Uppercase Urban Ambles

A long time ago, before we arrived, the stage was all set for matter alive. Each one a rung on the spiralling stair, we all belong in each other’s care.

Namaste, and sincere greetings to all readers. Last weekend, Amanda was back in the capital, on business. With a blog post in mind, she rose with the dawn to take these pics while the streets were free from the morning throngs. And what a beautiful day it was, which seems quite providential when you think about it, because since the weekend we find ourselves scudding through April monsoons once again.

Here in this ancient city, we walk on roads old and new. Here things that came into existence a long time ago endure alongside things now becoming. If this place should stand come two millennia hence, I wonder how much, if any of what we see today will remain.

We belong to our time, as the builders of the wooden ships that sailed from here belonged to theirs. They too walked on roads old and new. If we were they, would we do things differently?

Fortunately, it doesn’t matter, because metaphysical speculation doesn’t increase knowledge. And none of us here are qualified to judge the soul of any other, even though we may taste perforce the rotten fruits of their ignoble labours. However, the divine gift, freely given at birth, which is the knowledge of right and wrong, unites us more intimately with the hearts of our noble ancestors than do all the handmade things they left for us to own, no matter how greatly valued, or even useful they are.

We know only too well the wrongs that were committed by certain ancestors, for we are charged with fixing them. While we observe the blind leading the blind to perdition, divine honour gently reminds us to work hard at keeping our personal lives clean, and above all, blameless. And to know that no matter how painful and difficult our individual lives may be, we are charged with the duty to say no when we are called upon to hurt, steal, cheat, lie and kill. It is as easy as that, where is the confusion?

I love the lonely palm tree, flourishing in exile, and reminding the riverbank of long ago, in a very different time, when lions and crocodiles were familiar feeders around here.

We want to express our gratitude to all who enjoy dropping by, there will be more photos taken during that morning in the big city coming soon. Until then, take care of your thoughts, strive to keep a light heart, and keep in mind at all times the fact that you are a child of the divine creation, no matter what anyone ignorant of this self-evident fact might believe.

Peace from Amras.

Willing to experience aloneness, I discover connection everywhere;
Turning to face my fear, I meet the warrior who lives within;
Opening to my loss, I am given unimaginable gifts;
Surrendering into emptiness, I find fullness without end.
Each condition I flee from pursues me. Each condition I welcome transforms me
And becomes itself transformed Into its radiant jewel-like essence.
I bow to the one who has made it so, Who has crafted this Master Game;
To play it is pure delight, To honor it is true devotion.

~ Psychotherapist Jennifer Welwood.

Photography ©Amanda Moloney.

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Wings and Water

 

Greetings from a place of good expectations, where we cheerily anticipate the coming warm weather. Amanda took these pics during her most recent visit to our sons home in Weybridge, which is close to London. And what a beautiful day that was for April. The little white flowers, and butterfly, were taken in our garden, but they begged to be included. I hope you agree.

Because I lack sufficient stamina to continue writing, I will rest for now, but not before saying thank you to all of our readers and followers, with our gratitude for the support you bring to this, our peace-loving blog.

And with that, it’s Peace again, and out from me

“If you feel like you don’t fit in this world, it’s because you are here to help build another.” (Unknown.)

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Give it A Go

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I wanted to squeeze in one more post for the merry month of May. Thanks to my computer and connection issues, writing feels like I’m typing only one letter per minute, while racing to beat the next connection outage. Peculiar, isn’t it.

Today, however, I’m determined to give it a go. Amanda visited the Victoria & Albert museum, in London, and took some great pics, a few of which are above.

The V&A is my personal favourite museum. I spent hours and hours during my early years visiting the local museums and art galleries. I used to take along my sketch pad, and had a thing about drawing skeletons; an interest that came in handy when I made my living by mending broken bones for the NHS.

I hope you like the pics, and, all being well, I may post some more from Amanda’s latest trip.

With our heartfelt thanks to all readers, and followers: may June bring peace, and blessings for all.

Namaste from Amras.

 

“If we find ourselves with a desire that nothing in this world can satisfy, the most probable explanation is that we were made for another world.”

~ C.S. Lewis

 

 

Photography ©Amanda Moloney.

Time, Tides, and Tidiness

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Namaste, and greetings. I’ll not write much today, except to say that with Spring being so close, it’s time to brandish cameras and head into the great outdoors again. Amanda took hers down to Surrey, in London’s South West, where our son lives. Here they strolled, and saw the sights above.

Canals are a common site in Britain. During their hey-day, they were a super fast highway for go-ahead businesses. Now they’re mainly for leisure purposes.

Our son particularly wanted Amanda to see Eric Clapton’s old guitar, so they ended up at Sullivans Wine Bar, (even tough Amanda doesn’t drink.) I enjoyed seeing the “Keep Britain Tidy” poster.  Not so long ago society didn’t care, and you had to watch where you were stepping.  Comparatively speaking, soiled streets are almost a thing of the past here now;  just like Concorde. I remember when Concorde was a grand dream for the future, though now it may said to stand beside the skeletons of dinosaurs. Tempus tends to fugit quite a lot of late.

But nevertheless, what grander wonders are awaiting us just around that next corner?

Until next time, thank you for reading, and peace from Amras.

 

Share with others, not only your knowledge, but those doubts that you may have,

because in speaking words, you are then able to control the thoughts. ~ Salumet.

 

 

Photography ©Amanda Moloney.

On Dark Waters of Isis

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Namaste, and greetings dear readers. Last month, our son, Luke, took these pics while boating on the Thames.  London seemed bluer than usual that day; nothing unusual about the rain though. Luke took these on his iPhone. The “UFO” over the battleship is only a reflected lamp. (Pity.)

I hope to return soon, and I wish you all a very happy day. Amras.

 

Dark is the world to thee; thyself art the reason why,
For is He not all but thou, that hast power to feel “I am I”?
Alfred, Lord Tennyson.

 

Photography ©Luke Moloney.