In The Great Stories

In the great stories, deep caverns were the sort of places where heroes descended to face their darkest fears, and snatch a prize that saves the kingdom. 

Lucky for us this is neither a story, nor great – we face no danger here.

This mix of pics, are from three separate locations beneath England. They are Blue John Cave, Speedwell Cavern, and Peak Cavern. That’s about as much as I can tell you, though much more is available on the internet.

 I don’t know which entrance to the underworld is guarded by the hunter, but he cut too good looking a figure not to include.

At this point, as I sign off, I will take the opportunity to wish every reader a very happy Christmas, and a truly brilliant new year. 

 The light shines in the darkness, and the darkness has not overcome it.

John 1: 5.

Photography ©Amanda Moloney.

One Year After

Greetings all who stumble onto these pages. The observant amongst our readers will probably have noticed that I don’t blog often these days. There are a number of reasons for this… too many to concern ourselves with here. Suffice it to say that my days are brimful.

A year ago, I wrote about the forest fire that threatened many nearby homes. These pics were taken at the spot a few days ago, and as you can see, all shall be well. These photos do not fully convey the chilliness of our waterlogged Summer, yet still we hope a more pleasant month awaits us.

As always, I wish my online friends the happiest of times, (in spite of all), and I hope to be back soon. Peace from A.

Pray, even if you feel nothing, see nothing. For when you are dry, empty, sick or weak, at such a time is your prayer most pleasing to God, even though you may find little joy in it. This is true of all believing prayer.

Julian of Norwich

Wise Enough

Greetings readers. We live on the south of the hill pictured. Our side escaped the recent forest fires, but the north side was greatly damaged. All thanks to barbecue wielding fools.  

Fire services from many counties lent their services, and were forced to remain for days. Many neighbours were evacuated too, but fortunately, all their homes were saved. 

Throughout the emergency, squadrons of swallows swooped in from all directions, and feasted on the clouds of insects fleeing the smoke. Only this solitary blue butterfly was wise enough to wait it out in our garden.

While all this was going on, our son, along with hundreds of fellow travellers, was stranded abroad due to flight cancellations, which took days to fix. 

I am happy to report that all’s well now. 

Thank you readers, and followers, for your ongoing friendship. I sincerely hope the times aren’t troubling you too far beyond the evils of the hour. Also, we have many more pics to share, so if heaven permits, I will be back soon.

Peace from Amras. 

This is what our Scriptures come to teach: in everything, in every circumstance, do to others as you would have them do to you.

Jesus

Screenshot taken from local news. 

Easter Day

I’m back. Happy Easter everybody. This day is even more significant than Christmas. It’s been a whole year since our last post. My sincere apologies to all our friends who enquired about my welfare. Due to a combination of health, and complex WP connection difficulties, I’ve been unable to reply before now. So this is my first opportunity to say thank you – may the wind be always at your back.

The Greek church was photographed many years ago, while I was out strolling in the neighbourhood.

I hope to return soon, when I will update you on my current adventures. Until then, Peace from Amras.

Every sacrifice made to help another, honours Christ.

Softly Whispered

 Now David had been told, “Ahithophel is among the conspirators with Absalom.” So David prayed, “Lord, turn Ahithophel’s counsel into foolishness.”

Greetings. In March I wrote a little about forgiving. This is extremely difficult to achieve when we are experiencing the unforgivable. However, if we are seeking sincerely for a way to forgive those who hurt us, perhaps we might feel inspired to pray very simply from our deepest hearts, like David once did, that their wicked deeds shall simply come to nothing.

Rancour is the chain that binds the wingèd soul to pain – and wings that were designed to fly might never span the sky again.

About the pics. The elevated path winds lazily through forested avenues, where celestial streams of golden light dance freely with the drifting shadows – and welcomes all with softly whispered breezes to the golden throne of the eternal crowned sun.

I hope our readers are standing firmly in the sunshine of inner peace. Despite the rising clamour of external events, personal victory is born in silence. 

Meanwhile, winter lingers in my bones, demanding time and effort for every little task. So I will take this opportunity to thank everyone who finds time to spend with our posts. After a recent update, it has become almost impossible to ‘like’ blogs on any device. This nuisance has happened before, but the talents of this blogging community deserves attention. So I will take this opportunity to thank everyone who finds time to spend with our posts. It is an honour, because yours are brilliant. I hope to be back soon, until then, peace, stay well, and be strong.

“Finally, may we indeed, keep in our hearts, that our humble blogs are the spirits that keep the World Wide Web humane. Let us use this gift to flourish as people! Let us cherish one another! And be thankful for one another, because at some point, we touch our respective lives.”  ~ Aina Balagtas https://lyricssentimentsandme.wordpress.com

 

 

Photography ©Amanda Moloney.