Category Archives: NOURISHMENT

Music is a moral law. It gives soul to the universe, wings to the mind, flight to the imagination, a charm to sadness, gaiety and life to everything. It is the essence of order and lends to all that is good and just and beautiful. Plato


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The Sydney Morning Herald (NSW : 1842 – 1954), Thursday 14 March 1935,

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I’ve lived to feel how pride may part  Spirits, tho’ matched like hand and glove. Coventry Patmore.


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

Happiness is when what you think, what you say, and what you do are in harmony. :

Mahatma Gandhi



My Sitting Down Place

My Sitting Down Place by Gail Kay, Proserpine, QLD

I go down to the creek

Where the water gurgles


As it hurries along

Over the shining sand and pebbles

To its destiny

With the sea.

Dappled sunlight

Flits and moves

Across the water, over the creek bank,

And the birds sing happily

To the accompaniment

Of insects and crickets.

I sit in silence as I soak it all into my soul.

Peace flows

From the water

To my heart.

Whatever life brings me I now can face

Because of this,

My sitting down place!

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THE first glass for thirst, the second for nourishment, the third for pleasure, and the fourth for madness.



so many gifts and talents,

birds soaring into their dreams,

and the sea, the sea,



chorus of rich, resonant salt,

and meanwhile,

we men,

touch the water,


and hoping,

we touch the sea,


And the waves tell the firm coast,

"Everything will be fulfilled."

Read more at Suite101: Pablo Neruda’s Ode to Hope

People need dreams, there’s as much nourishment in ’em as food.

Dorothy Gilman.


The Orange Tree

The young girl stood beside me .  I

            Saw not what her young eyes could see.

            A light, she said, not of the sky

            Lives somewhere in the Orange Tree.

  Listen, the young girl said. For all

            Your hapless talk you fail to see

            There is a light, a step, a call,

            This evening on the Orange Tree.

John Shaw Neilson

foto – young girls in the black bear café in bellingen nov 2010