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DECEMBER 25 2011 : Christmas is a necessity. There has to be at least one day of the year to remind us that we are here for something else besides ourselves. Eric Sevareid. « the GEM COLLECTION 2011

 

DECEMBER 25 2011 : Christmas is a necessity. There has to be at least one day of the year to remind us that we are here for something else besides ourselves. Eric Sevareid. « the GEM COLLECTION 2011.

via DECEMBER 25 2011 : Christmas is a necessity. There has to be at least one day of the year to remind us that we are here for something else besides ourselves. Eric Sevareid. « the GEM COLLECTION 2011.

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Festival playsone-act pieces for New Year's day , St. Valentine's day, Easter, All Hallowe'en, Christmas and a child's birthday (1913) 

To all my readers and to the people who contribute and to Family and Friends. my thanks for your participation this year. All the very best for the Holiday Season to you and to yours. I look forward with pleasure to more adventures and mysteries shared with you in 2010.

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But stream and pool is wet and cool: so nice for feet! The Lord of the Rings

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THE WORLD OF CHANGE.

Oh ! trust not, cling not, to the hope

Of constancy below ;

Earth’s fragile blossoms smile and droop.

Her waters ebb and flow :

Yon flow’ret withers as it springs.

Yon bird is on the range ;

Aye, even in life’s meanest things,

This is a World of Change.

Poetry (1834)

Abdy, Maria Smith, d. 1867

foto – NEVER NEVER CREEK AT THE PROMISED LAND VIA BELLINGEN NSW

A dead elephant cannot be covered by a lotus leaf. THAI.

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Extract from the Song Cycle of the Moon Bone

The Evening Star goes down across the camp, among the white gum trees …

Far away, in these places near Milingimbi

Goes down among the Ngurulwulu people, towards the camp and the gum trees,

At the place of the Crocodiles, and of the Evening Star, away towards Milingimbi …

The Evening Star is going down, the Lotus Flower is on its stalk …

Going down among all those western clans …

It brushes the heads of the uncircumcised people …

Sinking down in the sky, that Evening Star, the Lotus …

Shining down on the foreheads of all those Sandfly people …

It sinks there into the place of the white gum trees, at Milingimbi.

Sung by the Wonguri-Mandjigai people, translated by Ronald M. Bernd

http://archives.univ-lyon2.fr/112/1/10_a_Australian_Poems_toward_Reconciliation.pdf

FOTO – BRISBANE BOTANICAL GARDENS. LOTUS GARDEN 2007

The river swells with the contribution of the small streams. Bateke Proverb

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WE ARE GOING.

They came in to the little town
A semi-naked band subdued and silent
All that remained of their tribe.
They came here to the place of their old bora ground
Where now the many white men hurry about like ants.

Kath Walker aka Oodgerdoo Noonuccal (1920-1993)

http://archives.univ-lyon2.fr/112/3/goethals_08.htm 

FOTO – “MARSHALL’S” CREEK AT “SOUTH GOLDEN BEACH”.

First law on holes – when you’re in one, stop digging! Denis Healey.

 

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The Miser.

A miser sold all that he had and bought a lump of gold, which he buried in a hole in the ground by the side of an old wall and went to look at daily. One of his workmen observed his frequent visits to the spot and decided to watch his movements. He soon discovered the secret of the hidden treasure, and digging down, came to the lump of gold, and stole it. The Miser, on his next visit, found the hole empty and began to tear his hair and to make loud lamentations. A neighbour, seeing him overcome with grief and learning the cause, said, Pray do not grieve so; but go and take a stone, and place it in the hole, and fancy that the gold is still lying there. It will do you quite the same service; for when the gold was there, you had it not, as you did not make the slightest use of it. Aesop

http://www.essaysadepts.com/

If you fool with the tumble-turd bug, you are apt to be spattered.

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Of what use, however, is a general certainty that an insect will not walk with his head hindmost, when what you need to know is the play of inward stimulus that sends him hither and thither in a network of possible paths?
George Eliot

ARTHROPOD PROVERBS


Donald W. Hall
Dept. of Entomology & Nematology
University of Florida

http://entnemdept.ifas.ufl.edu/proverbs.htm

foto – mob’s bug in bilambil 2009

"If you have made another person on this earth smile, your life has been worthwhile." Sr. Mary Christelle Macaluso

KATE AT 07 XAAMS PARTY MM

Ii koto ga attara, warau no de ha nakute, waratte iru kara ii koto ga aru”
We do not smile because something good has happened; rather something good happens because we smile.

JAPANESE.

http://www.japanippon.com/proverbs.htm

FOTO -KATI B SYDNEY 2007

Proverbs 17 6 Children’s children are a crown to the aged, and parents are the pride of their children.

FAMILY

To forget one’s ancestors is to be a brook without a source, a tree without a root.


Chinese proverb

FOTO – THE BELLS AND SANDERS ON URUNGA STEPS IN THE 1950s.

Like dreams, small creeks grow into mighty rivers.

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Bell-Birds
by
Henry Kendall
(1839 – 1882)
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By the channels of coolness the echoes are calling,
And down the dim gorges I hear the creek falling;
It lives in the mountain where moss and the sedges
Touch with their beauty the banks and the ledges.
Through breaks of the cedar and sycamore bowers
Struggles the light that is love to the flowers;
And, softer than slumber, and sweeter than singing,
The notes of the bell-birds are running and ringing.

foto –dinsey creek tweed river nsw 2008

Ferns that drop their tears Over the young streams. William Butler Yeats.

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There are no medium-sized trees in the deep forest. There are only
the towering ones, whose canopy spreads across the sky.  Below, in
the gloom, there’s light for nothing but mosses and ferns.  But when
a giant falls, leaving a little space … then there’s a race — between
the trees on either side, who want to spread out, and the seedlings
below, who race to grow up. Sometimes, you can make
your own space.
Terry Pratchett, Small Gods

FOTO – FERNS MAD O’BRIAN