Let’s Hear it For The Good

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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!

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From Horizon to Horizon

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A warm welcome to you, dear readers. The photos above were taken by Luke, during his Christmas stay in Scotland. He is a fortunate fellow indeed, Scotland is one of my greatest loves, and one of the reasons why I miss travelling so very much.

The Highlands are one of the few places in these isles where you can find a spot, and gaze from horizon to horizon, aware that you might be the only living human being in that landscape. A vanishingly rare experience in such a crowded land.

On another note, if my monthly postings dry up this year, it might be because my ancient Mac is bleeding memory fast. It needs replacing more or less immediately. Our plan to replace the computer has been affected (among other things) by our government, which has plundered the social lifelines from us disabled folk. I am putting it mildly, but it is so. One wonders how they intend to spend their spoils.

For my part, I would not want to leave this world with the knowledge that I have so cruelly hurt so many who were helpless, and in my care. Especially when a great many of us became this way, one way or another, in the service of this country.

To be clear, I’ve had worse, and these words are not meant to convey any despondency. Far from it. The simple truth that I hope to convey, is that a clear conscience makes a peaceful heart, no matter what. When one door closes, a thousand swing open, and that part of us charged with the care of our moral wellbeing, our conscience, knows which way to take us. So please strive always to be of good cheer.

There will be more from Scotland next month, if posting is possible. Until then let us all remain ever true to our love and trust of the fathomless and blissful divine.

Peace, and Namaste from Amras.

 

“In solemn truth I tell you

that in so far as you withheld such services 

from one of the humblest of these,

   you withheld them from me.’’ 

                

Weymouth New Testament.

 

 

 

Photography ©Luke Moloney.

The Narrow Road

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The snow is deep, my stumbling feet,
I ooh and I ah—how white this sheet!

Basho.

Namaste, and greetings to all you good souls, people of the internet, to whom WordPress owes its magic. I’ve been a bit too ill to focus on blogging of late, which explains my longish absence.  Had a good day today though, and we had nice weather to go with it.

Although it hasn’t snowed in our part of the world, it is a likelihood, and so I thought I’d prepare myself with this old digitalised slide, taken in Scotland, over thirty years ago. And, what a wild and lonely place it depicts indeed. I’ve often wondered about the hardy individuals who live in this remote dwelling.

Anyways, I hope you like this memory of mine, (tap on the pic if you’d like a close up view,) and, I digitalised a few more old slides, which, fairly soon, I hope to share with you too.

Oh, and by the way, I turned sixty a few days ago – how cool is that.

Wishing you a very happy day.

Cheers from Amras.

Photo ©Francis Moloney.