Kew Gardens

Hello readers. These pics were taken very recently, when Amanda and Luke visited Kew Gardens, in London.

I have been somewhat distracted by increased pain and discomfort. It’s been ongoing for a while – making writing, and just about everything else rather challenging. With that thought, please bear with me while I keep posts short. And if a prayerful healer sends relief my way, I will not be ungrateful. 

Back soon with more from Kew. Until then, I hope you spend each day in peace.

Speak to Him, thou, for He hears, and Spirit with Spirit can meet- Closer is He than breathing, and nearer than hands and feet.

Alfred, Lord Tennyson.

Photography ©Amanda Moloney.

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Celebrating Contrast

Greetings, I truly hope your Easter Day was a good one. My fingers, while improving, are still quite painful to use, so this is another short post. These bumblebee eye-view  pics were taken in our garden yesterday. I find those little white flowers quite gorgeous.

At times like these, when the sacred light of the world is shamelessly scorned, and open war is declared upon the innocent, listen carefully. Faith silently testifies that the wicked lose everything. The darker the shadow, the brighter the light. If we all light a candle in the night, it won’t be dark any longer. In the end, the light shines ever brighter.

Until next time, keep your candle burning.

“Prayer should bring us to an
altar where no walls or names exist.”
Rabia of Basra.

Photography ©Francis Moloney.

Time Flies

 

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.

Photography ©Amanda Moloney.

Landlocked Brits

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Despite many challenges, both physical, and technical, I’m back.

Although October is starting to get chilly, I have managed to spend a little high quality time in the garden. What impresses me most about being outdoors so far is how warm it still feels compared to July.

What a disappointing month that was for landlocked Brits.

The pics, taken in a day, show glimpses of the season in motion, I hope you enjoy viewing them.

As always I want to thank all readers, and followers who drop by these pages. I sincerely hope that they are worth your time. I am sorry that I can’t always reply to comments promptly, but I can’t thank you, dear readers, enough for the compassion, and wisdom contained in your comments.

I’m just about done for now, so until next time, peace, and Namaste from Amras.

 

“Finally, may we indeed, keep in our hearts, that our humble blogs are the spirits that keep the World Wide Web humane. Let us use this gift to flourish as people! Let us cherish one another! And be thankful for one another, because at some point, we touch our respective lives.”  ~ Aina Balagtas https://lyricssentimentsandme.wordpress.com

 

 

Photography ©Francis Moloney.

Closer They Flew

Guardians

People in this world must make their own sunshine. Discouragement too often overtakes those whose lives pass in the petty details of common-place existence.

Of all things, when the mood of discouragement overtakes one, he should think of anything and everything else than his own troubles, and more than this, should take measures at once to follow new currents of thought and feeling.

Sometimes the mood is merely the result of bodily conditions; and requires for its cure sleep, or exercise in open air, or change of diet, or a simple waiting until it passes away of itself. When it springs from causes not connected to the body, then the cure must be spiritual or intellectual.

An interesting novel, visitation among the poor, constant intercourse with fresh minds, change of scene, travel, the study of a science new to the patient, anything that will absorb the brain and keep it from consuming itself is good medicine.

The world is full of sunshine and beauty. “It is meet, right, and our bounden duty,” that we should open our hearts to all the soothing, healing, invigorating influences of the sky that bends over us in unchanging love, the balmy air, the happy chirp of innumerable insects, the ten thousand voices with which nature speaks to him whose ears are opened to receive her gentle teachings.

“Sunshine And Culture” from The “Summerland Messenger” 1875.

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I manned my freshly repaired stair-lift, and made my way downstairs. Then, I stood outside, propped by two sticks, and felt the wintry sun shining on my face. Emmie, our faithful greyhound, sauntered up, and leaned gently against me.

High up, above the chestnut trees,  many figures were seemingly engaged in a fierce dog-fight. Closer they flew, until I could see that eight crows were harassing a very large hawk.

Closer yet they flew, until they were directly overhead. At this point, six crows departed, leaving two, who corralled the hawk even closer to view. I could count his feathers almost. Suddenly the crows headed for the trees, and the hawk, set free, soared away westward.

What a time to leave my camera indoors.

 

With that, I would like to thank all readers who enjoy this site; and a special thank you to Jay, for your patience and selfless kindness. (In return, I would like to ask for any reader who may feel so inspired, to say a little prayer for Jay.)

My health, perforce, is keeping me a little preoccupied, which is why I haven’t been blogging much of late. So I hope at least to create quality for you (if not quantity.)

 

The pic, “Guardians” was inspired by the story above, I hope you like it.

 

In The Name of The Universal Declaration of World Peace ~ Namaste from Amras.

 

 

 

Artwork ©Francis Moloney.