Appearances

Appearances

 

As individuals, working out our freedom, we want to get away from argument, from hurts, from trying to force our opinions on others, from pretending, and from the feeling that we have to suffer other people’s criticism. This can be come in one, and only one, way: by seeing right through all this camouflage to the eternal Spirit back of each one of us, the One Mind in which we all “live and move and have our be­ing.” All are made out of the same Stuff. When we unify, in love, with Life, we talk in a universal language with which we can speak to prince or pauper.

~ Ernest Holmes.

 

When wickedness throws down the gauntlet, victory belongs to hearts at peace.

Boy, have I got a story to tell you. Over the holiday, our savings were gutted by parties unidentified. They left us with fresh air to pay our winter bills. Bad time to pick on disabled folk.

Alongside this, Amanda had a punctured tyre, and my stairlift broke down, imprisoning me. Things looked bad.

However, after three phone calls, and no loss of comfort, everything was fixed. We sold a few things, and the rolling storm was transformed back into a fragrant zephyr. I expect fully, that when the perpetrator(s) are rumbled, our stolen monies will be returned too. This story can only get better.

So, there it is. It was bad, but we’ve weathered worse. It made no dent on the peace, and sacredness of our Christmas, and neither should it have. I dearly hope that every reader had a peaceful celebration too.

 

Today, for the first time this New Year, I found the stamina to write a little. While I would love to blog more, my health is a challenging companion. Winter is my least favourite time of year, (except when it snows), because all my activities are so severely curtailed. Darn!

Be that as it may, I hope sincerely, that you, dear reader, are of good cheer today. I hope too that you enjoyed the quote by the brilliant Ernest Holmes, it will be the last for now. Although it’s been a couple of decades since I read his books, I remember them very fondly still.

For a great close-up view, why not try tapping on the above pic. This photo, taken in Limassol, Cyprus, amused me, and seemed àpropos of our story, inasmuch as it just goes to show that appearances are illusionary indeed.

Until next time, peace, and namaste from Amras.

 

“When the soul is without blemish, it can rise far above the highest mountains.”  

~ Apollonius.

Photography ©Francis Moloney.

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Softly Sung

So Softly Sung

 

The rains of spring sink deep to bring the growing world to life. And, the seeds of wisdom, when planted in the minds of  youth, blossom when the all-pervading rains of  synchronicity have nourished the soul’s understanding.

This post was delayed by weeks because immediately after preparing the artwork above, I mislaid it. Happily, a few moments ago it turned up again. I decided to post it promptly.  It represents the season, and the roots of burgeoning natural life.

Until the next time, wish me strength, for my body often fails these days. With my thanks to all readers and bloggers –  namaste; and peace from Amras.

 

I hope that I may grow with age, in the wisdom that best serves youth.

 

Artwork ©Francis Moloney.

On the Twelfth Day

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On the Twelfth Day of Christmas, I thought you’d like to see,

*Our New Year local jubilee.

Greetings, I hope the New Year is one of promise for everyone.  My sincere thanks to all followers and likers, for looking in. Together, may we keep on blogging, thus linking our corners of this wonderful world, with friendship and respect.

Namaste from Amras.

Photography ©Francis Moloney.

* Instead of a dozen plangent percussionists.