In The Waiting

 

These beautiful tropical fish, and koi carp live in England, in a village called Matlock Bath. I find it very relaxing to watch fish going about their affairs. There is an inner stillness felt when so absorbed. I used to do a little snorkeling in the mediterranean during my pre-disabled years, and was often astonished by some of the antics of sea creatures.

Once a group of tiddlers* swam hugging my left side. They followed me this way until a hapless solitary fish swam just a little too close to my right side. In the blink of an eye the hidden group were feasting on it. Clever little fellows.

Fish know nothing of Christmas, and do not anticipate a time of giving and receiving. Yet they are not sad. Perhaps that is one reason why they can be so relaxing to watch.

My thanks, as always, to all readers and followers. I hope you enjoy this post. I would like to take this opportunity to ask that we send our love on the winds now to all those who will be alone this Christmas. May the inner meaning of Christmas overtake the seedy exploitation we see ever more in all our hearts.

Until next time, and may it be soon. Peace from Amras.

“I said to my soul, be still and wait without hope

For hope would be hope for the wrong thing; wait without love

For love would be love of the wrong thing; there is yet faith

But the faith and the love and the hope are all in the waiting.

Wait without thought, for you are not yet ready for thought:

So the darkness shall be the light, and the stillness the dancing.”

T.S. Elliot.

 

*Please excuse my non latin nomenclature.

Photography ©Amanda Moloney.

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