Closer They Flew

Guardians

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.

Wellsy

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.

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Author: amras888

Francis Moloney @Amras888 Composer, instrumentalist and Logic 8 software user. Bereavement Counselor retired. A Philosopher now disabled, bedbound but happy. Love my wife, son, and dog.

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