Softly Whispered

 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.

See All Our Days To Come As Blooms

Reds & Yellows

 

 See all our days to come as blooms,

Our pasts, are roots,

And time, our stems,

Then let the rain fall on our leaves,

To celebrate experience.

Greetings from poorly Amras. Still experiencing problems with my eyes, got to squint to write. Once, after I had undergone a couple of eye operations, one of my teachers told me we don’t need eyes to ‘see’.  I took much comfort from this.

And, having worked in casualty departments for decades, I have always been astounded at just how tough people can be. It is truly astonishing, just how much that folk can overcome; particularly the young.  And I have always found much comfort in this too. This is the sort of comfort I would like to share.

My thanks now to all readers and followers, I hope to be back soon, with lots more lovely pics to show you. Until then, Namaste, and peace 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 © Amanda Moloney.

In The Blue Corner

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Namaste, and greetings. My health is making it difficult to use my computer at present. Hence, my diminished internet presence.

Never mind, today I wish to celebrate the long-awaited arrival of summer to our hills and valleys.  The above pics were taken in the shadows of our magnolia tree, and a red theme will follow. I hope you like them.

 

I deeply appreciate the likes and follows we receive here. And I am  thankful too to you wonderful new followers who have recently come on board. If I am ever slow to respond to a comment, please forgive me, I’m probably unable to write on those days.

 

Until next time, may it be soon, peace 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

Photgraphy ©Francis Moloney.

More from The Land of Rivers and Rocks

 

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Last November, we posted “Peace from The Land of Rivers and Rocks”.*  This month, Amanda returned to the’ Dru Yoga Retreat’ in rugged Snowdonia, to tough it out in the unseasonably chilly mountains of mythic Wales.

In the footsteps of the Mabinogi, she trekked through the dark Celtic landscape of local legends, and she took these pics to share with all who couldn’t be there.

There were so many great pics that I will need to make this the first of a series of posts.  I hope you like them.

 

For the last few weeks, I haven’t been able to write at length, the old keyboard is becoming too hard to reach.  To remedy this, I’m hoping to get a remote keyboard in the very near future.  Perhaps then I will be able to write for longer periods. Please wish me luck with that.

 

Thank you so much, all followers, old and new, for the wonderful atmosphere you are creating, collectively, on the net.

Until our next post,  Namaste from Amras.

(Written during a spate of sleet storms).

* (https://amras888.wordpress.com/2012/11/13/peace-from-the-land-of-rivers-and-rocks/)

 

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

 

Photography ©Amanda Moloney.

Blighty White

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Namaste, there are few things I would like more than to have the ability to put on my old hiking boots, and head out into the hills again.  But it is not to be. At least not in the foreseeable.  Never mind, my son took these pics for me today, and through them, I can vividly imagine strolling in the neighbouring hills.  I thought it would be nice to share these pics with you.  There will be more. Peace from Amras.

Photography ©Amanda Moloney: 2013.

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