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.

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“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.

Capture This

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With greetings, and thanks to all readers. Following on from the previous post, (link below,) I took these pictures of November’s Super-moon through my window. The wind, as you can see, was shaking the bare branches of a chestnut tree, thus helping me to capture this pleasing effect. I hope you enjoy.

By the way, the twins I wrote about were Jacek and Placek from the story “The Two Who Stole the Moon.”

Well, that’s it from me for this quickie post. I wish for the wisdom, strength, and courage that comes from having natural, childlike inner peace, to touch the heart of each and every reader, in each and every moment; both now, and always.

Namaste from Amras.

And whatever your labors and aspirations, in the noisy confusion of life, keep peace in your soul. With all its sham, drudgery and broken dreams, it is still a beautiful world. Be cheerful. Strive to be happy.

From “Desiderata” by Max Ehrmann.

 

 

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Photography ©Francis Moloney.

To Be Alive

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Greetings, I’m back, already. This is a quickie from me, just to say thank you, for all the kind words and wishes I have received since returning to the fold. I am touched deeply by your kindness. These pics are a few weeks old now, but it is never too late to enjoy the living wonders of creation. When the day of grace unites humanity finally, then our beating hearts will surely feel as light as butterflies wings. And what a joy it will be, just to be alive.

I wonder, by the way, if our smiling frog was considering snacking on the butterfly.

Until next time, Peace.

 

A child’s mind, lacking a developed cortex, is virtually incapable of discrimination. 

The child inevitably makes many false evaluations of the world.

Many of these false-to-facts judgements are conditioned into the nervous system on the

‘unconscious’ level, and can be carried over to adulthood.

Hence, we have a well educated man or woman who reacts in an infantile fashion.

A. E. van Vogt.

 

 

Photography©Amanda Moloney.

 

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Jiggery Pokery

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Greetings once again, to one and all. Here are the images that my friend, Chris sent to me from his communications tablet, while staying in New York City. The pics, though small, pack a pleasing visual punch, quite reminiscent of Shorpy photos, I think. I enjoyed too his tales from the streets, and from the bars that he visited. He clearly had a great time; especially considering he was there to work.

Chris and I have been friends since 1969. We have played in the same bands, achieved Black Belts, camped in the wilds, and climbed mountains together. We have also helped each other to get through tricky times. So I am delighted to feature his photography. And I am also a little bit surprised, because once long ago, he declared that photography was a branch of ‘jiggery pokery’. “A Black Art” he opined, though to be fair, he wasn’t being in the least bit serious.

As for me, I have just endured my final visit to hospital for this year, and I need a few days more to recover from the aftermath of all that has just passed. But for now, I am grateful to be back with my friends on WP. I sincerely hope you have enjoyed Chris’s pics; and, thanks to the prayers and good wishes which I have received, I hope to be back again very soon.

 

Peace, and Namaste, from Amras.

 

In order to be sane and adjusted as a human being, 

an individual must realise that he cannot know all there is to know.

It is not enough to understand this limitation intellectually;

the understanding must be an orderly and conditioned process, ‘unconscious’ as well as ‘conscious’.

Such a conditioning is essential to the balanced pursuit of

knowledge of the nature of matter and life.

A.E. van Vogt.

 

 

Photography ©Christopher Hammond.

 

 

Strictly Speaking

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Greetings to everyone, and with thanks to all our blogger friends, new and old, here are some more photographs from a corner of old England for you to enjoy. These pics, like last month, were taken in Devon. The crystals and bloom in the stream were Amanda’s contribution.

Last month I told you that one of the people helping to push my wheelchair in Devon was my brother, Philip. This was not, strictly speaking, the case. In fact he was just holding on to one handle to help steady his feet while Luke did the pushing, very slowly.  Philip suffered severe brain damage during a minor hospital operation in childhood, and as a result of this he can neither talk, feed and dress himself, or use the toilet. In fact he is totally dependant in every sense for all of his needs. Despite all that, he was kept, loved, and cared for by the family. He has become a wonderful character in his own right, and has the merriest laugh for miles.

Sadly, those responsible for his suffering refused to own it, and my father failed to find a solicitor willing to seek justice from the  mighty medical profession. It was 1955 after all.

Our parents harboured no anger that I was aware of, they were resigned to the facts. My mother, in fact, was a nurse in the NHS for many years before moving into pharmacy a couple of decades before retiring. Their choice to keep and care for Philip, however, brought many blessings, along with monumental challenges, plus undue social pressure, from time to time, to have him institutionalised.

Every day, in my profession, I met parents of children who suffer like Philip, and I was always deeply touched by their faith and fortitude. Since our parents passed a few years ago, I have never doubted, not even for one tiny instant, that they have been greatly blessed for lives so unselfishly lived.

The good do good and get better. The wicked do bad and get worse. One day, our accumulated choices will sweep us to a personal destiny, where fair acknowledgements are guaranteed.

Most folk might feel, quite understandably, that this is a story of misfortune. For me, however, Philip has been a very valuable teacher. His love and courage opened my eyes at a very young age, and it is miraculous that he has lived such a long and active life, contrasting his predicament. Therefore, despite outer appearances, I consider myself most blessed.

Since our parents graduated, Philip has gone to live, minutes away from us, with friends in the countryside, and is very happy indeed. He visits regularly, with his ever laughing eyes and mischievous smile.

I don’t know who wrote the following words, but the writer, indeed, was quite right.

Why are there so many handicapped souls on the planet today?
When an individual perceives another as handicapped, it would be helpful to perceive that same person as an evolved soul. Disabled individuals are “able” in ways that a normal person is not. They see beyond illusion and know what is true and what is false. These souls anchor the energy of unconditional love in a conditional world. 

With all that said, may the world revolve in peace, until next time, Namaste from Amras.

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