Back to The Beechwoods

Namaste to all. I have been in more pain than usual for a few days, and it doesn’t feel like it will ease off quickly. I will not write much today, because my fingers are affected. 

Beechwoods are my personal favourites. The pictures above were taken in 2007, during my final visit to this magical area. The woods, which are protected by the National Trust, grace the hilltop where I grew up, and hold decades worth of wonderful memories for me. Please enjoy.

Peace and best wishes. 

Come Forth Into The Light Of Things, Let Nature Be Your Teacher.

~ William Wordsworth.

Photography ©Francis Moloney.

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Greenhorn to Angel

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Namaste, and greetings. It has taken more time than I intended to get back to you with part two of our Hanbury Hall pics.  The ol’ ‘condition’ kicked in, and I was challenged to do anything; other than *endure.

But, with the summer rain gently drenching the chestnut trees outside my window, I feel good to go.

A house that has been frozen in time, the visitors are the only things that move.  All this opulence, yet the dinner plates remain forever empty.  The wooden toys remind me of many still being sold when I was small. Very disappointing things they were too, (apart from Airfix models, and Mecano sets.)  I possessed many more books than I did toys, and spent as much time as I could in the woods, exploring.

A good friend of Amanda owns a house like this, and, to keep the house aired in the days before I became house-bound, she would very kindly ask us to move in while she was abroad. This way, I have experienced both homelessness, and stateliness; and for me, somewhere in between seems best.

I shall take this opportunity to thank our friends and followers, and to wish you a very blessed summer/winter, where ever on Earth you happen to be.

Until next time, from this greenhorn who wishes to become an angel, peace from Amras.

 

Remember (Your Name),

The first thing that I taught you

After you woke from your long sleep

In my womb – was Love.

 

 

*I’ve had some medical attention this week, and a hospital visit has been arranged for next month. I’ll let you know.

Photography ©Amanda Moloney.

The Story Goes

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Greetings dear readers. A few days ago, Amanda and Luke went to Hanbury Hall, where they took these pics for us. Hanbury Hall is a stately home situated somewhere in Worcestershire, (pronounced ‘wustersher’,) and is the property of our National Trust. It is also open to the public all year round.

Such ‘wealth’ on show, yet sorrow cannot be bought off. The story goes that the former owner of the house died tragically, leaving no heirs. But, would one not be inclined to imagine that to live in such a house would be paradise? I think not, certain as I am that stateliness never cancelled karma.

Being housebound, I don’t get to experience these places any more, and so I am immeasurably grateful that my family enjoy going out with their cameras to capture these images for me.  And, I, in return, like to share them with you. I hope you like them.

I will post the pics from the inside of the house next time, which (all being well,) will be soon.  My body hasn’t  fared comfortably this year so far, and any healing wishes you send will be very gratefully received.

So, with my sincerest thanks to all my fellows, and followers, ’til next time, peace, and namaste from Amras.

 

“Do not spoil what you have by desiring what you have not;

but remember that what you now have

was once among the things you only hoped for.” Author Unknown 

 

 

Photography ©Amanda Moloney.