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LYNNE SANDERS-BRAITHWAITE (BELL) . AN ESTUARINE ELDERWOMAN OF URUNGA IN THE BELLINGEN SHIRE OF NSW AUSTRALIA

After dinner sit awhile; before breakfast walk a mile. | THE OLD PROVERBIAL RECOVERY

When God threw me, a pebble, into this wondrous lake, I disturbed its surface with countless circles. But when I reached the depths, I became very still. Khalil Gibran Read more at:

Source: After dinner sit awhile; before breakfast walk a mile. | THE OLD PROVERBIAL RECOVERY

I’m sorry I didn’t know it was an elephant; I thought it was part of the furniture! | THE OLD PROVERBIAL RECOVERY

The elephant is a funny bird, it swings from bough to bough, it lays its eggs in a rhubarb tree and whistles like a cowSue

Source: I’m sorry I didn’t know it was an elephant; I thought it was part of the furniture! | THE OLD PROVERBIAL RECOVERY

If you are not afraid of rising, you will see that wings start growing in your body!” | THE OLD PROVERBIAL RECOVERY

“For many, negative thinking is a habit, which over time, becomes an addiction… A lot of people suffer from this disease because negative thinking is addictive to each of the Big Three — the mind, the body, and the emotions. If one doesn’t get you, the others are waiting in the wings.”-Peter McWilliams

Source: If you are not afraid of rising, you will see that wings start growing in your body!” | THE OLD PROVERBIAL RECOVERY

“I do not care what comes after; I have seen the dragons on the wind of morning.” Ursula K. Le Guin, The Farthest Shore | THE OLD PROVERBIAL RECOVERY

“Down there – he said – are people who will follow any dragon, worship any god, ignore any inequity. All out of a kind of humdrum, everyday badness. Not the really high, creative loathsomeness of the great sinners, but a sort of mass-produced darkness of the soul. Sin, you might say, without a trace of originality. They accept evil not because they say yes, but because they don’t say no.” ― Terry Pratchett, Guards! Guards!

Source: “I do not care what comes after; I have seen the dragons on the wind of morning.” Ursula K. Le Guin, The Farthest Shore | THE OLD PROVERBIAL RECOVERY

“Be brave, little rabbit. Take a chance.” ― Cherise Sinclair, Breaking Free | THE OLD PROVERBIAL RECOVERY

“One minute I’m just another rabbit and happy about it, next minute whazaam, I’m thinking. That’s a major drawback if you’re looking for happiness as a rabbit, let me tell you. You want grass and sex, not thoughts like ‘What’s it all about, when you get right down to it?’”(Terry Pratchett, Moving Pictures)

Source: “Be brave, little rabbit. Take a chance.” ― Cherise Sinclair, Breaking Free | THE OLD PROVERBIAL RECOVERY

The only one whom can whisper to you the ways of the surf, is the wind” | THE OLD PROVERBIAL RECOVERY

Have you ever been surfing? Imagine you’re on your surfboard now, waiting for the big one to come. Get ready to get carried with that energy. Now, here it comes. Are you with that energy right now? That’s empathy. No words – just being with that energy. When I connect with what’s alive in another person, I have feelings similar to when I’m surfing.Marshall Rosenberg

Source: The only one whom can whisper to you the ways of the surf, is the wind” | THE OLD PROVERBIAL RECOVERY

La pomme est pour le vieux singe. The old monkey gets the apple. | THE OLD PROVERBIAL RECOVERY

I’m made up of the memories of my parents and my grandparents, all my ancestors. They’re in the way I look, in the colour of my hair. And I’m made up of everyone I’ve ever met who’s changed the way I think.”― Terry Pratchett, A Hat Full of Sky

Source: La pomme est pour le vieux singe. The old monkey gets the apple. | THE OLD PROVERBIAL RECOVERY

There is only to wait for a new day’s birth and the hills stand out again. For no less sure than the rising sun, and no less glad to see Is the lifting sky when the rain is done and the wet grass rustles free. George Charles Whitney. | THE OLD PROVERBIAL RECOVERY

The sailors say ’twill be rough to-night, As they fasten the hatches down, The south is black, and the bar is white, And the drifting smoke is brown. The gold has gone from the western haze, The sea-birds circle and swarm –But we shall have plenty of sunny days, And little enough of stormWill. H. Ogilvie.

Source: There is only to wait for a new day’s birth and the hills stand out again. For no less sure than the rising sun, and no less glad to see Is the lifting sky when the rain is done and the wet grass rustles free. George Charles Whitney. | THE OLD PROVERBIAL RECOVERY

In the garden of time grows the flower of consolation. 

Now, if the principle of toleration were once admitted into classical education—if it were admitted that the great object is to read and enjoy a language, and the stress of the teaching were placed on the few things absolutely essential to this result, if the tortoise were allowed time to creep, and the bird permitted to fly, and the fish to swim, towards the enchanted and divine sources of Helicon—all might in their own way arrive there, and rejoice in its flowers, its beauty, and its coolness.Harriet Beecher Stowe

Source: In the garden of time grows the flower of consolation. | THE OLD PROVERBIAL RECOVERY

Fa’alupe tumulifale. Like a pigeon sitting behind the hunter’s hut. The hunter is interested only in those wild pigeons that appear in front of his hut. Samoa. | THE OLD PROVERBIAL RECOVERY

As Thurot in his cabin lay, he dreamed a dream, That his grandsire’s voice came to him and called him by his name ; Saying, Thurot, you’re to blame for lying so long here.

Source: Fa’alupe tumulifale. Like a pigeon sitting behind the hunter’s hut. The hunter is interested only in those wild pigeons that appear in front of his hut. Samoa. | THE OLD PROVERBIAL RECOVERY

The winter will ask what we did all summer. 

“And I have no regrets.” “That’s a pity,” Hunt said easily. “Having regrets is the only sign that you’ve done anything interesting with your life.” ― Lisa Kleypas, Secrets of a Summer…

Source: The winter will ask what we did all summer. | THE OLD PROVERBIAL RECOVERY | THE OLD PROVERBIAL RECOVERY

Ad consilium ne accesseris, antequam voceris – Do not go to the council-chamber before you are summoned

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As they were leading me up, I looked up and around the galleries and I could feel the whole Aboriginal race, of those who had gone before, were all up there, and I could visualise, I could hear voices and amongst those voices was the voice of my grandfather saying, ‘It’s alright now boy, you are finally in the council with the Australian Elders. Everything is now going to be alright.’”NEVILLE BONNER, on being signed in as a new senator

Source: Ad consilium ne accesseris, antequam voceris – Do not go to the council-chamber before you are summoned | THE OLD PROVERBIAL RECOVERY

The great thing about getting older is that you don’t lose all the other ages you’ve been.” ― Madeleine L’Engle | THE OLD PROVERBIAL RECOVERY

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“The beauty of a woman is not in a facial mole,but true beauty in a Woman is reflected in her soul. It is the caring that she lovingly gives, the passion that she knows.”― Audrey Hepburn

Source: The great thing about getting older is that you don’t lose all the other ages you’ve been.” ― Madeleine L’Engle | THE OLD PROVERBIAL RECOVERY

No evil dooms us hopelessly except the evil we love, and desire to continue in, and make no effort to escape from. | THE OLD PROVERBIAL RECOVERY

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Uphill in Melbourne on a beautiful day a woman is walking ahead of her hair. Like teak oiled soft to fracture and sway it hung to her heels and seconded her as a pencilled retinue, an unscrolling title to ploughland, edged with ripe rows of dress, a sheathed wing that couldn’t fly her at all, only itself, loosely, and her spirits.                                    A largesse of life and self, brushed all calm and out, its abstracted attempts on her mouth weren’t seen, not its showering, its tenting.  Just the detail that swam in its flow-lines, glossing about— as she paced on, comet-like, face to the sun.from Subhuman Redneck Poems, 1996

Source: No evil dooms us hopelessly except the evil we love, and desire to continue in, and make no effort to escape from. | THE OLD PROVERBIAL RECOVERY

When I sleep I sleep and do not dream because it is as well that I am what I seem when I am in my bed and dream. Gertrude Stein (1874-1946)

And if tonight my soul may find her peace in sleep, and sink in good oblivion, and in the morning wake like a new opened flower then I have been dipped again in God, and new created.D.H. Lawrence

Source: When I sleep I sleep and do not dream because it is as well that I am what I seem when I am in my bed and dream. Gertrude Stein (1874-1946), | THE OLD PROVERBIAL RECOVERY

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 

“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

Source: 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 | THE OLD PROVERBIAL RECOVERY

I wonder how much it would take to buy a soap bubble, if there were only one in the world. Mark Twain | THE OLD PROVERBIAL RECOVERY

A smile starts on the lips, A grin spreads to the eyes, A chuckle comes from the belly But a good laugh bursts forth from the soul, Overflows, and bubbles all around.(Carolyn Birmingham)

Source: I wonder how much it would take to buy a soap bubble, if there were only one in the world. Mark Twain | THE OLD PROVERBIAL RECOVERY

“Death wins nothing here, gnawing wings that amputate–– then spread, lift up, fly.” ― Aberjhani, Journey through the Power of the Rainbow 

“THE RAT STOPS GNAWING IN THE WOOD, THE DUNGEON WALLS WITHDRAW, THE WEIGHT IS LIFTED YOUR PULSE STEADIES AND THE SUN HAS FOUND YOUR HEART, THE DAY WAS NOT BAD, THE SEASON HAS NOT BEEN BAD, THERE IS SENSE AND EVEN PROMISE IN GOING ON.”BERNARD DE VOTO

Source: “Death wins nothing here, gnawing wings that amputate–– then spread, lift up, fly.” ― Aberjhani, Journey through the Power of the Rainbow | THE OLD PROVERBIAL RECOVERY

“Before the rain stops we can hear a bird. Even under the heavy snow we can see snowdrops and some new growth.” Shunryu Suzuki – Zen Mind Beginner’s Mind | THE OLD PROVERBIAL RECOVERY

Little Snowdrop(Author unknown)The world may never noticeIf a Snowdrop doesn’t bloom,Or even pause to wonderIf the petals fall too soon.But every life that ever forms,Or ever comes to be,Touches the world in some small wayFor all eternity.

Source: “Before the rain stops we can hear a bird. Even under the heavy snow we can see snowdrops and some new growth.” Shunryu Suzuki – Zen Mind Beginner’s Mind | THE OLD PROVERBIAL RECOVERY

yes, set fire to frostbitten crops, drag out forgotten fruit to dance the flame-tango, the smoke-gavotte, to live after all.Denise Levertov | THE OLD PROVERBIAL RECOVERY

Among the notable things about fire is that it also requires oxygen to burn – exactly like its enemy, life.  Thereby are life and flames so often compared.  Otto Weiningerhttp://www.quotegarden.com/fire.html

Source: yes, set fire to frostbitten crops, drag out forgotten fruit to dance the flame-tango, the smoke-gavotte, to live after all.Denise Levertov | THE OLD PROVERBIAL RECOVERY

“That doesn’t sound very attractive,” laughed Anne. “I like people to have a little nonsense about them.” ― L.M. Montgomery, Anne of the Island. | THE OLD PROVERBIAL RECOVERY

“This silent cry is of ecstasy for what has been done, and of despair at being forestalled, and being thus forewarned, that neither This Year nor Next Year am I to have the ability and wisdom to light the lamp on my own. Although one branch of childhood is in this fashion lopped for all time, the rest of it still inhabits the body of a child which occupies itself in childish matters.”HAL, PORTER – The Watcher on the Cast Iron Balcony

Source: “That doesn’t sound very attractive,” laughed Anne. “I like people to have a little nonsense about them.” ― L.M. Montgomery, Anne of the Island. | THE OLD PROVERBIAL RECOVERY

And, departing, leave behind us, foot-prints on the sands of time. | THE OLD PROVERBIAL RECOVERY

“Just remember: If one bird carried every grain of sand, grain by grain, across the ocean, by the time he got them all on the other side, that would only be the beginning of eternity. ”― Truman Capote, In Cold Blood

Source: And, departing, leave behind us, foot-prints on the sands of time. | THE OLD PROVERBIAL RECOVERY

What a man thinks, that he is; this is the old secret. | THE OLD PROVERBIAL RECOVERY

“I would enter the desert alone, to leave in the sand endless footprints only to be obliterated by the wind, to walk the same path each day expecting the same path tomorrow, and perhaps to cease wondering at the bloom and wither of lilies only to linger for death. But no, even in the desert, I would seek a new sanctuary, to contemplate a grain of sand in a sea of dryness…”― Leonard Seet, Meditation on Space-Time

Source: What a man thinks, that he is; this is the old secret. | THE OLD PROVERBIAL RECOVERY

“Together kneeling, night and day, Thou, for my sake, at Allah’s shrine, And I — at any God’s for thine.” ―Thomas Moore | THE OLD PROVERBIAL RECOVERY

Build me a shrine, and I could kneel To rural Gods, or prostrate fall; Did I not see, did I not feel. That one GREAT SPIRIT governs all. O Heaven, permit that I may lie Where o’er my corse green branches wave; And those who from life’s tumults fly With kindred feelings press my grave.Robert Bloomfield

Source: “Together kneeling, night and day, Thou, for my sake, at Allah’s shrine, And I — at any God’s for thine.” ―Thomas Moore | THE OLD PROVERBIAL RECOVERY

The winter will ask what we did all summer. | THE OLD PROVERBIAL RECOVERY

“And I have no regrets.” “That’s a pity,” Hunt said easily. “Having regrets is the only sign that you’ve done anything interesting with your life.” ― Lisa Kleypas, Secrets of a Summer…

Source: The winter will ask what we did all summer. | THE OLD PROVERBIAL RECOVERY