You slip the latch
and come to me across the ice.
A mouth is a circle lit
up, tapped out, departed.
Electrical haloes, we are
clairvoyant as soft gods,
sliding in boots, red stars on our soles.
We beckon dampness
into our woollens, swoop
in an inner corona to the sheet iron.
The memorial clock has no carillon.
There’s a thread of you
on my collar when the nightwatchman
appears at the edge of the ice
to shout: off, off,
it won’t hold you.
Pinetorch, by Ainslee Meredith
“The pale stars were sliding into their places. The whispering of the leaves was almost hushed. All about them it was still and shadowy and sweet. It was that wonderful moment when, for lack of a visible horizon, the not yet darkened world seems infinitely greater—a moment when anything can happen, anything be believed in.”
― Olivia Howard Dunbar, The Shell of Sense
The Sydney Morning Herald (NSW : 1842 – 1954), Saturday 16 July 1932,
written by the very alcoholic Australian Poet Henry Kendall
By channels of coolness the echoes are calling,
And down the dim gorges I hear the creek falling:
It lives in the mountain where moss and the sedges
Touch with their beauty the banks and the ledges.
Through breaks of the cedar and sycamore bowers
Struggles the light that is love to the flowers;
And, softer than slumber, and sweeter than singing,
The notes of the bell-birds are running and ringing.
The silver-voiced bell birds, the darlings of daytime!
They sing in September their songs of the May-time;
When shadows wax strong, and the thunder bolts hurtle,
They hide with their fear in the leaves of the myrtle;
When rain and the sunbeams shine mingled together,
They start up like fairies that follow fair weather;
And straightway the hues of their feathers unfolden
Are the green and the purple, the blue and the golden.
October, the maiden of bright yellow tresses,
Loiters for love in these cool wildernesses;
Loiters, knee-deep, in the grasses, to listen,
Where dripping rocks gleam and the leafy pools glisten:
Then is the time when the water-moons splendid
Break with their gold, and are scattered or blended
Over the creeks, till the woodlands have warning
Of songs of the bell-bird and wings of the Morning.
Welcome as waters unkissed by the summers
Are the voices of bell-birds to the thirsty far-comers.
When fiery December sets foot in the forest,
And the need of the wayfarer presses the sorest,
Pent in the ridges for ever and ever
The bell-birds direct him to spring and to river,
With ring and with ripple, like runnels who torrents
Are toned by the pebbles and the leaves in the currents.
Often I sit, looking back to a childhood,
Mixt with the sights and the sounds of the wildwood,
Longing for power and the sweetness to fashion,
Lyrics with beats like the heart-beats of Passion; –
Songs interwoven of lights and of laughters
Borrowed from bell-birds in far forest-rafters;
So I might keep in the city and alleys
The beauty and strength of the deep mountain valleys:
Charming to slumber the pain of my losses
With glimpses of creeks and a vision of mosses.
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The World’s News (Sydney, NSW : 1901 – 1955), Saturday 5 March 1910,
His voice was cloves and nightingales, it took us to spice markets in the Celebs, we drifted with him on a houseboat beyond the Coral Sea. We were like cobras following a reed flute.”
― Janet Fitch, White Oleander
In proverbs, mountains are the immobile backbone and framework of the world. They are the embodiment of Earth itself: immense, indifferent, givers and takers of life, eternal, everything that humanity is not. They are a ready symbol of anything overwhelming.
The beauty of the natural world lies in the details.”
— Natalie Angier
What nutriment can I extract from these bare twigs? Starvation stares me in the face. “Nay, nay,” said a nuthatch, making its way, head downward, about a bare hickory close by, “The nearer the bone, the sweeter the meat…. If at any time the weather is too bleak and cold for you, keep the sunny side of the trunk, for a wholesome and inspiring warmth is there, such as the summer never afforded….” “Hear! hear!” screamed the jay from a neighboring tree, where I had heard a tittering for some time, “winter has a concentrated and nutty kernel, if you know where to look for it.”… [A] red squirrel… came running down a slanting bough, and as he stopped twirling a nut, called out rather impudently, “Look here! just get a snug-fitting fur coat and a pair of fur gloves like mine, and you may laugh at a northeast storm.
Henry David Thoreau, Nov. 8, 1858
If you can react the same way to winning and losing, that’s a big accomplishment. That quality is important because it stays with you the rest of your life, and there’s going to be a life after tennis that’s a lot longer than your tennis life.
CHRIS EVERT LLOYD, William Safire’s Good Advice
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With time even a bear can learn to dance. Yiddish
The Boon of Discontent by C J Dennis
“We cultivate love when we allow our most vulnerable and powerful selves to be deeply seen and known, and when we honour the spiritual connection that grows from that offering with trust, respect, kindness and affection.
Love is not something we give or get; it is something that we nurture and grow, a connection that can only be cultivated between two people when it exists within each one of them – we can only love others as much as we love ourselves.
Shame, blame, disrespect, betrayal, and the withholding of affection damage the roots from which love grows. Love can only survive these injuries if they are acknowledged, healed and rare.”
― Brené Brown, The Gifts of Imperfection: Let Go of Who You Think You’re Supposed to Be and Embrace Who You Are
‘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.
foto my alfa in the rain at raleigh 2013
The Rain Gauge
Some metres from the house yard
Stood a galvanized rain gauge
Collecting dust and spiders
To record on history’s page.
Some years it’s been an asset
Rain filling up the gauge
Lost the post beneath it
When over fire did rage
It’s new home a cut off pine tree
A remnant from the fire
It sat there leaning slightly
Some rain it did desire
Funnel spread toward the heavens
Housing beetles dry and hard
The boss cursed and drained it contents
Mostly insects to discard
For mostly it’s been droughty
The rain droplets very few
I suppose those frosty mornings
It’s gathered up the dew
At times it’s measured downpours
Like in Janu’ry last year
When rain poured down in torrents
The creek of gums to clear
The white ants ate that post out
The gauge toppled to the ground
“Bugger all this waiting
I’ll no longer be around!”
by Jenny McInnis
~ Yiddish Proverb ~
“Scribbly Gum”, by Judith Wright:
The gum-tree stands by the spring.
I peeled its splitting bark
and found the written track
of a life I could not read.
A mouse that removes the palm-nut that turns out to be the bait of a trap, would already have known that the palm-nut does not ripen on the ground.
― Robert Jordan, The Great Hunt
“In their capacity to feel fear, pain, hunger, and thirst, a pig is a dog is a bear is a boy”
~ Erma Bombeck
“Oh no, I never do much ironing, except the outside clothes. We must not iron out the fresh air and sunshine, you know. It is much more healthful not to, the doctors say.” Seriously, there is something very refreshing about sheets and pillow slips just fresh from the line, after being washed and dried in the sun and air. Just try them that way and see if your sleep is not sweeter. ”
― Laura Ingalls Wilder
The Sydney Morning Herald (NSW : 1842 – 1954), Saturday 6 February 1926
“There’s a Polar Bear
In our Frigidaire–
He likes it ’cause it’s cold in there.
With his seat in the meat
And his face in the fish
And his big hairy paws
In the buttery dish,
He’s nibbling the noodles,
And munching the rice,
He’s slurping the soda,
He’s licking the ice.
And he lets out a roar
If you open the door.
And it gives me a scare
To know he’s in there–
That Polary Bear
In our Fridgitydaire.”
― Shel Silverstein, A Light in the Attic
“Once when I looked up, I happened to see a sea eagle poised on magisterial wings above the knurled summit of the mountain behind my tent. It was a scene of peerless tranquility, tossed out in Nature’s devil-may-care way, which says: Just open your eyes, my friend, and I’ll astonish you every minute of your life.”
― Lawrence Millman, Last Places: A Journey in the North
E hoa ma, ina te ora o te tangata
We need the tonic of wildness…At the same time that we are earnest to explore and learn all things, we require that all things be mysterious and unexplorable, that land and sea be indefinitely wild, unsurveyed and unfathomed by us because unfathomable. We can never have enough of nature.”
― Henry David Thoreau, Walden: Or, Life in the Woods
I am the tree
the lean hard hungry land
the crow and eagle
sun and moon and sea
I am the sacred clay
which forms the base
the grasses vines and man
I am all things created
I am you and
you are nothing
but through me the tree
and nothing comes to me
except through that one living gateway
to be free
and you are nothing yet
for all creation
earth and God and man
until they fuse
and become a total sum of something
together fuse to consciousness of all
and every sacred part aware
in true affinity
– Kevin Gilbert