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

A man knows his companions in a long journey and a small inn. 

“An acquaintance merely enjoys your company, a fair-weather companion flatters when all is well, a true friend has your best interests at heart and the pluck to tell you what you need to hear.” ― E.A. Bucchianeri, Brushstrokes of a Gadfly

Source: A man knows his companions in a long journey and a small inn. | THE OLD PROVERBIAL RECOVERY

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akh tI akh gAyi ka:h : One plus one make eleven. In unity there is strength. Two heads are better than one. Kashmiri.

“As he was about to climb yet another dune, his heart whispered, “Be aware of the place where you are brought to tears. That’s where I am, and thats where your treasure is.”― Paulo Coelho, The Alchemist

Source: akh tI akh gAyi ka:h : One plus one make eleven. In unity there is strength. Two heads are better than one. Kashmiri. | THE OLD PROVERBIAL RECOVERY

“Sweet is the memory of distant friends! Like the mellow rays of the departing sun, it falls tenderly, yet sadly, on the heart.” Washington Irving

Even water, which has a natural tendency to flow downwards, is drawn up to the sky by the sun’s rays. In the same way, God’s grace lifts up the mind which has got a tendency to run after sense objects.

“There was an ocean above us, held in by a thin sac that might rupture and let down a flood at any second.” ― Stephen King, Different Seasons

 

“Eventually, all things merge into one, and a river runs through it. The river was cut by the world’s great flood and runs over rocks from the basement of time. On some of the rocks are timeless raindrops. Under the rocks are the words, and some of the words are theirs.
I am haunted by waters.”
― Norman Maclean, A River Runs Through It and Other Stories

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“I was born at the dead end of a dirt road that had no name and no number. You can go anywhere from nowhere.” Robert Schuller

“Great artists make the roads; good teachers and good companions can point them out. But there ain’t no free rides, baby. No hitchhiking. And if you want to strike out in any new direction — you go alone. With a machete in your hand and the fear of God in your heart.”

Ursula K. Le Guin, The Language of the Night: Essays on Fantasy and Science Fiction

In different hours, a man represents each of several of his ancestors, as if there were seven or eight of us rolled up in each man’s skin,—seven or eight ancestors at least, and they constitute the variety of notes for that new piece of music which his life is. Ralph Waldo Emerson (1803-1882) | THE OLD PROVERBIAL RECOVERY

“When I watch the heavens in the silence of the night, as if the stars, in the profound silence of space, were listening to the eternal music of the Divine.” Sri Ananda Acharaya

Source: In different hours, a man represents each of several of his ancestors, as if there were seven or eight of us rolled up in each man’s skin,—seven or eight ancestors at least, and they constitute the variety of notes for that new piece of music which his life is. Ralph Waldo Emerson (1803-1882) | THE OLD PROVERBIAL RECOVERY

From his brimstone bed at break of dayA walking the Devil is gone,To visit his snug little farm the earth,And see how his stock goes on. SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE, The Devil’s Thought | THE OLD PROVERBIAL RECOVERY

Ageni eri na karirui kao Two guests love a different song. When you receive two visitors at the same time, you cannot treat them in the same manner, because they have different tastes.

Source: From his brimstone bed at break of dayA walking the Devil is gone,To visit his snug little farm the earth,And see how his stock goes on. SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE, The Devil’s Thought | THE OLD PROVERBIAL RECOVERY

When was ever honey made with one bee in a hive? | THE OLD PROVERBIAL RECOVERY

Thomas Hood

 

“William: “I’m sure we can all pull together, sir.”
Vetinari: “Oh, I do hope not. Pulling together is the aim of despotism and tyranny. Free men pull in all kinds of directions.”

Source: When was ever honey made with one bee in a hive? | THE OLD PROVERBIAL RECOVERY

My grandfather always said that living is like licking honey off a thorn. – Louis Adamic | THE OLD PROVERBIAL RECOVERY

To a small child, the perfect granddad is unafraid of big dogs and fierce storms but absolutely terrified of the word “boo.” – Robert Brault Source :

Source: My grandfather always said that living is like licking honey off a thorn. – Louis Adamic | THE OLD PROVERBIAL RECOVERY

“It is an anxious, sometimes a dangerous thing to be a doll. Dolls cannot choose; they can only be chosen; they cannot ‘do’; they can only be done by.” Rumer Godden, The Dolls’ House

“He is the intermediary between us, his audience, the living, and they, the dolls, the undead, who cannot live at all and yet who mimic the living in every detail since, though they cannot speak or weep, still they project those signals of signification we instantly recognize as language.”

― Angela Carter, Wayward Girls and Wicked Women

“His resiliency was not the resiliency of the dumb but of a lamb who can remember hurt but cannot sustain the anger or the bitterness that brittles the heart.” Dean Koontz, Brother Odd

“Evening you gather back
all that dazzling dawn has put asunder:
you gather a lamb, gather a kid,
gather a child to its mother.”

Sappho, If Not, Winter: Fragments of Sappho

Stories were wild, wild animals and went off in directions you couldn’t expect. Patrick Ness.

“Because we have viewed other animals through the myopic lens of our self-importance, we have misperceived who and what they are. Because we have repeated our ignorance, one to the other, we have mistaken it for knowledge.”

Tom Regan

May you walk gently through the world and know its beauty all the days of your life.

~ Apache Prayer

“Contrary to what a lot of people believe (or hope), comfort doesn’t take the pain away. Comfort slides in beside the pain, pulling up a chair so that we have something more than so…

Source: May you walk gently through the world and know its beauty all the days of your life.

Vessels large may venture more, but little boats should keep near shore.

QUARANTINE BAY OUT OF EDEN NSW

The Golden Boat

Clouds rumbling in the sky; teeming rain.
I sit on the river bank, sad and alone.
The sheaves lie gathered, harvest has ended,
The river is swollen and fierce in its flow.
As we cut the paddy it started to rain.

One small paddy-field, no one but me –
Flood-waters twisting and swirling everywhere.
Trees on the far bank; smear shadows like ink
On a village painted on deep morning grey.
On this side a paddy-field, no one but me.

Who is this, steering close to the shore
Singing? I feel that she is someone I know.
The sails are filled wide, she gazes ahead,
Waves break helplessly against the boat each side.
I watch and feel I have seen her face before.

Oh to what foreign land do you sail?
Come to the bank and moor your boat for a while.
Go where you want to, give where you care to,
But come to the bank a moment, show your smile –
Take away my golden paddy when you sail.

Take it, take as much as you can load.
Is there more? No, none, I have put it aboard.
My intense labour here by the river –
I have parted with it all, layer upon layer;
Now take me as well, be kind, take me aboard.

No room, no room, the boat is too small.
Loaded with my gold paddy, the boat is full.
Across the rain-sky clouds heave to and fro,
On the bare river-bank, I remain alone –
What had has gone: the golden boat took all.

Rabindranath Tagore