But hot damn, we are whirling now.

Remember that you have been whirling your whole life. It began during the summer in that eerie reenactment of the Black Death better known as “Ring-Around-the-Rosie.” You did it on the midway Tilt-a-Whirl. Then in that stare-up-at-the-sun-and-spin way of adolescence. Now you drink excessively, lie on your bed and let the ceiling do the rest. The lesson is: there is divinity in whirling. It is one of the great unmitigated human activities, like picking Himalayan flowers and humming Raffi songs.

13 Things The Whirling Dervishes Can Teach You About Spinning Until You’re Dizzy Enough To Puke

Some people might call them cherubs, although there was nothing rosy-cheeked about them.

They might be rumoured among those who see to it that gravity operates and that time stays separate from space. Call them auditors. Auditors of reality.

TERRY PRATCHETT

“Cherubs fan our foolish fires, filling hearts with mad desires. They prick our pride and haughtiness with quick, angelic naughtiness.”
― John Biccard

What she wants in up and down, she hath in round about.

The merry-go-round had a centre post of cast iron, reddened a little by the salt air, and of a certain ornateness: not striking enough to attract a casual eye, but still, to an eye concentrated upon it (to the eye, say, of a lover of the merry-go-round, a child) intriguing in its transitions. The post began as a square pillar, formed rings, continued as a fluted column, suddenly bulged like a diseased tree with an excresence of iron leaves, narrowed to a peak like the top of a pepperpot, and at last ended, very high in the sky, with an iron ball. In the bulge where the leaves were, was an iron collar. From this collar eight iron stays hung down, supporting the narrow wooden octagonal seat of the merry-go-round, which circled the knees of the centre post rather after the style of a crinoline. The planks were polished by the bottoms of children, and on every one of the stays was a small unrusted section where the hands of adults had grasped and pulled and send the merry-go-round spinning.

RANDOLPH STOW.

ADDICTION : To stand alone on the sea-monster’s head.

“It doesn’t make you a monster to want, she said, her voice very gentle. It’s what you do with it that matters.”

― Jim Butcher, Side Jobs: Stories From the Dresden Files

I can feel the souls of my ancestors calling me back home To all the familiar places and tracks I once did roam

Source: http://www.creativespirits.info/aboriginalculture/arts/calling-me-home#ixzz3cLm28UAs

Lyndon Lane, Goodooga, NSW

foto – izzy foreal at indian restaurant in bellingen 2013

I look back with gladness to the day when I found the path to
the land of heart’s desire, and thank Fate ceaselessly with a
loud voice that she did not permit the town to sap all the years
away while the heart was turning to wind-voices and
flower-faces and the hands of kindly earth.

–   Mrs. George Cran, The Garden of Ignorance, 1913)

I know not what to do, my mind is divided. Sappho

What now I desire above all in my

Mad heart. ‘Whom now, shall I persuade

To admit you again to her love,

Sappho, who wrongs you now?

http://www.poetryintranslation.com/PITBR/Greek/Sappho.htm

We want to find out exactly how, when and where our natural desires have warped us.

 

When we are honest with ourselves about our personality flaws, our moral fibre, our depraved standards, and all the negative aspects of our recovery, we gain the capacity for positive change to transpire.

 

Trust that your Higher Power will guide you and show you the way to true tranquility and gratification.

 

http://www.recoverytimes.com/terry11.html

In later life, none could recapture that long season of dancing nights — the enchanted risk of them: at twelve, the flight down steps

Watching the smoke dance out of a cigarette is like watching a girl dance out of her dress.
– D.H. Mondfleur

North winds blow bull dust but winter gales force rain lost in the ocean. Audrey Christophersen

I find the great thing in this world is not so much where we stand, as in what direction we are moving: To reach the port of heaven, we must sail sometimes with the wind and sometimes against it – but we must sail, and not drift, nor lie at anchor.

– Oliver Wendel Holmes

http://www.bluemooners.com/sailingquotes.htm

Wind from the West, fish bite the best.
Wind from the East, fish bite the least.
Wind from the North, do not go forth.
Wind from 

the South blows bait in their mouth.

“The road to Manderley lay ahead. There was no moon. The sky above our heads was inky black. But the sky on the horizon was not dark at all. It was shot with crimson, like a splash of blood. And the ashes blew towards us with the salt wind from the sea.”

― Daphne du Maurier, Rebecca

The Brisbane Courier (Qld. : 1864 – 1933), Saturday 20 April 1929

 

Does the walker choose the path, or the path the walker? Garth Nix, Sabriel

 

A.M. Weldon

Desire paths

An Easterly scribbles havoc

flagfall wind-scriptin semaphore sedges

winter and dawn

filigreeswamp’s fringe beach spinifex,  halophytic grasses and marram flex, unquietly.

The regolith is etched

with roo paths and clawprints bandicoot

heron rabbit fox.

We focus our telescopes

and settle into contemplate shorebirds

http://redroomcompany.org/poem/m-weldon/desire-paths/ 

“You have brains in your head. You have feet in your shoes. You can steer yourself, any direction you choose.”

Oh! The Places You’ll Go ~ Dr. Seuss

The Sydney Morning Herald (NSW : 1842 – 1954), Saturday 4 February 1939,

 

Two birds disputed about a kernel, when a third swooped down and carried it off.” – Proverb from the Congo

http://www.gardendigest.com/birds.htm

How helpless we are, like netted birds, when we are caught by desire!

Belva Plain

You call it madness, but I call it love.

Don Byas

 

“Destiny is usually just around the corner. Like a thief, a hooker, or a lottery vendor: its three most common personifications. But what destiny does not do is home visits. You have to go for it.”

― Carlos Ruiz Zafón, The Shadow of the Wind

Even if your words are a lie, your eyes always tell the truth.

Libby Saumur.

http://www.midnightangel308.com/eye_quote.htm

It would seem that Our Lord finds our desires not too strong, but too weak. We are half-hearted creatures, fooling about with drink and sex and ambition when infinite joy is offered us, like an ignorant child who wants to go on making mud pies in a slum because he cannot imagine what is meant by the offer of a holiday at the sea. We are far too easily pleased.”

― C.S. Lewis, The Weight of Glory, and Other Addresses

 

 

If you decide to eat a toad, you should at least select one that is big.

(Igbo)

“Turn from that road’s beguiling ease; return
to your hunger’s turret. Enter, climb the stair
chill with disuse, where the croaking toad of time
regards from shimmering eyes your slow ascent
and the drip, drip, of darkness glimmers on the stone
to show you how your longing waits alone.
What alchemy shines from under that shut door,
spinning out gold from the hollow of the heart?

(“The Sea’s Wash In The Hollow Of The Heart”)”

― Denise Levertov

I am not afraid of storms, for I am learning how to sail my ship.”

― Louisa May Alcott, Little Women

To desire nothing beyond what you have is surely happiness. Aboard a boat, it is frequently possible to achieve just that.
That is why sailing is a way of life, one of the finest of lives.

Carleton Mitchell

Please give me some good advice in your next letter. I promise not to follow it.

Edna St. Vincent Millay (1892 – 1950), Letters

“Nobody will protect you from your suffering. You can’t cry it away or eat it away or starve it away or walk it away or punch it away or even therapy it away. It’s just there, and you have to survive it. You have to endure it. You have to live through it and love it and move on and be better for it and run as far as you can in the direction of your best and happiest dreams across the bridge that was built by your own desire to heal.”
― Cheryl Strayed, Tiny Beautiful Things: Advice on Love and Life from Dear Sugar

Never drive faster than your guardian angel can fly.

“we usually think of ourselves as sitting the driver’s seat, with ultimate control over the decisions we made and the direction our life takes; but, alas, this perception has more to do with our desires-with how we want to view ourselves-than with reality”

― Dan Ariely, Predictably Irrational: The Hidden Forces That Shape Our Decisions

Go to bed; tired is stupid.

― Ursula K. Le Guin, A Wizard of Earthsea

“I now realize what Dorothy means in the final scene from The Wizard of Oz, when she says that if you have to look beyond your front door for your heart’s desire, perhapsit was never there to begin with. Maybe, like Dorothy, I should embrace the love right in front of me and not search for some elusive dream that never mattered in the first place.”

― Jodee Blanco, Please Stop Laughing at Me… One Woman’s Inspirational Story

“The desire to reach for the stars is ambitious. The desire to reach hearts is wise.” ― Maya Angelou

“If you cry because the sun has gone out of your life, your tears will prevent you from seeing the stars.”

― Rabindranath Tagore

Celebration lifts us out of the glass cage of personal experience.

Ormerod Greenwood

“What do you fear, lady?" [Aragorn] asked.
"A cage," Éowyn said. "To stay behind bars, until use and old age accept them, and all chance of doing great deeds is gone beyond recall or desire.”

― J.R.R. Tolkien, The Return of the King

all his longings came out as a kind of disdain for what he longed for.

― Alan Hollinghurst, The Line of Beauty

No tears, Celia, now shall win

         My resolv’d heart to return;

I have search’d thy soul within,

         And find nought, but pride, and scorn;

I have learn’d thy arts, and now

Can disdain as much as thou.

Some power, in my revenge, convey

That love to her I cast away.

Disdain Returned

BY THOMAS CAREW

http://www.poetryfoundation.org/poem/173131

We are puppets of our subconscious desires.

― Carlos Ruiz Zafón, The Shadow of the Wind

“Bottom line is, even if you see ’em coming, you’re not ready for the big moments. No one asks for their life to change, not really. But it does. So what are we, helpless? Puppets? No. The big moments are gonna come. You can’t help that. It’s what you do afterwards that counts. That’s when you find out who you are.”

― Joss Whedon

Art calls for complete mastery of techniques, developed by reflection within the soul. Bruce Lee

“When you want to attract something into your life, make sure your actions don’t contradict your desires.. Think about what you have asked for, and make sure that your actions are mirroring what you expect to receive, and that they’re not contradicting what you‘ve asked for. Act as if you are receiving it. Do exactly what you would do if you were receiving it today, and take actions in your life to reflect that powerful expectation. Make room to receive your desires, and as you do, you are sending out that powerful signal of expectation.”

Rhonda Byrne, The Secret

a boat, even a wrecked and wretched boat still has all the possibilities of moving.

― Dionne Brand, Inventory

“God wants you to face the reasons why you separate yourself from Him. He will show you what you fear, what you need, and what you desire. He will inventory your beliefs and values, and help you line them up with His truth.”

Michael Barbarulo: Author God’s Healing Hands: Allow God To Reshape Your Soul

Bunny’s Excuse. There was once a wicked old sinner Who fancied a rabbit for dinner, But the bunny he met Said: “Don’t kill me yet, For I really am still a beginner.”

My living problems also cease to be struggles.

Heaven designs to suit our trials to our strength.

Though the sun shines, leave not your cloak at home.

” The queen’s mocking laughter cut in. “This is your treasure, Lord Sheftu?”

“Aye. The greatest treasure in Egypt—a maid whose loyalty cannot be bought. Whatever bargain we make, Daughter of the Sun, must include her freedom.”
― Eloise Jarvis McGraw, Mara, Daughter of the Nile

LEAVING

RISE TOGETHER

ADAM T NA SPEAKER

IF DRINKING DON’T KILL ME

THE MAN WITH THE GOLDEN ARM

SMALL TRIBUTE FOR IZZY FOREAL BY PETER CARRUTHERS

RISE TOGETHER

ADAM T NA SPEAKER

IF DRINKING DON’T KILL ME

THE MAN WITH THE GOLDEN ARM

SMALL TRIBUTE FOR IZZY FOREAL BY PETER CARRUTHERS