Greetings, and best ever Christmas wishes to you.These pics were taken recently at a nearby Public Aquarium.
I feel that from the point of view of these marvellous and beautiful creatures, their world is a sort of prison. We have built a prison for them, even as we build prisons for ourselves. Encouragingly enough though, these particular captives don’t seem to suffer from any shortage of stimulation in this well-kept artificial habitat of theirs. How lovely it is too, to see the faces of visiting children light up in wonder at their first ever glimpse of these living marvels.
I wish that all captive creatures* were treated so well; and I hope that one day soon, we will agree to honour them all, and nature, in deep and wiser ways.
With that, may I wish you strength, and peace, to carry you into what promises to be a very stimulating New Year.
Be undivided in your affectionate kindness for all life. Keep your mind flexible.
After the rain, we can tiptoe together on a crimson carpet, through leaves of ruby-red on russet. Our garden hosts seven Japanese Maples; whose leaves fill every corner when November comes.
I find the colours breathtaking, and I enjoy sharing them. From flaming Acer leaves, to a golden butterfly perched on a ginkgo branch, and a violet hydrangea, whose petals turn blue when cold. These were all taken over the last three weeks. Please enjoy.
Indescribably wonderful is the gift of sight, and now is a very fine moment in which to give thanks for that gift, and to send much love to those who are forced to live without it.
May the light of love for this good earth shine forth brightly from the eyes of one and all, from this moment forwards, and then on forevermore.
Peace from Amras.
“When you learn to look with love in your eyes at all around you
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.
Hello again. One day later, and twelve months sooner – we return with part two. Today’s pics were taken only days ago.
In those sacred corners of this world, where peace prevails, and nature is allowed to practice its art, a thoughtful soul might, even if only for a moment, feel their connection to the divine.
The words, “Sic Transit Gloria Mundi” apply to those who would build monuments to themselves. From empty boastings, all the way up to the legacies of kings – whatever is built upon dust must fall. Yet beauty prevails wherever it can, never needing the help of kings, or commoners. For me, when this wider world of green and living wonders is allowed to practice its art, it never loses so much as an inch of its glory, no matter the season.
I took a tumble a few days ago, and am working my way through some consequences. Any healing wishes sent my way will be received with gratitude.
With that said, it’s time to rest. Namaste, and peace to every reader.
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.
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.