My child, then put aside your fear: Unbar the door and walk outside! The real tiger waits you there; His golden eyes shall be your guide. a.d. hope.


I must not fear. Fear is the mind-killer. Fear is the little-death that brings total obliteration. I will face my fear. I will permit it to pass over me and through me. And when it has gone past I will turn the inner eye to see its path. Where the fear has gone there will be nothing. Only I will remain."

Frank Herbert, Dune – Bene Gesserit

Litany Against Fear

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If someone betrays you once it is their fault, if someone betrays you twice it is your fault. Eleanor Roosevelt



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Nearly every time I take the short-cut down this
curving street I see you, sweeping the grassy verge
outside your home or doggedly chasing a single leaf.

foto – street in wondsor march 2010

The fig vine never gives up its task of embracing; the sage never leaves the Dharma; the tiger never becomes fearful of the forest animals; the wicked never become fearful of evil.


The vine of deception is extremely bad; you should remove your hand from the vine.

foto- pumpkin vine in ulmarra 2010

"If you stop every time a dog barks, your road will never end." Saudi Arabian

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I may be with you for a week, or for years,
We will share many smiles, you will no doubt shed tears.
And when the time comes that God deems I must leave,
I know you will cry and your heart, it will grieve

An Old Dog’s Prayer

Author Unknown

foto – izzy and charlie in coffs harbour hospital carpark jan 2010

I admire people who are suited to the contemplative life. They can sit inside themselves like honey in a jar and just be. It’s wonderful to have someone like that around, you always feel you can count on them. You can go away and come back, you can change your mind and your hairdo and your politics, and when you get through doing all these upsetting things, you look around and there they are, just the way they were, just being. Elizabeth Janeway 1913-, American

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"Weave no more with soot and slime of your thought,
Like the spider, the web of rotten warp
While you are silent, His speech is your speech
While you weave not, He is the weaver"

Moulana Rumi

foto – izzy in the courtyard of the birthing unit at coffs hospital jan 2010

The thief hates the moon. Korean

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I can see three quarters of the sky, so I’m sure
that around two weeks from now, one way
or another, I’ll be seeing that fat full moon.
And this is a thought that is not at all unpleasant.

1999, Luke Davies
From: Running with Light


foto – full moon in ulmarra 2010