Hello there, readers. I hope you find yourselves in fine fettle this day. The above pics were taken a few days ago, during Amanda’s second visit to The Stratford Butterfly Farm, Warwickshire.
Throughout the months of winter, I am confined to my bed for the greater part of every day. Counting bare branches on the rain drenched chestnut trees standing tall outside the house. Grounded, like a caterpillar – anticipating fondly that day when the sun will smile kindly again upon our northern climes. Summer brings the promise of improved mobility, and although I can’t without difficulty leave the confines of our house, the garden is my patch of eden. Here I spend the long, warm days, counting numberless leaves on branches attired – until the sun must travel south again. Optimism is an inner sun, whose yellow rays will rouse our frozen wings to life.
We are all born, like the caterpillar, with the capability of becoming something extraordinary, and beautiful.*
Until next time, strive to be happy. Amras.
“Optimism is the faith that leads to achievement. Nothing can be done without hope and confidence.”
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?
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.
Greetings, I hope to find you well. This is the first of a two parter where all pics were taken at the same location, but separated by a year. Whilst this year, our Summer has been somewhat wonderful (for the majority of non-farming folk), last year wasn’t always quite so good. Today’s pics, however, were taken on a particularly beautiful day during August ’17.
Tempus Fugit, and in one year so very much has flown swiftly by. Yet still the growing tale of events accelerates us ever further onwards. Although a year is a relatively short time for an aging adult, for the millions of tiny creatures who inhabit every inch of the natural landscape in our pics, it is a millennium. How inconceivably quickly time flies for tiny critters. I see no reason not to suppose that unimaginably vast beings are inhabiting spaces forever imperceptible to us, and whose lifespans endure far beyond any measure of time we might care to believe. Yet if even these hypothetical souls had a beginning, then they must as surely have an end. Therefore, it is fair to say that for them time probably flies in a relative way too.
My mother would often remark on the beauty of this world, and express her sadness that one day we have to leave. Nowadays I doubt strongly that she would swap her present environment for the troubled world she left behind. Our time here is flying, I think it’s best to practise kindness, and no matter how strong the temptation, to avoid wrongdoing.
Now, in the blink of a blackbird’s eye, all our time has flown on by.
Part two to follow. Namaste, and peace from Amras.
“Love is the only sane and satisfactory answer to the problem of human existence.” ~ Erich Fromm.
Namaste to all our readers, we return with pics taken this time somewhere in the English Midlands. These calm waters lie within the boundaries of the city. Defended by riparian trees. So calm and beautiful, yet close to industrial estates. A space perhaps coveted by uncaring developers, but a safe place to turn off, and tune out, (if not to drop in as well.)
Some working folk come here to fish, and enjoy the tranquility, and sheer contrast away from the fumes and concrete close-by.
For those inclined, this oasis can mirror the state of inner stillness, and reflect the potential of the mind to reveal its true nature – which is clarity. Inner stillness grants clarity, silences the world’s all-encompassing cacophony, and is our victory. If this part of us is not worth defending with firm personal boundaries, then nothing is.
May you hold firm your sacred boundaries, and swim daily in the cooling stillness of the borderless lake.
Peace from Amras.
When a long train of abuses and usurpations, all pursuing invariably the same destructive goals, threaten the very fabric of organic life and the serene harmony of the planet, it is the right, it is the organic duty to drop out of such morbid covenants and to evolve new loving social structures. ~ Dr. Timothy Leary.