Greetings, from far flung corners of the garden. These pics were taken an afternoon or two ago, just before the rain.
I hope all readers are having a good day, and I plan to return soon, with more of the same – only different.
Thoughts are things, and some have wings, while others bind with chains. Let them guide, or let them slide – just choose, and don’t complain.
Photography by Francis Moloney.
Now David had been told, “Ahithophel is among the conspirators with Absalom.” So David prayed, “Lord, turn Ahithophel’s counsel into foolishness.”
Greetings. In March I wrote a little about forgiving. This is extremely difficult to achieve when we are experiencing the unforgivable. However, if we are seeking sincerely for a way to forgive those who hurt us, perhaps we might feel inspired to pray very simply from our deepest hearts, like David once did, that their wicked deeds shall simply come to nothing.
Rancour is the chain that binds the wingèd soul to pain – and wings that were designed to fly might never span the sky again.
About the pics. The elevated path winds lazily through forested avenues, where celestial streams of golden light dance freely with the drifting shadows – and welcomes all with softly whispered breezes to the golden throne of the eternal crowned sun.
I hope our readers are standing firmly in the sunshine of inner peace. Despite the rising clamour of external events, personal victory is born in silence.
Meanwhile, winter lingers in my bones, demanding time and effort for every little task. So I will take this opportunity to thank everyone who finds time to spend with our posts. After a recent update, it has become almost impossible to ‘like’ blogs on any device. This nuisance has happened before, but the talents of this blogging community deserves attention. So I will take this opportunity to thank everyone who finds time to spend with our posts. It is an honour, because yours are brilliant. I hope to be back soon, until then, peace, stay well, and be strong.
“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 ©Amanda Moloney.
We’re back, that was quick, but I was keen to share some more soothing pics from Weybridge with you. This time we end with a very different pair of wings. Please enjoy.
If one would realize that the world of God, His splendor and magnificence, are to be seen in the wise and the foolish, in the good and the bad, then one would think tolerantly and reverently of all mankind, knowing that it represents the messenger, as the messenger represents God.
Pir-o-Murshid Inayat Khan.
Photography©Amanda Moloney.
Greetings, I’m back, already. This is a quickie from me, just to say thank you, for all the kind words and wishes I have received since returning to the fold. I am touched deeply by your kindness. These pics are a few weeks old now, but it is never too late to enjoy the living wonders of creation. When the day of grace unites humanity finally, then our beating hearts will surely feel as light as butterflies wings. And what a joy it will be, just to be alive.
I wonder, by the way, if our smiling frog was considering snacking on the butterfly.
Until next time, Peace.
A child’s mind, lacking a developed cortex, is virtually incapable of discrimination.
The child inevitably makes many false evaluations of the world.
Many of these false-to-facts judgements are conditioned into the nervous system on the
‘unconscious’ level, and can be carried over to adulthood.
Hence, we have a well educated man or woman who reacts in an infantile fashion.
A. E. van Vogt.
Photography©Amanda Moloney.
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