Enjoy life sip by sip, not gulp by gulp. – The Minister of Leaves, The Republic of Tea –
Lia na tabia yako usilaumu wenzako
|Blame your character not your fellows||
It’s very easy to blame others whenever one faces a problem. This writing is a reminder that sometimes the blame should be on the “man in the mirror” – that is, yourself!
by Mary Gilmore (1865-1962)
There came an old man down the road,
And, O, he whistled fine,
He brought a tune from out the wind –
A wind as cold as brine;
He took the pain from out the world,
And saved this heart of mine.
And down the stairway by my door,
Two days ago I heard
A whistling boy come hopping by
As if he were a bird;
I felt as though I were a leaf
A happy air had stirred.
God gave the whistling mouth to man
That he old griefs might drive
Back to the dens from which they came.
And keep his soul alive.
A whistling man makes life as sweet
As honey in a hive.
Queensland Times (Ipswich) (Qld. : 1909 – 1954), Monday 20 June 1949,
Kittens large and Kittens small,
Prowling on the Back Yard Wall,
Though your fur be rough and few,
I should like to play with you.
Though you roam the dangerous street,
And have curious things to eat,
Though you sleep in barn or loft,
With no cushions warm and soft,
Though you have to stay out-doors
When it’s cold or when it pours,
Though your fur is all askew–
How I’d like to play with you!
A Selection of Kitten Verse by Oliver Herford
People are just as wonderful as sunsets if you let them be. When I look at a sunset, I don’t find myself saying, “Soften the orange a bit on the right hand corner.” I don’t try to control a sunset. I watch with awe as it unfolds.”
– Carl R. Rogers
A cloudy morning often changes to a fine day.
We are all wanders of this earth; our hearts are full of wonder and our souls are full of dreams.
The human heart is never satisfied, just like the snake that wants to swallow an elephant.
Two things stand like stone.
Kindness in another’s trouble,
Courage in your own.
foto – stepping stones and rocks at bilambil cottage dec 2008.
Most wounds can Time repair;
But some are mortal – these:
For a broken heart there is no balm,
No cure for a heart at ease –
At ease, but cold as stone,
Though the intellect spin on,
And the feat and practiced face may show
Nought of the life that is gone;
But smiles, as by habit taught;
And sighs, as by custom led;
And the soul within is safe from damnation,
Since it is dead.
Walter de la Mare
foto – bilambil cottage garden
The Way of Heaven
It is the way of Heaven not to strive, and yet it knows how to overcome; not to speak, and yet it knows how to obtain a response; it calls not, and things come of themselves; it is slow to move, but excellent in its designs.
foto – laying cables in coldstream street 2009