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I wanted to squeeze in one more post for the merry month of May. Thanks to my computer and connection issues, writing feels like I’m typing only one letter per minute, while racing to beat the next connection outage. Peculiar, isn’t it.

Today, however, I’m determined to give it a go. Amanda visited the Victoria & Albert museum, in London, and took some great pics, a few of which are above.

The V&A is my personal favourite museum. I spent hours and hours during my early years visiting the local museums and art galleries. I used to take along my sketch pad, and had a thing about drawing skeletons; an interest that came in handy when I made my living by mending broken bones for the NHS.

I hope you like the pics, and, all being well, I may post some more from Amanda’s latest trip.

With our heartfelt thanks to all readers, and followers: may June bring peace, and blessings for all.

Namaste from Amras.

 

“If we find ourselves with a desire that nothing in this world can satisfy, the most probable explanation is that we were made for another world.”

~ C.S. Lewis

 

 

Photography ©Amanda Moloney.

Expect Things to Improve

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This is just a quick note to say that I am still here, and my health is holding out, (thankfully). The reason I’ve been unable to post for so long is the extreme connection issue happening around these parts, plus the fact that my computer is in its dotage.

Never mind, we are working on it, and expect things to improve, shortly.

Meanwhile, I would like to thank every reader who drops by; and, all being well, we should see more posts appearing here soon.

Until then, peace, and namaste.

 

“I AFFIRM GENTLE HEALING FOR THE PLANET AND PEACE AND HARMONY FOR ALL.”

This is the Circle of Intention Affirmation – pass it on!

Artwork ©F. Moloney.

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And Glory

 

In a corner of the garden, one crocus looks over a little amethyst Buddha, while another stands guard beneath the old stone bench. A third crocus greets the sun, and old leaves make a warm blanket for the bulbs in waiting. And now that spring is here, glorious summer doesn’t feel too far away.

These pics are a day or two old, I took them just to share, please enjoy.

 

My next subject is for care givers.

Between 2007, and 2012, I was bed-bound 24/7.  Since then I have been able to enjoy short periods on my feet, providing I’m propped up with a stick or two.  The point being, that I’ve had many bed sores, and know how serious they are.

The good news is that when I started lying with my skin against a clean bath towel, the problem became easy to manage. Tiny particles that can irritate the skin fall between the strands of the towel, where they do less harm, if any.

This has saved on the high cost of propriety creams, and suchlike.

So, if you know anybody who has a family member that is bed-bound, then why not pass it on.

My thanks if you do.

 

Until next time, and may it be soon, thank you, everyone, and may your Easter be a sacred one. Namaste from Amras.

May green be the grass you walk on,
May blue be the skies above you,
May pure be the joys that surround you,
May true be the hearts that love you.
Celtic Prayer 

 

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Photography ©Francis Moloney.

The Foot of A Hill

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At the foot of a hill,

By the back of the house,

Where a forest begins,

And this old man is standing.

 I will promise you this,

If your conscience is clear,

He will show you the faces,

Of faeries a-dancing.

Then wherever you are,

In this world of such glory,

You’ll never let anyone

Steal your story.

Namaste to all, I’m really very happy to be back among you so soon. It can’t happen often enough, as it signals that an extended period of mobility is on the go for me. Greeting every day with gratitude goes a long way.

I hope you like the pic above, please click on it for a great close-up view. That tree is one of many you can see from our windows; and it really does have those human-like features, though I admit to cheating very slightly, by putting in his right eye to mirror the genuine left eye. Click the thumbnail below to see his true features; the eye and nose, I think, are uncanny.

I notice that many of my fellow bloggers are having connection difficulties, and I am no exception, having daily drop-outs that can last for minutes, or hours. Also, mail and other notifications coming sometimes two to three days late. So, my late apologies to Jay, if you are reading, because all the no-show pics you sent arrived three days late. Never the less Jay, I thank you again.

And thanks too to all readers and followers, I would post so much more for you if I were physically able. Even so, let’s maintain ourselves daily in good cheer, for, as ever, who knows what blessings tomorrow is going to bring.

For now, peace from Amras.

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Photography ©Francis Moloney.

Time, Tides, and Tidiness

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Namaste, and greetings. I’ll not write much today, except to say that with Spring being so close, it’s time to brandish cameras and head into the great outdoors again. Amanda took hers down to Surrey, in London’s South West, where our son lives. Here they strolled, and saw the sights above.

Canals are a common site in Britain. During their hey-day, they were a super fast highway for go-ahead businesses. Now they’re mainly for leisure purposes.

Our son particularly wanted Amanda to see Eric Clapton’s old guitar, so they ended up at Sullivans Wine Bar, (even tough Amanda doesn’t drink.) I enjoyed seeing the “Keep Britain Tidy” poster.  Not so long ago society didn’t care, and you had to watch where you were stepping.  Comparatively speaking, soiled streets are almost a thing of the past here now;  just like Concorde. I remember when Concorde was a grand dream for the future, though now it may said to stand beside the skeletons of dinosaurs. Tempus tends to fugit quite a lot of late.

But nevertheless, what grander wonders are awaiting us just around that next corner?

Until next time, thank you for reading, and peace from Amras.

 

Share with others, not only your knowledge, but those doubts that you may have,

because in speaking words, you are then able to control the thoughts. ~ Salumet.

 

 

Photography ©Amanda Moloney.

Closer They Flew

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People in this world must make their own sunshine. Discouragement too often overtakes those whose lives pass in the petty details of common-place existence.

Of all things, when the mood of discouragement overtakes one, he should think of anything and everything else than his own troubles, and more than this, should take measures at once to follow new currents of thought and feeling.

Sometimes the mood is merely the result of bodily conditions; and requires for its cure sleep, or exercise in open air, or change of diet, or a simple waiting until it passes away of itself. When it springs from causes not connected to the body, then the cure must be spiritual or intellectual.

An interesting novel, visitation among the poor, constant intercourse with fresh minds, change of scene, travel, the study of a science new to the patient, anything that will absorb the brain and keep it from consuming itself is good medicine.

The world is full of sunshine and beauty. “It is meet, right, and our bounden duty,” that we should open our hearts to all the soothing, healing, invigorating influences of the sky that bends over us in unchanging love, the balmy air, the happy chirp of innumerable insects, the ten thousand voices with which nature speaks to him whose ears are opened to receive her gentle teachings.

“Sunshine And Culture” from The “Summerland Messenger” 1875.

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I manned my freshly repaired stair-lift, and made my way downstairs. Then, I stood outside, propped by two sticks, and felt the wintry sun shining on my face. Emmie, our faithful greyhound, sauntered up, and leaned gently against me.

High up, above the chestnut trees,  many figures were seemingly engaged in a fierce dog-fight. Closer they flew, until I could see that eight crows were harassing a very large hawk.

Closer yet they flew, until they were directly overhead. At this point, six crows departed, leaving two, who corralled the hawk even closer to view. I could count his feathers almost. Suddenly the crows headed for the trees, and the hawk, set free, soared away westward.

What a time to leave my camera indoors.

 

With that, I would like to thank all readers who enjoy this site; and a special thank you to Jay, for your patience and selfless kindness. (In return, I would like to ask for any reader who may feel so inspired, to say a little prayer for Jay.)

My health, perforce, is keeping me a little preoccupied, which is why I haven’t been blogging much of late. So I hope at least to create quality for you (if not quantity.)

 

The pic, “Guardians” was inspired by the story above, I hope you like it.

 

In The Name of The Universal Declaration of World Peace ~ Namaste from Amras.

 

 

 

Artwork ©Francis Moloney.

Appearances

Appearances

 

As individuals, working out our freedom, we want to get away from argument, from hurts, from trying to force our opinions on others, from pretending, and from the feeling that we have to suffer other people’s criticism. This can be come in one, and only one, way: by seeing right through all this camouflage to the eternal Spirit back of each one of us, the One Mind in which we all “live and move and have our be­ing.” All are made out of the same Stuff. When we unify, in love, with Life, we talk in a universal language with which we can speak to prince or pauper.

~ Ernest Holmes.

 

When wickedness throws down the gauntlet, victory belongs to hearts at peace.

Boy, have I got a story to tell you. Over the holiday, our savings were gutted by parties unidentified. They left us with fresh air to pay our winter bills. Bad time to pick on disabled folk.

Alongside this, Amanda had a punctured tyre, and my stairlift broke down, imprisoning me. Things looked bad.

However, after three phone calls, and no loss of comfort, everything was fixed. We sold a few things, and the rolling storm was transformed back into a fragrant zephyr. I expect fully, that when the perpetrator(s) are rumbled, our stolen monies will be returned too. This story can only get better.

So, there it is. It was bad, but we’ve weathered worse. It made no dent on the peace, and sacredness of our Christmas, and neither should it have. I dearly hope that every reader had a peaceful celebration too.

 

Today, for the first time this New Year, I found the stamina to write a little. While I would love to blog more, my health is a challenging companion. Winter is my least favourite time of year, (except when it snows), because all my activities are so severely curtailed. Darn!

Be that as it may, I hope sincerely, that you, dear reader, are of good cheer today. I hope too that you enjoyed the quote by the brilliant Ernest Holmes, it will be the last for now. Although it’s been a couple of decades since I read his books, I remember them very fondly still.

For a great close-up view, why not try tapping on the above pic. This photo, taken in Limassol, Cyprus, amused me, and seemed àpropos of our story, inasmuch as it just goes to show that appearances are illusionary indeed.

Until next time, peace, and namaste from Amras.

 

“When the soul is without blemish, it can rise far above the highest mountains.”  

~ Apollonius.

Photography ©Francis Moloney.

Holy Days

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With many thanks to all our readers, friends, and followers: May you, and all your loved ones, receive the Joy, and Peace in Abundance, that these Holiest of days may bring.

 

And, Happy New Year too, from Francis, and Amanda.

Beauty in The Dark

Beauty in The Dark

We all came here to find those friends, 

On whom our happiness depends, 

Who, lost in thickest forests now, 

Are seeking solace out of sight, 

And when we finally embrace,

Their trust, regained within the night,

We’ll leave the forests, hand in hand,

To fly back home, and reunite. 

 

 

One night, while walking with my martial arts teacher, we saw a man stop to watch ballet dancers through a studio window. He stayed for just a moment before disappearing into the night.  “For a moment in time,” my teacher said, “He found beauty in the dark.” And, ‘moments in time’ are all that we have. I liked that, especially as I understand that moments in time are all that we may share; and, I felt it advisable to create the sort of moments for others that I would like others to create for me.

 

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Generally speaking, the man who is misunderstood, who is frequently criticized,

is likely to be doing something worth­while. It is the person with whom everyone agrees

that is lost in the mass of mediocrity. The head that lifts itself above the others has

the rock thrown at it, so we need not be concerned when people criticize us.

Of course it is normal to want people to like us, and a good thing to say to ourselves

when people criticize us is: “If people knew me better they would like me.”

This is literally true, for if we could know every man in the right way

we would certainly find something in him to admire.  

~ Ernest Holmes.

 

 

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With thanks, and best wishes to all our readers, and followers. In case poor health prevents me from posting again before Christmas, I will take this opportunity now to wish you all the very best, and happiest Yuletide, ever.

 

~ Namaste from Amras.

 

 

 

Artwork ©Francis Moloney.

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