To Be Alive

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Greetings, I’m back, already. This is a quickie from me, just to say thank you, for all the kind words and wishes I have received since returning to the fold. I am touched deeply by your kindness. These pics are a few weeks old now, but it is never too late to enjoy the living wonders of creation. When the day of grace unites humanity finally, then our beating hearts will surely feel as light as butterflies wings. And what a joy it will be, just to be alive.

I wonder, by the way, if our smiling frog was considering snacking on the butterfly.

Until next time, Peace.

 

A child’s mind, lacking a developed cortex, is virtually incapable of discrimination. 

The child inevitably makes many false evaluations of the world.

Many of these false-to-facts judgements are conditioned into the nervous system on the

‘unconscious’ level, and can be carried over to adulthood.

Hence, we have a well educated man or woman who reacts in an infantile fashion.

A. E. van Vogt.

 

 

Photography©Amanda Moloney.

 

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Peace from The Land of Rivers and Rocks

Celebrating the energetic import of 11/11, by spending the day in a wild and lonely place.  Amanda ventured afar to see what the world was up to, and what she found was that even way out here in the mountains of Snowdonia, the cry for world peace can being heard!

Amanda stands for peace!

This reminds me of the Great Wall of China, except, it isn’t; it’s only four feet tall, and it can’t be seen from space. (Not by Google Earth at least.)

Stepping out of her carefully camouflaged “Tardis“.

Dressed to explore.

Not there yet, but soaked already!

Fairy wings and magical things like rain, and light, and fern.

Day’s end, from the peaks of Snowdonia.

 

I really hope you enjoyed these pics. As a Celtic man, landscapes like those above, can touch a deep nostalgia, and a longing in me. I love the way we each are bonded to our homelands, and how keenly we feel this bond when in exile. I feel that underneath this longing, those brave enough to go may find that the basis of all our longing is a primal wish to return to our homes in the spirit.  I’m in no hurry, time takes us home, when time is decided. In the meantime I recall being told that whether we live a long or short life, it matters little in the life of the spirit. They are each but the blink of a blackbird’s eye when seen from our eternal perspective.

Need to rest now, hope to be back soon, been a little fragile these last several hours, so with those words, my thank you’s, and Peace………Namaste – Amras

 

 

Photography ©Amanda Moloney:2012.

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