Back to The Beechwoods

Namaste to all. I have been in more pain than usual for a few days, and it doesn’t feel like it will ease off quickly. I will not write much today, because my fingers are affected. 

Beechwoods are my personal favourites. The pictures above were taken in 2007, during my final visit to this magical area. The woods, which are protected by the National Trust, grace the hilltop where I grew up, and hold decades worth of wonderful memories for me. Please enjoy.

Peace and best wishes. 

Come Forth Into The Light Of Things, Let Nature Be Your Teacher.

~ William Wordsworth.

Photography ©Francis Moloney.

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Artificial Habitat

Greetings, and best ever Christmas wishes to you. These pics were taken recently at a nearby Public Aquarium.

I feel that from the point of view of these marvellous and beautiful creatures, their world is a sort of prison. We have built a prison for them, even as we build prisons for ourselves. Encouragingly enough though, these particular captives don’t seem to suffer from any shortage of stimulation in this well-kept artificial habitat of theirs. How lovely it is too, to see the faces of visiting children light up in wonder at their first ever glimpse of these living marvels.

I wish that all captive creatures* were treated so well; and I hope that one day soon, we will agree to honour them all, and nature, in deep and wiser ways. 

With that, may I wish you strength, and peace, to carry you into what promises to be a very stimulating New Year.

Be undivided in your affectionate kindness for all life. Keep your mind flexible.

*Including mermaids.

Photography ©Amanda Moloney.

Green, Red, and Gold

Greetings. Autumn’s finest, as viewed in various corners of our garden throughout October. With leaves so red beneath a sky so rarely this blue of late, what a blessing it is indeed to enjoy the garden on a sunny day. And although it’s becoming bitterly cold at times, well, there’s always Christmas to look forward to.

When the sun still shines in our hearts, on even the darkest of days, then we can always see the road ahead. The sun never shines in anger, or in judgement. It never shines for one, and not the other. It harms none but those who aren’t prepared.

The poet Charles Causely wrote “I am the great sun, but you do not see me”. May we never be so blind – because the sun is an example of the ways of heaven.

I will just insert a note here, to say that I am having technical difficulties when attempting to like some of my favourite blogs. I find great value in all of your works, and always wish to show my appreciation by liking. So please accept my apologies.

Having said that, I hope you enjoyed the pics – and now it’s Namaste, and peace from me.

 

  In my Soul there is a temple, a shrine, a mosque, a church
where I kneel.

Prayer should bring us to an altar where no walls or names exist.

Is there not a region of Love, where the Sovereignty is illuminated nothing,

Where ecstasy gets poured into itself and becomes lost,

Where the wing is fully alive but has no mind or body?

In my Soul there is a temple, a shrine, a mosque, a church
that dissolves, that dissolves in God.

Rabia of Basra (c.717-801)

 

 

Photography ©Francis Moloney.

Divine Elegance

 

Namaste to all our readers. These beautiful, and colourful creatures grace the corners of the Stratford Butterfly Farm, in Warwickshire, England. Life, as we well know, expresses divine elegance through infinite diversity in infinite combinations. The fish know only water, while the snake belongs to earth. The frog can find a home on earth, and in the water too. Butterflys seek sanctuary both on earth and in the air.

We people walk, and cook. We swim, and fly. Above all else, we know. Five creative elements are fused in us in living sync.

While the immature prince of Denmark, seen contemplating his existence in a stone image, was created in the imagination of a human, who can even begin to conceive of the scope of the imagination of the creator of the human?

And, though we share some small similarity with the shape of the contemplative frog, and some folk choose to stoop as low as snakes, while others act as cold as fish. We are all born, like the caterpillar, with the capability of becoming something extraordinary, and beautiful.

Thank you for stopping by to read. Until next time, peace from Amras.

 

“Two things awe me most, the starry sky above me

 and the moral law within me.”

Immanuel Kant.

 

féileacán
Féileacán ~ ag Amanda O Maoldhomnaigh

 

 

Photography©Amanda Moloney.

 

Yet Beauty Prevails

 

 

Hello again. One day later, and twelve months sooner – we return with part two. Today’s pics were taken only days ago.

In those sacred corners of this world, where peace prevails, and nature is allowed to practice its art, a thoughtful soul might, even if only for a moment, feel their connection to the divine.

The words, “Sic Transit Gloria Mundi” apply to those who would build monuments to themselves. From empty boastings, all the way up to the legacies of kings – whatever is built upon dust must fall. Yet beauty prevails wherever it can, never needing the help of kings, or commoners. For me, when this wider world of green and living wonders is allowed to practice its art, it never loses so much as an inch of its glory, no matter the season.

I took a tumble a few days ago, and am working my way through some consequences. Any healing wishes sent my way will be received with gratitude.

With that said, it’s time to rest. Namaste, and peace to every reader.

A long time ago, before we arrived, the stage was all set for matter alive. Each one, a rung on the spiralling stair, we all belong in each other’s care.

Photography ©Amanda Moloney.