May sleep envelop you as a bed sheet floating gently down, tickling your skin and removing every worry. Reminding you to consider only this moment. Jeb Dickerson

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“It was much better to imagine men in some smokey room somewhere, made mad and cynical by privilege and power, plotting over brandy. You had to cling to this sort of image, because if you didn’t then you might have to face the fact that bad things happened because ordinary people, the kind who brushed the dog and told the children bed time stories, were capable of then going out and doing horrible things to other ordinary people. It was so much easier to blame it on Them. It was bleakly depressing to think that They were Us. If it was Them, then nothing was anyone’s fault. If it was Us, then what did that make Me? After all, I’m one of Us. I must be. I’ve certainly never thought of myself as one of Them. No one ever thinks of themselves as one of Them. We’re always one of Us. It’s Them that do the bad things.”
― Terry Pratchett, Jingo

“If cats looked like frogs we’d realize what nasty, cruel little bastards they are. Style. That’s what people remember.” ― Terry Pratchett, Lords and Ladies

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Theology is never any help; it is searching in a dark cellar at midnight for a black cat that isn’t there. Theologians can persuade themselves of anything.” ~ Robert A. Heinlein

The most trying hours in life are between four o’clock and the evening meal. A cup of tea at this time adds a lot of comfort and happiness. Royal S. Copeland

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O I love to be by the Bindi, where the fragrant pastures are,

And the Tambo to his bosom takes the trembling Evening Star –
Just to hear the magpie’s warble in the blue-gums on the hill,
When the frail green flower of twilight in the sky is lingering still.”
FRANK WILLIAMSON, The Magpie’s Song

“I’ll always say my prayers…and if God doesn’t answer them at once I shall know it’s because He’s planning something better for me.” ― Johanna Spyri, Heidi

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“God is good to all of us. He knows what we need better than we do. And just because he thinks it is better not to give you what you want right now doesn’t mean he isn’t answering you. You shall have what you ask for but not until the right time comes.”
― Johanna Spyri, Heidi

“Granny Weatherwax was not lost. She wasn’t the kind of person who ever became lost.

“Granny Weatherwax was not lost. She wasn’t the kind of person who ever became lost. It was just that, at the moment, while she knew exactly where SHE was, she didn’t know the position of anywhere else.”
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POEM: LOST IN THE BUSH  MELINDA KENDALL. 

LOST IN THE BUSH
I’d left the camp, and lost my way,
‘Mid tangled vines and ferns;
And puzzled was which way to take
From out the many turns;
When presently I saw some smoke
Through swamp oaks wreathing up,
And close beside me soon I heard
The yelping of a pup.
A forked stick, two sheets of bark,
A low, small fire in front,
And on the ground there sat a black, –
He’d just returned from hunt.
And on the coals a sumptuous meal –
A ‘possum roasting whole –
Among the ashes two corn cobs,
Which he that morning stole.
I told him I had lost my way,
Was weary, and footsore.
He pointed to a log, and then
Was silent as before.
I questioned him – Why all alone?
Where piccaninny, gin?
He sullen looked, and then replied:
“White fellow bin take him.
“And he bin promise gib it me,
Clothes, blanket, and white bread,
Bacca, and rum, and budgery things;
Baal gib it though,” he said.
“And many moons I’ve trabbled bin
With white man long a dray;
But now me going back to tribe;
Baal me now with him stay.
“Almost all gone, blackfellow, now;
Baal plenty kangaroo;
Whitefellow sit down everywhere,
Him take it all land, too.”
He led me on, I’d wandered far,
For now ‘twas almost night,
Then pointing to my camp, he turned,
And soon was lost to sight.
I thought ‘tis late now to begin,
At this the eleventh hour,
Yet still a something might be done
By those who have the power,
For those once owners of the soil,
Neglected thus so long;
I would I had the poet’s gift,
I’d plead their cause in song.
(Kiama Independent, March 28, 1884)

“Five exclamation marks, the sure sign of an insane mind.” ― Terry Pratchett, Reaper Man

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* It is wrong to judge by appearances. Despite his expression, which was that of a piglet having a bright idea, and his mode of speech, which might put you in mind of a small, breathless, neurotic but ridiculously expensive dog, Mr Horsefry might well have been a kind, generous and pious man. In the same way, the man climbing out of your window in a stripy jumper, a mask and a great hurry might merely be lost on the way to a fancy-dress party, and the man in the wig and robes at the focus of the courtroom might only be a transvestite who wandered in out of the rain. Snap judgements can be so unfair.”
― Terry Pratchett, Going Postal

To learn a language is to have one more window from which to look at the world.

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* It is wrong to judge by appearances. Despite his expression, which was that of a piglet having a bright idea, and his mode of speech, which might put you in mind of a small, breathless, neurotic but ridiculously expensive dog, Mr Horsefry might well have been a kind, generous and pious man. In the same way, the man climbing out of your window in a stripy jumper, a mask and a great hurry might merely be lost on the way to a fancy-dress party, and the man in the wig and robes at the focus of the courtroom might only be a transvestite who wandered in out of the rain. Snap judgements can be so unfair.”
― Terry Pratchett, Going Postal

Until the lion tells his side of the story, the tale of the hunt will always glorify the hunter. Zimbabwean

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‘By gor’, that’s a bloody enormous cat.’
‘It’s a lion,’ said Granny Weatherwax, looking at the stuffed head over the fireplace.
‘Must’ve hit the wall at a hell of a speed, whatever it was,’ said Nanny Ogg.
‘Someone killed it,’ said Granny Weatherwax, surveying the room.
‘Should think so,’ said Nanny.  ‘If I’d seen something like that eatin’ its way through the wall I’d of hit it myself with a poker.’

WITCHES ABROAD TERRY PRATCHETT

All these years I’ve waited, tamarind – Silence! silence to the last, I pray.

Joseph Furtado (1872-1945)  the secret0 littlepeopleofas00mill_0141

“You speak of doing good to the world. Is the world such a small thing? And who are you, pray, to do good to the world? First realise God, see Him by means of spiritual discipline. If He imparts power you can do good to others; otherwise not.”
― Ramakrishna, Sayings of Sri Ramakrishna

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My weary soul cries out for peace, Peace and the quietness of death.

Weariness BY EVA GORE-BOOTH

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“I am old, Gandalf. I don’t look it, but I am beginning to feel it in my heart of hearts. Well-preserved indeed! Why, I feel all thin, sort of stretched, if you know what I mean: like butter that has been scraped over too much bread. That can’t be right. I need a change, or something.”
― J.R.R. Tolkien, The Lord of the Rings
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Never slap a man who’s chewing tobacco.

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“I hated tobacco. I could have almost lent my support to any institution that had for its object the putting of tobacco smokers to death…I now feel that smoking in moderation is a comfortable and laudable practice, and is productive of good. There is no more harm in a pipe than in a cup of tea. You may poison yourself by drinking too much green tea, and kill yourself by eating too many beefsteaks. For my part, I consider that tobacco, in moderation, is a sweetener and equalizer of the temper.”
-Thomas Henry Huxley

All our Discontents about what we want, appeared to me, to spring from the Want of Thankfulness for what we have. Robinson Crusoe  (1719)

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http://www.luminarium.org/eightlit/defoe/defoequotes.htm

Daryl Hine “Among Islands”

We are exiles everywhere we go,
Stranded upon the verandah, castaways
In the family living room, like Crusoe,
Or like Philoctetes, festering,
Having given away the Herculean bow,
With nothing to call our own except the wound.

When one sits in the Hoop Of The People, one must be responsible

When one sits in the Hoop Of The People,
one must be responsible because
All of Creation is related.
And the hurt of one is the hurt of all.
And the honor of one is the honor of all.
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Hey, there!  Hoop-la! the circus is in town!
Have you seen the elephant?  Have you seen the clown?
Have you seen the dappled horse gallop round the ring?
Have you seen the acrobats on the dizzy swing?
Have you seen the tumbling men tumble up and down?
Hoop-la!  Hoop-la! the circus is in town!

Hey, there!  Hoop-la!  Here's the circus troupe!
Here's the educated, dog jumping through the hoop.
See the lady Blondin with the parasol and fan,
The lad upon the ladder and the india-rubber man.
See the joyful juggler and the boy who loops the loop.
Hey!  Hey!  Hey!  Hey!  Here's the circus troupe!

Source: A book for kids (1921)

Talk to yourself in two languages – what do I fear and what do I love – in order to balance the body and the soul.” Peter Shepherd

THE OLD PROVERBIAL RECOVERY

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Burning Issue

The wound so deep

– a grey-green jagged shard of pain

rips through my soul,

my heart,

my very brain.

The world stands still

-so much unreal

imagination;

I crumple

on a desert isle of disbelief

spinning wildly

powerless desperation;

I wonder weakly

‘Where is God in this

-in this insane configuration?

My God, can I believe

you know,

or care at all?’

A cloud of silence

-mother’s milk of love

descends,

permeates and stills my soul.

“My child,

I share your pain

and weep beside you.

I am your comfort,

ever-present strength

in all of this.

“Lean on me now

-release your burden

and I will hold you

lest you fall.”

 Jean Mayers

http://assembly.uca.org.au/resources/disaster/item/445-reflection-poem

 

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