, which, fairly soon, I hope to share with you too.

Oh, and by the way, I turned sixty a few days ago – how cool is that.

Wishing you a very happy day.

Cheers from Amras.

Photo ©Francis Moloney.

Anticipated Moment


May you,

In the name of silence,

Womb of the world;

In the name of stillness,

Home of belonging;

In the name of the solitude

of the soul and the earth,

May you,

(Your name)


Blessed by all beings

Wings of breath,


Delight of eyes,


Wonder of whisper;


Intimacy of touch,


Eternity of soul

In the cosmic


And, may you,

(Your Name)

Each moment,


Compassionate of  heart

Gentle in word

Precious in awareness

Courageous in thought

Generous in love.

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Namaste and greetings from this small corner of the web. I am forced to take things easier than usual, as seasonal changes are playing havoc with my biological components. Otherwise I should not let a day pass without the reporting of some inspiring event.

The words above were written for me by my friend, Jose,* whose work was featured on this site many months ago. The painting is based upon a recurring dream/vision which I have had since childhood; with the addition of an angel  named “Iona”.

I thought I would name the post after one of my favourite paintings, (which I haven’t seen for decades,) by Joseph Parker. I can’t find a decent copy of it on the web, so if anyone knows where I might find one, please send me a link.

With my thanks, and admiration for the work of my fellow bloggers, I will leave you for now, as I settle to watch pink clouds gathering, and whispering goodbye to an otherwise cold and bleak day, here in old Blighty.

Peace from Amras.

*We Have It All

Artwork ©Francis Moloney.


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