The Other Two Towers

Greetings. I hope you all found time to enjoy your solstice. I have been through a painful health issue in the last few days. Fear not though, because I remain unconcerned. The above pics are the second in our new London collection. I sincerely hope you like them. 

There are features in these pics familiar to folk who have never even been to England. 

For myself, I like to visualise this place as having clean air, with clean water, and clean new machines that may require the spark of fire – plus peaceful people; who are at peace with their station on the green earth.  

I hope you might share this vision I hold in the ethers for these noisy places which are situated all over the world; and thereby may those particular two towers remain worthy to stand, perhaps, for a few generations more.

Until next time, be steadfast, and abide in peace.

May the Light of Love radiate from the very centre of every atom that lies within every molecule of every cell in your loving body.

Photography ©Amanda Moloney.

This post is dedicated to study of The Fifth Element.

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More Wings and Water

We’re back, that was quick, but I was keen to share some more soothing pics from Weybridge with you. This time we end with a very different pair of wings. Please enjoy.

If one would realize that the world of God, His splendor and magnificence, are to be seen in the wise and the foolish, in the good and the bad, then one would think tolerantly and reverently of all mankind, knowing that it represents the messenger, as the messenger represents God.

Pir-o-Murshid Inayat Khan.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Photography©Amanda Moloney.

 

In The Waiting

 

These beautiful tropical fish, and koi carp live in England, in a village called Matlock Bath. I find it very relaxing to watch fish going about their affairs. There is an inner stillness felt when so absorbed. I used to do a little snorkeling in the mediterranean during my pre-disabled years, and was often astonished by some of the antics of sea creatures.

Once a group of tiddlers* swam hugging my left side. They followed me this way until a hapless solitary fish swam just a little too close to my right side. In the blink of an eye the hidden group were feasting on it. Clever little fellows.

Fish know nothing of Christmas, and do not anticipate a time of giving and receiving. Yet they are not sad. Perhaps that is one reason why they can be so relaxing to watch.

My thanks, as always, to all readers and followers. I hope you enjoy this post. I would like to take this opportunity to ask that we send our love on the winds now to all those who will be alone this Christmas. May the inner meaning of Christmas overtake the seedy exploitation we see ever more in all our hearts.

Until next time, and may it be soon. Peace from Amras.

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“I said to my soul, be still and wait without hope

For hope would be hope for the wrong thing; wait without love

For love would be love of the wrong thing; there is yet faith

But the faith and the love and the hope are all in the waiting.

Wait without thought, for you are not yet ready for thought:

So the darkness shall be the light, and the stillness the dancing.”

T.S. Elliot.

 

*Please excuse my non latin nomenclature.

Photography ©Amanda Moloney.

The Golden Season

Greetings from this writer. These pics are dedicated to those good readers who have sent healing wishes my way. The last five pics were taken one week later than the others, and I think it’s easy to see how fast the golden season encroaches.

Since returning, after experiencing a difficult summer, to a relatively manageable physical state, I am taking every opportunity, while it lasts, to  get out and capture local scenery at its best. If heaven permits, I will continue.

By the way, I hope you liked the alternative picture format, and I hope too to return very soon.

With thanks from me. Peace, and Namaste.

 

A Book of Verses underneath the Bough,
 A Jug of Wine, a Loaf of Bread—and Thou,
Beside me singing in the Wilderness,
 And oh, Wilderness is Paradise now.

Omar Khayyám

 

 

 

 

 

Photography©Francis Moloney.

Strictly Speaking

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Greetings to everyone, and with thanks to all our blogger friends, new and old, here are some more photographs from a corner of old England for you to enjoy. These pics, like last month, were taken in Devon. The crystals and bloom in the stream were Amanda’s contribution.

Last month I told you that one of the people helping to push my wheelchair in Devon was my brother, Philip. This was not, strictly speaking, the case. In fact he was just holding on to one handle to help steady his feet while Luke did the pushing, very slowly.  Philip suffered severe brain damage during a minor hospital operation in childhood, and as a result of this he can neither talk, feed and dress himself, or use the toilet. In fact he is totally dependant in every sense for all of his needs. Despite all that, he was kept, loved, and cared for by the family. He has become a wonderful character in his own right, and has the merriest laugh for miles.

Sadly, those responsible for his suffering refused to own it, and my father failed to find a solicitor willing to seek justice from the  mighty medical profession. It was 1955 after all.

Our parents harboured no anger that I was aware of, they were resigned to the facts. My mother, in fact, was a nurse in the NHS for many years before moving into pharmacy a couple of decades before retiring. Their choice to keep and care for Philip, however, brought many blessings, along with monumental challenges, plus undue social pressure, from time to time, to have him institutionalised.

Every day, in my profession, I met parents of children who suffer like Philip, and I was always deeply touched by their faith and fortitude. Since our parents passed a few years ago, I have never doubted, not even for one tiny instant, that they have been greatly blessed for lives so unselfishly lived.

The good do good and get better. The wicked do bad and get worse. One day, our accumulated choices will sweep us to a personal destiny, where fair acknowledgements are guaranteed.

Most folk might feel, quite understandably, that this is a story of misfortune. For me, however, Philip has been a very valuable teacher. His love and courage opened my eyes at a very young age, and it is miraculous that he has lived such a long and active life, contrasting his predicament. Therefore, despite outer appearances, I consider myself most blessed.

Since our parents graduated, Philip has gone to live, minutes away from us, with friends in the countryside, and is very happy indeed. He visits regularly, with his ever laughing eyes and mischievous smile.

I don’t know who wrote the following words, but the writer, indeed, was quite right.

Why are there so many handicapped souls on the planet today?
When an individual perceives another as handicapped, it would be helpful to perceive that same person as an evolved soul. Disabled individuals are “able” in ways that a normal person is not. They see beyond illusion and know what is true and what is false. These souls anchor the energy of unconditional love in a conditional world. 

With all that said, may the world revolve in peace, until next time, Namaste from Amras.

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