Contemplating Daisies

Here we go again, with freshly picked pics from our garden. I hope you enjoy them. The golden fellow seen contemplating daisies is Kato, one of our rescued greyhounds. Ironically, unlike his famous namesake, our Kato isn’t a very brave fellow. 

This final pic is a cross-eye 3D double. If you are comfortable using this technique, then please enjoy the result. If on the other hand you have trouble doing this, then please don’t try – it’s not worth a headache.

Until next time… keep seeking peace.

What was it like to wake up after having never gone to sleep? That was when you were born.

You are something that the whole universe is doing in the same way that a wave is something that the whole ocean is doing. The real you is not a puppet which life pushes around; the real, deep down you is the whole universe.

Alan Watts.

When You were Born

Rescue

What will it be like to go to sleep and never wake up?

And if you think long enough about that, something will happen to you.

You will find out, among other things, it will pose the next question to you.

What was it like to wake up after having never gone to sleep?

That was when you were born.

You are something that the whole universe is doing in the same way that a wave is something that

the whole ocean is doing… The real you is not a puppet which life pushes around;

the real, deep down you is the whole universe.

Alan Watts.

 

Namaste dear readers, I haven’t been feeling too again good of late, so I won’t write for long. My deepest appreciation goes out to all of you who sent kind wishes in response to our last post, thank you so much.

The duty of those who pray for peace, is to become peace itself, during times of turmoil. This is made achievable by nurturing a very good relationship with the deepest, and most intimate contents of our hearts. When forgiveness wipes the conscience clean, finally, faith becomes a radiant force for divine service.

With that, I shall leave you in peace. Until next time, best wishes from Amras.

 

Artwork ©Francis Moloney.

 

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