Wings and Water

 

Greetings from a place of good expectations, where we cheerily anticipate the coming warm weather. Amanda took these pics during her most recent visit to our sons home in Weybridge, which is close to London. And what a beautiful day that was for April. The little white flowers, and butterfly, were taken in our garden, but they begged to be included. I hope you agree.

Because I lack sufficient stamina to continue writing, I will rest for now, but not before saying thank you to all of our readers and followers, with our gratitude for the support you bring to this, our peace-loving blog.

And with that, it’s Peace again, and out from me

“If you feel like you don’t fit in this world, it’s because you are here to help build another.” (Unknown.)

                                                                                                                                Photography©Amanda Moloney.

 

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.

The Red Carpet

Greetings. How beautiful is this world: created for us.  I can never find words adequate to describe the wonder of being alive. The red carpet is rolled before the feet of a monarch; and are we not, each and everyone of us, the anointed monarch of our own lives? To take these pics, I need to be driven into the forest, which is otherwise within walking distance. From there, I lean against the car, or hobble for a few feet, using my trusty walking stick to save me from an undignified tumble. On this occasion, as you can see, the said carpet had been prepared in advance. The local church, atop the hill, crowns the forest. I enjoyed immensely the job of taking these pics, and hope sincerely that you enjoy viewing them.

I want to take this occasion to thank everyone who drops by this blog. Your visits are appreciated thoroughly, and may I say too, that your blogs are always inspiring to me. So, despite the howling cacophony that thunders on without, peace is real, and is found only within. And within every blog I read, I sense a longing for that peace to be shared.

May those of us for whom peace is the both the destination, and the path, be ever more mindful of this truth in the crazy days just ahead.

Hoping as ever to return soon. Namaste, and peace from Amras.

 

Every time you take a positive action on the basis

of a high-level consideration, you establish

certainties of courage, self-assurance

and skills.

A.E.vanVogt.

 

 

 

P.S., It seems that scoundrels are attempting to charge money online for photographs and original artworks from this site. Do not be duped.

 

Photography©Francis Moloney.

The Golden Season

Greetings from this writer. These pics are dedicated to those good readers who have sent healing wishes my way. The last five pics were taken one week later than the others, and I think it’s easy to see how fast the golden season encroaches.

Since returning, after experiencing a difficult summer, to a relatively manageable physical state, I am taking every opportunity, while it lasts, to  get out and capture local scenery at its best. If heaven permits, I will continue.

By the way, I hope you liked the alternative picture format, and I hope too to return very soon.

With thanks from me. Peace, and Namaste.

 

A Book of Verses underneath the Bough,
 A Jug of Wine, a Loaf of Bread—and Thou,
Beside me singing in the Wilderness,
 And oh, Wilderness is Paradise now.

Omar Khayyám

 

 

 

 

 

Photography©Francis Moloney.