The person that said winning isn’t everything, never won anything.
American female soccer player.
They sing the songs of all the earth,
Of tender sky, and dimpling sea,
But all their strains have not the worth
Of one Australian song, for me.
Through our own recovered innocence we discern the innocence of our neighbours.
Henry David Thoreau
Find patience in the breath of life.
The sole and basic source of our strength is the solidarity of workers, peasants and the intelligentsia, the solidarity of the nation, the solidarity of people who seek to live in dignity, truth, and in harmony with their conscience.
‘Clothes do not make a gentleman’,
Oh! please remember that.
Although proud puss would fain be one,
He still remains a cat.
True gentleness is in the heart –
No matter how you’re dressed,
It is in the things you think and do
That show what you are best.
Edith Pfrunder, writing as Australian Barley.
My life is very exciting now. Nostalgia for what? It’s like climbing a staircase. I’m on the top of the staircase, I look behind and see the steps. That’s where I was. We’re here right now. Tomorrow, we’ll be someplace else. So why nostalgia?
I REACH FOR THE BLUE SKY
Black earth is in my hands
The blueness is blinding
Black earth covers my hands
The sky is beyond my reach
Black earth is in my hands
Songs of the East Coast, 1947: Val Vallis
I am of the east-coast country;
Not from the great cities that play Faust,
With flats for souls, but where the Queensland hills
Bite the blue skies with their emerald teeth,
And where the sun sets witches’ fires on the waterline.
Here I was born.
The one who throws the stone forgets; the one who is hit remembers forever.
I think that travel comes from some deep urge to see the world, like the urge that brings up a worm in an Irish bog to see the moon when it is full. Lord Dunsany
Where the Pelican Builds
The horses were ready, the rails were down,
But the riders lingered still —
One had a parting word to say,
And one had his pipe to fill.
Then they mounted, one with a granted prayer,
And one with a grief unguessed.
“We are going,” they said, as they rode away —
“Where the pelican builds her nest!”
They had told us of pastures wide and green,
To be sought past the sunset’s glow;
Of rifts in the ranges by opal lit;
And gold ‘neath the river’s flow.
And thirst and hunger were banished words
When they spoke of that unknown West;
No drought they dreaded, no flood they feared,
Where the pelican builds her nest!
The creek at the ford was but fetlock deep
When we watched them crossing there;
The rains have replenished it thrice since then,
And thrice has the rock lain bare.
But the waters of Hope have flowed and fled,
And never from blue hill’s breast
Come back – by the sun and the sands devoured –
Where the pelican builds her nest.
Mary Hannay Foott – (1846 – 1918)
One must learn a different… sense of time, one that depends more on small amounts than big ones.
Sister Mary Paul
The wisest man is generally he who thinks himself the least so. (Nicolas Boileau)
FOTO – BILAMBIL COTTAGE JANUARY 2009
Proverb – “Sitting in my garden at midnight staring at the stars can also produce that ‘diminutive effect.’”
alphainventions.com IS WHY. I still don’t understand it but it took the hits for the day into another Interverse entirely. I thought I was becoming a General Genius but in fact Cheru Jackson had become the Specific Genius apparently. Most interesting !