While it Lasts

A Happy New Year to everybody. In these photos you can see how mild, and muddy we are having it for the time of year. It was chillier, in fact, throughout July and August than it is today. You won’t hear any complaints, however, from local folk, who are enjoying it while it lasts.

My brotherly thanks to all readers, and fellow bloggers. If sometimes I can be a bit slow to respond to you, this is due entirely to the ups and downs of living daily with an infirmity.

Meanwhile, a brand new year of opportunity beckons, and, when we look for them, opportunities to do good come to each one of us every day.

With my best wishes to everyone: peace from Amras.

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The glory of creation is in its infinite diversity

And the ways our differences combine to create 

meaning, and beauty.

 Gene Roddenberry.

 

 

Photography ©Amanda Moloney.

Ich Bin

Greetings, and I hope that your days are filled with happy moments. These photos were taken by Chris, during his recent trip to Berlin. Pictured are the Fernsehturm, the Spandauer Vorstadt, and Friedrichshain.  I find these pics quite moody, they convey to me a sense of approaching winter. They also feel a little bit lonely. Although Chris makes friends very easily, he, like me, prefers the country life. Knowing this, I doubly appreciate his generous efforts on behalf of this blog. Here’s to Chris.*

In the meanwhile I managed to attain my sixty third year on this glorious globe. Yay me.

I hope you enjoyed this post. With sincere thanks to all our readers, until next time:

Peace from Amras.

 

“Feel me. I am strong and fierce, yet I am soft and gentle. 

I have much power, yet I am peaceful and loving. 

I can defend myself, yet I remain kind and giving. 

Feel who I am. I have much joy and passion,

yet I am not dramatic. 

I do not indulge in negative emotions.”       

 From meeting Tabuk by Ellen Lieberman Weil.

*Previous posts from Chris:

https://amras888.wordpress.com/2016/10/22/take-my-breath-away/

https://amras888.wordpress.com/2016/10/05/jiggery-pokery/

Photography ©Chris. P. Hammond.

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!

Once Again

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Around these parts, we have had some surprisingly cold weather  during recent weeks, and this fact has been somewhat challenging. Summer though, returned just the other day, and it gave me enough disposable energy to go a-pic-hunting.

I return again therefore with photos to share. Although posting is difficult while my computer suffers its own set of disabilities, my camera is working just fine; so please enjoy the freshly taken pics above.

Peace, and Namaste to all, from Amras.

Let the love within reach out to all without.

Photography ©Francis Moloney.

Appearances

Appearances

 

As individuals, working out our freedom, we want to get away from argument, from hurts, from trying to force our opinions on others, from pretending, and from the feeling that we have to suffer other people’s criticism. This can be come in one, and only one, way: by seeing right through all this camouflage to the eternal Spirit back of each one of us, the One Mind in which we all “live and move and have our be­ing.” All are made out of the same Stuff. When we unify, in love, with Life, we talk in a universal language with which we can speak to prince or pauper.

~ Ernest Holmes.

 

When wickedness throws down the gauntlet, victory belongs to hearts at peace.

Boy, have I got a story to tell you. Over the holiday, our savings were gutted by parties unidentified. They left us with fresh air to pay our winter bills. Bad time to pick on disabled folk.

Alongside this, Amanda had a punctured tyre, and my stairlift broke down, imprisoning me. Things looked bad.

However, after three phone calls, and no loss of comfort, everything was fixed. We sold a few things, and the rolling storm was transformed back into a fragrant zephyr. I expect fully, that when the perpetrator(s) are rumbled, our stolen monies will be returned too. This story can only get better.

So, there it is. It was bad, but we’ve weathered worse. It made no dent on the peace, and sacredness of our Christmas, and neither should it have. I dearly hope that every reader had a peaceful celebration too.

 

Today, for the first time this New Year, I found the stamina to write a little. While I would love to blog more, my health is a challenging companion. Winter is my least favourite time of year, (except when it snows), because all my activities are so severely curtailed. Darn!

Be that as it may, I hope sincerely, that you, dear reader, are of good cheer today. I hope too that you enjoyed the quote by the brilliant Ernest Holmes, it will be the last for now. Although it’s been a couple of decades since I read his books, I remember them very fondly still.

For a great close-up view, why not try tapping on the above pic. This photo, taken in Limassol, Cyprus, amused me, and seemed àpropos of our story, inasmuch as it just goes to show that appearances are illusionary indeed.

Until next time, peace, and namaste from Amras.

 

“When the soul is without blemish, it can rise far above the highest mountains.”  

~ Apollonius.

Photography ©Francis Moloney.