Category Archives: EXPERIENCE

Friends are like fiddle-strings, they must not be screwed too tight.

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The Old Violin

The Touch of the Masters Hand

 

‘Twas battered and scarred,
And the auctioneer thought it
hardly worth his while
To waste his time on the old violin,
but he held it up with a smile.

“What am I bid, good people”, he cried,
“Who starts the bidding for me?”
“One dollar, one dollar, Do I hear two?”
“Two dollars, who makes it three?”
“Three dollars once, three dollars twice, going for three,”

But, No,
From the room far back a gray bearded man
Came forward and picked up the bow,
Then wiping the dust from the old violin
And tightening up the strings,
He played a melody, pure and sweet
As sweet as the angel sings.

The music ceased and the auctioneer
With a voice that was quiet and low,
Said “What now am I bid for this old violin?”
As he held it aloft with its’ bow.

“One thousand, one thousand, Do I hear two?”
“Two thousand, Who makes it three?”
“Three thousand once, three thousand twice,
Going and gone”, said he.

The audience cheered,
But some of them cried,
“We just don’t understand.”
“What changed its’ worth?”
Swift came the reply.
“The Touch of the Masters Hand.”

“And many a man with life out of tune
All battered and bruised with hardship
Is auctioned cheap to a thoughtless crowd
Much like that old violin

A mess of pottage, a glass of wine,
A game and he travels on.
He is going once, he is going twice,
He is going and almost gone.

But the Master comes,
And the foolish crowd never can quite understand,
The worth of a soul and the change that is wrought
By the Touch of the Masters’ Hand.

– by Myra Brooks Welch

La pomme est pour le vieux singe. The old monkey gets the apple.

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“Once we were blobs in the sea, and then fishes, and then lizards and rats and then monkeys, and hundreds of things in between. This hand was once a fin, this hand once had claws! In my human mouth I have the pointy teeth of a wolf and the chisel teeth of a rabbit and the grinding teeth of a cow! Our blood is as salty as the sea we used to live in! When we’re frightened, the hair on our skin stands up, just like it did when we had fur. We are history! Everything we’ve ever been on the way to becoming us, we still are. […]

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

If you haven’t fallen off a horse…then you haven’t been ridin long enough.

Source : http://www.coolnsmart.com/cowboy_quotes/

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We knew that youth won’t keep for rainy days.
It burns and turns to ash too soon.
So we’d revel every minute
in the music of our Buick
running smooth, two rodeoin’ lovers
cruising to another—
beneath Montana’s blue roan
bucking horse moon.

Paul Zarzyski(.com) Poetry  The Bucking Horse Moon

“Knowledge is knowing that a tomato is a fruit, wisdom is not putting it in a fruit salad.” ― Miles Kington

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IZZY FOREAL AT MURWILLUMBAH 2008

Tomatoes

People always ask me:

“How do you memorize all of that?”

And the truth is the first girl I ever kissed, tasted like tomatoes.

And I know this, because the second girl I ever kissed tasted like pepper.

It wasn’t unpleasant.

It’s just that I was expecting tomatoes.

SHANE KOYCZAN

http://koyczanlovers.tumblr.com/post/1729736661/tomatoes

“Knowing things is magical, if other people don’t know them.” ― Terry Pratchett, A Hat Full of Sky (Discworld, 32)

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My Hat!

The hats of a man may be many

In the course of a varied career,

And some have been worth not a penny

And some have been devilish dear;

But there’s one hat I always remember
When sitting alone by the fire.

In the depth of a Northern November,

Because it fulfilled my desire.

 

It was old, it was ragged and rotten

And many years out of mode,

Like a thing that a tramp had forgotten

And left at the side of a road.

The boughs of the mulga had torn it,

It’s ribbon was naught but lace,

And old swaggie would not have worn it

Without a sad smile on his face.


When I took off the hat to the ladies

It was rather with sorrow than swank,

And often I wished it in Hades
When the gesture drew only a blank;

But for swatting a fly on the tucker

Or lifting a quart from the fire

Or belting the ribs of a bucker

It was all that a man could desire.

 

When it ought to have gone to the cleaner’s

(And stayed there, as somebody said!)
It was handy for flogging the weaners

From the drafting-yard into the shed.

And oft it has served as a dish for

A kelpie in need of a drink;

It was all that a fellow could wish for

In many more ways than you’d think.

 

It was spotted and stained by the weather,

There was more than one hole in the crown,

And it made little difference whether

The rim was turned up or turned down.

It kept out the rain (in a fashion)

And kept off the sun (more or less),

Bt it merely comanded compassion

Considered as part of one’s dress.

 

Though it wasn’t a hat you would bolt with

Or be anxious to borrow or hire,

It was useful to blindfold a colt with

Or handle a bit of barbed wire.

Though the world may have thought it improper

To wear such old rubbish as that,

I’d have scorned the best London-made topper

In exchange for my old battered hat.

Will Ogilvie  

FOTO – IZZY’S HATS AT RALEIGH

All the world is mad save for me and thee, and sometimes I wonder about thee. – Old Quaker saying

http://www.wiseoldsayings.com/humorous1.htm

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A warrior who had more than he needed would make a feast. He went around and invited the old and needy. . . The man who could thank the food—some worthy old medicine man or warrior—said, “. . . . look to the old, they are worthy of old age; they have seen their days and proven themselves. With the help of the Great Spirit, they have attained a ripe old age. At this age the old can predict or give knowledge or wisdom, whatever it is; it is so. At the end is a cane. You and your family shall get to where the cane is.”

Black Elk, Oglala Sioux holy man

a balloon has left without saying goodbye. Graham Nunn

http://anotherlostshark.com/tag/poems-about-the-ekka/

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“who knows if the moon’s
a balloon,coming out of a keen city
in the sky–filled with pretty people?
( and if you and I should

get into it,if they
should take me and take you into their balloon,
why then
we’d go up higher with all the pretty people

than houses and steeples and clouds:
go sailing
away and away sailing into a keen 
city which nobody’s ever visited,where

always
it’s
Spring)and everyone’s
in love and flowers pick themselves” 

― E.E. Cummings, Collected Poems

Better a thousand enemies outside the tent than one within it.

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The very same adversity can make one bitter and another better. A thoughtful and prayerful study on how to face adversity can change one’s world.

http://www.tentmaker.org/Quotes/adversity_quotes.html

“Trust because you are willing to accept the risk, not because it’s safe or certain.

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Historically, musicians know what it is like to be outside the norm – walking the high wire without a safety net.
Our experience is not so different from those who march to the beat of different drummers.

Billy Joel

He who would enjoy the fruit must not spoil the blossom.

http://www.smo.uhi.ac.uk/gaidhlig/corpus/seanfhaclan/MacDonald.html

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“It is hard work to control the workings of inclination and turn the bent of nature; but that it may be done, I know from experience. God has given us, in a measure, the power to make our own fate: and when our energies seem to demand a sustenance they cannot get–when our will strains after a path we may not follow–we need neither starve from inanition, not stand still in despair: we have but to seek another nourishment for the mind, as strong as the forbidden fruit it longed to taste–and perhaps purer; and to hew out for the adventurous foot a road as direct and broad as the one Fortune has blocked up against us, if rougher than it.”

― Charlotte Brontë, Jane Eyre

 

 

I like to see cats tumble around, but I wish they wouldn’t meow so much when I shove them in the dryer.” ―

Jarod Kintz, The Days of Yay are Here! Wake Me Up When They’re Over.

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“She fell, she hurt, she felt. She lived. And for all the tumble of her experiences, she still had hope. Maybe this next time would do the trick. Or maybe not. But unless you stepped into the game, you would never know.”

― Sarah Dessen, This Lullaby

To select well among old things, is almost equal to inventing new ones.

Nicholas Charles Trublet

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When life knocks you to your knees, and it will, why, get up! If it knocks you to your knees again, as it will, well, isn`t that the best position from which to pray?”

― Ethel Barrymore

Jafaa. In Persian, this very poetic word refers to all the wrongs you do to those who love you.”

― Maziar Bahari, Then They Came for Me: A Family’s Story of Love, Captivity, and Survival

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“It was a pleasure to watch them eating jalebis, always entreating the other to eat some more—the beauty of love that had mellowed in the evening of life.”

― Narendra Jadhav, Untouchables: My Family’s Triumphant Journey Out of the Caste System in Modern India

“You think when you wake up in the mornin yesterday don’t count. But yesterday is all that does count. What else is there? Your life is made out of the days it’s made out of. Nothin else.”

Cormac McCarthy, No Country for Old Men

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“Gather round me children
There’s a story I’ll tell you,
A story about our heritage
A place where we go for a chew.

This place once looked so different
Mangrove trees and river gums,
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I encouraged friends to come.

We’d go fishing for Flathead
With our bottle lines and dough
Trying our skills not to tangle
Our lines but we’d have a go.

As we fished the sun shone
We shared our stories and dreams
Hoping our children would continue
Our tradition and what it means.

The white man thought it was better
Destroying my family’s sacred place
Removing all trees and making it a park
And calling it a “community space”.

How can it be a community space?
When the families have left
The place lonely and uninviting,
It hurts inside my chest.

How can my children learn about
Their culture and family?
The laws of survival, the Dreaming
And becoming more manly.

The white man they say “sorry” yet
I still feel sadness and sorrow
I have let down my ancestors
But yet we’ll still live with it tomorrow.

So listen carefully my children
Don’t be afraid to stand up and fight
Just like what “Eddie Mabo” did
So that all will be right.


TRAVIS.

“We learn from history as much as a rabbit learns from an experiment that’s performed upon it.”

― W.G. Sebald

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“Don’t go into Mr. McGregor’s garden: your Father had an accident there; he was put in a pie by Mrs. McGregor.”


Beatrix Potter, (1866 – 1943) English author “The Tale of Peter Rabbit”

I look at victory as milestones on a very long highway.

– Joan Benoit Samuelson

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Without darkness, we may never know how bright the stars shine. Without battles, we could not know what victory feels like. Without adversity, we may never appreciate the abundance in our lives. Be thankful, not only for the easy times, but for every experience that has made you who you are.”
― Julie-Anne

For parlour use, the vague generality is a life saver.

George Ade

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“Most humbling of all is to comprehend the lifesaving gift that your pit crew of people has been for you, and all the experiences you have shared, the journeys together, the collaborations, births and deaths, divorces, rehab, and vacations, the solidarity you have shown one another. Every so often you realize that without all of them, your life would be barren and pathetic. It would be Death of a Salesman, though with e-mail and texting.”

― Anne Lamott, Help Thanks Wow: Three Essential Prayers

Experience is the best teacher, but the tuition is high.

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http://www.finestquotes.com/select_quote-category-Proverbs-page-0.htm

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“Do not resent your place in the story. Do not imagine yourself elsewhere. Do not close your eyes and picture a world without thorns, without shadows, without hawks. Change this world. Use your body like a tool meant to be used up, discarded, and replaced. Better every life you touch. We will reach the final chapter. When we have eyes that can stare into the sun, eyes that only squint for the Shenikah, then we will see laughing children pulling cobras by their tails, and hawks and rabbits playing tag.”

― N.D. Wilson, Notes from the Tilt-A-Whirl: Wide-Eyed Wonder in God’s Spoken World