Divine Elegance

 

Namaste to all our readers. These beautiful, and colourful creatures grace the corners of the Stratford Butterfly Farm, in Warwickshire, England. Life, as we well know, expresses divine elegance through infinite diversity in infinite combinations. The fish know only water, while the snake belongs to earth. The frog can find a home on earth, and in the water too. Butterflys seek sanctuary both on earth and in the air.

We people walk, and cook. We swim, and fly. Above all else, we know. Five creative elements are fused in us in living sync.

While the immature prince of Denmark, seen contemplating his existence in a stone image, was created in the imagination of a human, who can even begin to conceive of the scope of the imagination of the creator of the human?

And, though we share some small similarity with the shape of the contemplative frog, and some folk choose to stoop as low as snakes, while others act as cold as fish. We are all born, like the caterpillar, with the capability of becoming something extraordinary, and beautiful.

Thank you for stopping by to read. Until next time, peace from Amras.

 

“Two things awe me most, the starry sky above me

 and the moral law within me.”

Immanuel Kant.

 

Féileacán ~ ag Amanda O Maoldhomnaigh

 

 

Photography©Amanda Moloney.

 

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Hurry on Sundown

Greetings, and thank you to our readers. For those who may not know, the title is named after an old Hawkwind song, and the following paragraph is my new twist on the message of the lyrics.

See what tomorrow brings. When I look into my mind’s eye – I see only peace. I hope this vision is shared with many, because nothing in this world can really be what it appears to be, when the world itself is a perfect creation, crafted by the perfect creator.

What is real is what we feel when all we have is love. I feel that it is a worthwhile exercise to mine the faith we held as children, and trust that despite all its woes and lamentations, the world is always being born anew for those who love.

The photograph was taken last year in Liverpool by Amanda’s sister, and donated most kindly for our readers. It brings to my mind thoughts of souls we have known, who had to leave us behind, and sail away gracefully aboard proud white ships to the silvery shores of the undiscovered country.  They are ever in our hearts.

With that said, I will bow out for now, and hope to return soon.

Peace from Amras.

 

When you stop to pray for peace, the world depends on you. 

 

 

Photography ©Jayne Perry.

The Grace of The World

Greetings. I have been a bit more poorly than usual for a while, so please do bear with me if this post seems brief. All of our lives are in transition, and nothing exists but all that is becoming. Only the giver of grace is eternally motionless, yet waits far ahead of all that moves, in the silences of forever.

One of the nicest things I find about our community is the respect we share, and I wish for the happiest of futures to find their way fast to all our doorsteps.

These pics were taken today, at Kingsbury Water Park in the West Midlands, UK. Please enjoy.

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

“When despair for the world grows in me and I wake in the night at the least sound in fear of what my life and my children’s lives may be ……I go and lie down where the wood drake rests in his beauty on the water, and the great heron feeds. I come into the peace of wild things who do not tax their lives with forethought of grief. I come into presence of still water. And I feel above me the day-blind stars waiting with their light. For a time I rest in the grace of the world, and am free.”

~Wendell Berry, “The Peace of Wild Things”

 

 

 

Photography ©Amanda Moloney.

Let’s Hear it For The Good

Rumours of spring are in the air, the winds have changed direction, crocuses grow unafraid in the garden, and my fellow bloggers are giving voice to seasonal optimism.

So, with all that in mind, and all things being equal, I decided to post more pics of winter.

Actually, these are the remaining pics from Scotland which I promised to post, and they’re of Luke’s riparian ramblings at Loch Ness.

While my computer has survived for another month, (though not for want of daily attention,) my health has demanded even more scrutiny than usual, and pain has slowed me down more these past weeks. Nevertheless, I hope sincerely that all my readers are happy, and faring physically as well as they may.

Anyways, I thought it would be a good time to make this declaration:

“Let’s hear it for the good”

Because we are, along with our peaceful sisters and brothers, the world over, coerced daily to hear it from the bad.

Wickedness notwithstanding, nothing lasts forever. Waves dip before they rise, and because all things must pass, it’s well to remember that *“For sudden the worst turns the best to the brave.”

Until next time, (speaking optimistically, as always) I wish all readers peace, and hope to return soon with more to share.

Namaste.

 

*From Robert Browning’s affecting poem “Prospice,”  which follows:

 

FEAR death?—to feel the fog in my throat,

  The mist in my face,

When the snows begin, and the blasts denote

  I am nearing the place,

The power of the night, the press of the storm,

  The post of the foe;

Where he stands, the Arch Fear in a visible form,

  Yet the strong man must go:

For the journey is done and the summit attain’d,

  And the barriers fall,

Though a battle’s to fight ere the guerdon be gain’d,

  The reward of it all.

I was ever a fighter, so—one fight more,

  The best and the last!

I would hate that death bandaged my eyes, and forbore,

  And bade me creep past.

No! let me taste the whole of it, fare like my peers

  The heroes of old,

Bear the brunt, in a minute pay glad life’s arrears

  Of pain, darkness and cold.

For sudden the worst turns the best to the brave,

  The black minute’s at end,

And the elements’ rage, the fiend-voices that rave,

  Shall dwindle, shall blend,

Shall change, shall become first a peace out of pain.

  Then a light, then thy breast,

O thou soul of my soul! I shall clasp thee again,

  And with God be the rest!

Eternal Day

The soul longs, with its deepest intensity, for self-preserva­tion. It is the spiritual conviction in that deep cryptic being of ours that we are born of eternal day and made in the image of God to traverse a heavenly way. It is the strongest emotion we have. Why is this true unless way back there, in the be­ginnings of creation, there was incarnated in us that deathless Principle of Life which of Itself knows no defeat? We may analyze ourselves all we want to, and get a certain satisfaction out of so doing, but there can never come lasting peace and happiness without spiritual conviction, the reason being that Spirit is Reality. ~ Ernest Holmes.

 

To all friends, followers, and fellow bloggers, (I am too ill to write more for now) – Blessings, and Namaste from Amras.

 

 

“Thousands of candles can be lit from a single candle, 

and the life of the candle will not be shortened.

Happiness never decreases by being shared.”

~ Buddha 

 

 

Artwork ©Francis Moloney.