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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.

That Mysterious Globe

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Even in the darkest of times, the light of the sun’s reflection will find us if we seek celestial guidance. Having been a keen amateur astronomer since the age of seven, when my father bought me my first telescope, my interest led me to discover that today’s full moon brings that mysterious globe closer to earth than it has ever been during my lifetime, or will be again until my 81st Birthday.  This fact makes it a ‘Supermoon.’

I learned, back then, a Polish fairy tale about two boys, brothers, who stole the moon one night when it was hanging over their house, like it does in my pics. Fortunately for the moon, and everything else for that matter, I chose to leave it where it was. If I remember correctly, those two boys got into a whole lot of trouble for their misdeed.

The pics, were taken in September, with today’s post in mind. I expected it to be way too cold for me to head outdoors with a camera on any night in November. I hope you enjoyed them.

With thanks to all readers, peace from Amras.

 

This we know:

the earth does not belong to man;

man belongs to the earth.

This we know.”

Chief Seattle.

 

 

Photography©Francis Moloney.

Those Falling Leaves

Her Coat of Fawn

Man spends the first third of his life in preparing himself for life—physically, mentally, and financially. He is always expecting, hoping, progressing, expanding—something big, something satisfying is going to happen. Consequently, his mind is open. He is happy. He is expressing. During the next third of his life, speaking of the average man, he marries, he has a family. His whole thought and emotion is spent here. But quite frequently, in the last third of his life he begins to meet with frustrations. When the time was that everyone believed in some kind of religion, he trusted to some kind of a future. Now this is more likely than not to be shaken. Dr. Jung, one of the world’s greatest psychologists, said: “As a physician I am convinced that it is hygienic—if I may use the word—to discover in death a goal towards which one can strive; and that shrinking away from it is something unhealthy and abnormal which robs the second half of life of its purpose. I therefore consider the religious teaching of a life hereafter consonant with the standpoint of psychic hygiene.” And people who do not have it will miss something, because during that last third of life there will be little to which they can look forward. That is why we often see the last third of a man’s life appear to decline when it should be another great ex­perience and a subjective preparation for some- thing even more sublime.

Ernest Holmes.

She Holds the Sky

In honour of our oneness, and of every season shared. Namaste to all, from Amras.

Arithmetic= Number in itself
Geometry= Number in space
Music/Harmonies= Number in time
Astronomy= Number in space and time

Pythagoras

Artwork ©Francis Moloney.

So Much Depends

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The wind in the sycamore sounds like the sea,

And whispers can summer be over so soon?

The leaves singing softly, of what is to be,

Say so much depends on the sun and the moon.

To all good folk who pray for peace, so much depends on you. Sleep  well tonight. Namaste from Amras.

Photography ©Amanda Moloney.

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