Those who play the game do not see it as clearly as those who watch.
in the cave she rolls the big rock for table, for the desert wildflowers they pick each another
she carries many coolamons filled with river sand to soften the hard rock floor
she makes shelf from braided saplings to hold all the feathers given by the message birds
when he sleeps she polishes his weapons with goanna and emu fat till they glisten in fire light
he tells the story of the notches on his spear, the story of the maps on his woomera
their eyes fill with spot fires lit on his return
the other women laugh “get over yourself” they laugh “he’s not that good”
she smiles she knows him in the night
FOTO – BURA AT THE BEACHSHACK MARCH 2015
The past is not your potential. In any hour you can choose to liberate the future. – Marilyn Ferguson –
To laugh often and love much; to win the respect of intelligent persons and the affection of children; to earn the approbation of honest citizens and endure the betrayal of false friends; to appreciate beauty; to find the best in others; to give of one’s self; to leave the world a bit better, whether by a healthy child, a garden patch or a redeemed social condition; to have played and laughed with enthusiasm and sung with exultation; to know even one life has breathed easier because you have lived—this is to have succeeded.”
― Bessie Anderson Stanley, More Heart Throbs
― Friedrich Nietzsche
`Unu mai a ho`onu`anu`a ke kilu o Kalama`ula, ho`ole`ale`ale`a i ke kaha o Kaunalewa.
Bring all the kilu for amusement at Kalama`ula to make merry on the field of Kaunalewa.
To come together for a gay time and bring whatever you have to add to the fun. There is a play on lewa, which refers to the swinging of the hips in hula.
~ West African
How great their folly who suppose
The thorn adds richness to the rose.