To the Glory

May

Just a tribute to the glory of May. The month dedicated to the mother of Jesus. When the cloak of blue adorns the corners of the wooded wilds, and fondly lays a royal carpet at the foot of every standing tree.

The month is almost over, and the bluebells will fade from view; but their beauty is eternal, and there is a blessing in the knowing that they will return again next year. And hopefully, I will return again next month. Until then, remember every day to shut out the raging cacophony as often you can. Truly there is peace to be found in silence.

May tooDo you see yourself, abiding within yourself, in pure solitude? Does nothing now remain to shatter that interior unity, nor anything cling to your authentic self? Are you entirely that sole true light which is not contained by space, not confined to any circumscribed form, not diffused as something without term, but ever immeasurable as something greater than all measure and something more than all quantity?

Plotinus.

 

Photography ©Amanda Moloney.

Just Happy to Be

The highest of all places, and every corner then I see, reaching to the ground, is full of glory.

Over here we have endured the coldest, and the wettest June in memory. The sun has now returned, at last. I spent the hot afternoon beneath our trees in shady comfort – just happy to be outdoors again. This is the second collection of pics I took in May, part three will follow soon.

Before I go, I wish again, to thank you all who stop to read this blog. I would spend more time here, if I only could. May your ways be strong and sure, and your heart life’s praises sing.

Beyond my tree, the heat, it never faded.

How cool it was today, where I was shaded.

But if I thanked the tree, you know, a pagan I would be. And so 

I do not thank the tree, but He who made it.

Photography ©Francis Moloney.

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