Action must be taken at the first signs of disruption or decay, otherwise disaster will follow as ice-bound water follows brief autumn frosts.

– I Ching

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   Lee Emmett


glorious Autumn morning
sky is clear and still
dog is barking next door
otherwise quiet on hill
garden is looking a treat
after recent welcome rains
green returns to landscape
gentle healing assuages pains




But he who dares not grasp the thorn Should never crave the rose.”

― Anne Brontë

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One of the most tragic things I know about human nature is that all of us tend to put off living. We are all dreaming of some magical rose garden over the horizon-instead of enjoying the roses blooming outside our windows today.

Dale Carnegie

Whiskey don’t make liars it just makes fools.”

― James McMurtry

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King Whiskey’s father down in Hell,

He rubbed his hands with glee,

“My son on earth is doing well,

Extremely well,” said he;

“Pile up the logs upon the blaze

And let the furnace roar,

Another batch of Whiskey’s slaves

Is hammering at the door.”

The flames shot up a brilliant red,

The grid was white with heat,

A basting pot of boiling lead

Was placed on every seat.

“Ha, ha,” said Satan, “this is neat;

We have no cause to fear

That they’ll complain they did not meet

A warm reception here.”

King Whiskey sat upon his throne,

His courtiers standing round,

All meek, subservient in tone,

They bowed them to the ground.

In tribute then they handed up

Their stores of golden wealth,

And from the reeking poison cup

They drank King Whiskey’s health!

And out beyond the palace gates

The wives and mothers stand,

And, breathless, loudly curse the fates

That whiskey rules the land.

The courtiers dimly hear the cry,

But Whiskey dulls their ears,

“Fill up, let revelry run high,

We’ll drown these childish fears!”

And men there are in Whiskey’s land

Complaining times are bad

And money getting scarcer and

But little to be had;

And yet however bad is trade

And things however flat,

King Whiskey’s tribute must be paid,

They can’t go short of that!

King Whiskey’s courtiers soon grow old,

And tribute’s falling short,

The strength is gone, the blood is cold

The once clear mind distraught!

And demons, imps, and grinning apes.

And glaring reptiles yell,

And loathsome forms and fearsome shapes

All point the road to Hell!

But Whiskey’s court is bright and gay.

Nor do the ranks grow thin,

For as the old are borne away

The younger ones come in.

King Whiskey’s father down in Hell,

He rubs his hands with glee,

“My son on earth is doing well, Extremely well,” says he.

Until you’ve lost your reputation, you never realize what a burden it was.

Margaret Mitchell (1900 – 1949)

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“Reputation is what others think of us; character is what we know of us. When you spend a lot of energy trying to repair a few moments of time that destroyed the view others once had of you, or a judgement someone made of you, true or not, then you must ask yourself, why take on the problem when it is really them?”

― Tambré Bryant – Strategic Intervention Life Coach

A single day spent doing things which fail to nourish the soul is a day stolen, mutilated, and discarded in the gutter of destiny.”

― Michel Faber, The Crimson Petal and the White

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Past Carin’

by Henry Lawson

My eyes are dry, I cannot cry,
I’ve got no heart for breakin’,
But where it was in days gone by,
A dull and empty achin’.
My last boy ran away from me,
I know my temper’s wearin’,
But now I only wish to be
Beyond all signs of carin’.
Past wearyin’ or carin’,
Past feelin’ and despairin’;
And now I only wish to be
Beyond all signs of carin’.


An early morning walk is a blessing for the whole day.

Henry David Thoreau

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“We are all travellers in the wilderness of this world, and the best we can find in our travels is an honest friend.”

― Robert Louis Stevenson