Be Prepared

 

Here we are with part two, gazing once again at sleek and shiny machines. Mercedes Benz World is located in Surrey, England. Here you can learn how cars work, take advanced driving courses, or just have a go in a fast car. You can even step inside a grounded Concorde and look around.

Because I am housebound, Amanda holds the keys to the family car. That’s her in the red jacket. I haven’t been able to drive since I became disabled, and I miss it a lot. During the work and school runs, every red light was an opportunity for a silent prayer. Every long traffic jam, a chance to catch up on some reading. Phone calls were private, and I always got to choose the music that best suited my mood – bonus.

When I was a boy scout, a very long time ago, I was told a story about a boy who took the trouble to ask himself how he might respond if he should witness an accident. It happened that one day, when he was riding in a bus, it crashed, and although he wasn’t hurt, many elderly passengers were. It was he who ran immediately to the nearest telephone, and called 999. He then administered first aid to the injured passengers – using shirts for bandages, and neckties for slings, etc. He worked until the emergency services arrived. Tributes aside, I feel that this boy’s greatest reward was in the satisfaction of knowing that he had successfully marshalled an effective, and well prepared response to the emergency.

In my job, I worked with injured and disabled people every day. I met many good folk whose active lives had come to an abrupt end. And, as I mentioned some time back, I grew up with a severely disabled brother, (who is coming to see me later today to celebrate my 66th). Therefore, and not that I don’t complain aplenty, I do endeavour to face my own trials perhaps more stoically than I otherwise might have.

Ok, I hope you enjoyed our two parter, and that you are also enjoying things in general. The world may be a sad place today, but nothing lasts forever. ‘For sudden the worst turns the best to the brave’ – and universal balance will return. We know this because circumstances have called us to stand firmly in the light of humanity’s highest values. The darker the shadow, the brighter the light. Those who know that heaven is real, can love their way across the battlefield, and then we, as one family together will light up the skies of dawn.

I think I’ve written enough for now. Thank you to all who read, follow, and comment. I hope to return soon. Until then, peace from Amras.

Do not place treasures for yourselves on the earth, where moths and corrosion disfigure and where thieves break in and steal. But place treasures for yourselves in Heaven, where neither moths nor corrosion disfigure and where thieves neither break in nor steal. For where your treasure is, there is your heart also.

Matthew 6 – 19

 

Photography ©Amanda Moloney.

At All Times

Greetings from Amras. Today we are trying out a new background, while departing temporarily from our usual depictions of green, and living things. Instead we want to focus on shiny horseless carriages – with a trip down London way.

Our son treated Amanda to a day spent gazing at new, and historic cars. They visited Mercedes Benz World, which is a great place for a family day out. He ushered his mother from one car to another, at all times uttering quips. That’s him in the last pic, sampling something expensive. Please enjoy, there will be another, slightly longer post to follow.

Until then, as far as possible, strive to be at peace in all circumstances.

But who of you, while taking pains, is able to add a foot and a half to his stature?

Matthew 6 – 27

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.

Brushwork in The Concrete Jungle

Top of the time of day to you. These are the final pics in our London collection, I really hope you enjoy them. Todays assortment pay tribute to a Grange Hotel manager clearly blessed with a good eye for art. I featured the print of Kandinsky’s “Small Pleasures” because a copy graced the study in our favourite Glastonbury holiday retreat.

I’m sure that the views from the hotel window are pleasing to lovers of cityscapes. If I found myself there though, I suspect that the remoteness of forests, meadows, hills, streams, and birdsong would overwhelm me as surely as the old Christian church appears to be overwhelmed by the bloated cathedrals of commerce which dominate every inch of surrounding space.

Having written that, it must be said the hotel is impressive, and I dare say a welcome retreat from those cacophonous streets.

With thanks to our readers, as always. Namaste from Amras.

We who strive to think, speak, and behave according to our best understandings of dignity, truth, and honesty, can serve our confused brethren very well, I think, if we all pray most earnestly now for the establishment on earth of the following sentence:

No More Lies! 

 

Photography ©Amanda Moloney.

Overlooking All

 

Hello, and best wishes to everyone. This month’s guest photographer is also a family member, named Alex. A classical guitarist by profession, he took these pics during his recent working tour of Croatia. Lucky fellow. He was most taken by the very distinctive St Mark’s Cathedral, and also by the stunning Cathedral of The Assumption, with its two lofty spires overlooking all of Zagreb. And for those choices I don’t blame him.

Alex is a young, and very cheery sort of chap, so I felt that a footnote somewhat more facetious than usual would be fitting, I hope you agree.

Until next time, Namaste and Peace from Amras.

 

When I die, I want to go peacefully like my grandad did, in his sleep — not screaming, like the passengers in his car.

Spike Milligan.

Photography ©Alexander Hart.