What a road the Cold Mountain road!
Not a sign of horse or cart.
Winding gorges, tricky to trace.
Massive cliffs, who knows how high?
Where the thousand grasses drip with dew,
Where the pine trees hum in the wind.
Now the path’s lost, now it’s time
For body to ask shadow: ‘Which way home?’
Words from Cold Mountain
Tu es mon compagnon de voyage!
Je veux mourir dans mon canot
Sur le tombeau, près du rivage,
Vous renverserez mon canot
When I must leave the great river
O bury me close to its wave
And let my canoe and my paddle
Be the only mark over my grave
FOTO – SURF SKI BESIDE THE BEACHSHACK MARCH 2015
“Though we are incomplete, God loves us completely. Though we are imperfect, He loves us perfectly. Though we may feel lost and without compass, God’s love encompasses us completely. … He loves every one of us, even those who are flawed, rejected, awkward, sorrowful, or broken.”
― Dieter F. Uchtdorf
“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
Confusion is a word we have invented for an order which is not yet understood. Henry Miller.
foto – corner in bellingen.
Alice came to a fork in the road. "Which road do I take?" she asked.
"Where do you want to go?" responded the Cheshire cat.
"I don’t know," Alice answered.
"Then," said the cat, "it doesn’t matter."
Lewis Carroll, Alice in Wonderland
foto – ulladulla walk 2010
“ When God wills, it rains with every wind." — Which signifies, that every thing is directed by the will of God.
foto – fender bass at carool 2008 ilnam winery with izzy foreal.
I believed that Saturn was gone, but he squeaks in my hair.
This reminds one of a European story about a hobgoblin which had been the torment of a family for a long time. At last the householder decided to remove to another house, hoping that the hobgoblin would remain where it was but ns he was going along the road to the new house with the last cart-load of his things rejoicing that he had left the goblin behind, it poked its head out of a bushel measure on the cart and said : " It seems that we two are moving to-day !" And this again re- minds one of the Tamil proverb : " Even if you go to Benares, your sin will follow you."
foto – knoxing at point danger nsw/qld border. 2008