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,
‘Ike aku, ‘ike mai, kokua aku kokua mai; pela iho la ka nohana ‘ohana.
Many native Hawaiians live with their extended family and family is the most important part of life for them. This saying teaches why they should put family first…In the Ohana or family, you know others and they know you, you help others and know you will be helped if there is anything you need.
ALI COBBY ECKERMANN
My heart is Round ready to echo the music of my
family but the Square
within me remains
The Square stops me in my entirety.
~H. Jackson Brown, Jr.
“There is no such thing as a “broken family.” Family is family, and is not determined by marriage certificates, divorce papers, and adoption documents. Families are made in the heart. The only time family becomes null is when those ties in the heart are cut. If you cut those ties, those people are not your family. If you make those ties, those people are your family. And if you hate those ties, those people will still be your family because whatever you hate will always be with you.”
― C. JoyBell C.
“Know that you’re here for a reason. The dreams that stir within you are there to be achieved. Those dreams are seeds that have been planted inside you, that you’re responsible for watering with action and fertilizing with faith until they manifest; and manifest they must as long as you quit quitting. Never give up.”
― Dwaun S. Cox
― Maziar Bahari, Then They Came for Me: A Family’s Story of Love, Captivity, and Survival
“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
“Nothing is so difficult as not deceiving oneself.”
― Ludwig Wittgenstein
Let us do our duty in our shop or our kitchen, the market, the street, the office, the school, the home, just as faithfully as if we stood in the front rank of some great battle, and we knew that victory for mankind depended on our bravery, strength, and skill. When we do that, the humblest of us will be serving in that great army which achieves the welfare of the world.
One foot cannot stand on two boats.
"Bannú; or Our Afghan frontier"
But the fruit of the Spirit is love, joy, peace, patience, kindness, goodness, faithfulness, gentleness and self-control.” (Galatians 5:22-23)
foto – urunga boat ramp
Victory, union, faith, identity, time,
The indissoluble compacts, riches, mystery,
Eternal progress, the kosmos, and the modern reports.
This, then, is life;
Here is what has come to the surface after so many throes and
How curious! how real!
foto – scoob and bali
“For the lips of an immoral woman are as sweet as honey, and her mouth is sweet as oil. But in the end she is as bitter as poison, as dangerous as a double-edged sword. Her feet go down to death; her steps lead straight to the grave. For she cares nothing about the path of life. She staggers down a crooked trail and doesn’t realize it.” Proverbs 5: 3-6
foto – the cottage raleigh
The sun blossoms on each and every stone
from the garden,
and the stones are smilling…
And if you’re patient enough,
you might even hear them whispering
about ancient songs and green words,
remembered from times that never existed…
Look, if I pick up one of the stones
and put it somewhere else,
I’m changing history…
Actually, we are not allowed
to dream together with them,
because we move all the time,
and we make history – OUR history – change…
(Maybe this is what ‘writing history’ is about…)
But the stones are always there,
waiting, patiently, for nothing to happen,
just hoping that one day,
maybe when the sun blossoms on them,
a rose will blossom by their side…
foto – bats in bello jan 2010
"A collection of the proverbs of all nations"
Once I left
the tent, pulled tight about me
the hessian air.
The moon was a sigh
on my hand. My father
said that silence was reason,
there was power in it. Once,
I think, he camped here.
foto – tent at linden lea