Category Archives: SHARING

“mother’s parasol I unfold the dust of other summers” – Ernest J. Berry.

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By Lucy (Year 4, Unload Creative Writing, 2014)

My parasol smells like strawberries
and it smells like cereal too.
It doesn't only give room to me,
it can also give room for two!
It sounds like meadows and gentle waves
to make way for the pretty caves.
It looks like a rainbow, my dear, dear friend,
its colours will stretch ‘til the very end.
It feels like a pillow made of silk from the clouds;
it makes me feel quiet, not loud.
It tastes like things sweet and sour,
its beauty lies beneath its power.

http://redroomcompany.org/poetry-object/poems/4180/
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“Finish each day and be done with it. You have done what you could. Some blunders and absurdities have crept in – forget them as soon as you can. Tomorrow is a new day. You shall begin it serenely and with too high a spirit to be encumbered with your old nonsense.” ~Emerson

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“People tend to be generous when sharing their nonsense, fear, and ignorance. And while they seem quite eager to feed you their negativity, please remember that sometimes the diet we need to be on is a spiritual and emotional one. Be cautious with what you feed your mind and soul. Fuel yourself with positivity and let that fuel propel you into positive action.”
― Steve Maraboli, Unapologetically You: Reflections on Life and the Human Experience

This is the step where humility smacks us right between the eyes. It was one thing to write out our inventory for ourselves. As for sharing it with God—if there is a God, He’d know all about us anyway.

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More Comments About Step 5

This may be one of the most challenging steps we face in our recovery process, but it can also be one of the most fulfilling in terms of removing us from our isolation. In order to accomplish Step 5, the three-part sharing it endorses must take place. That is, all of what we discovered about ourselves in our Step 4 inventory is to be freely admitted to God, to ourselves, and to another human being.

…Because these areas are so sensitive and so very personal, it is important to exercise care in choosing the person or persons with whom we formally share our fifth step. Such individuals should be trustworthy and somewhat detached from the situations about which we will share. For example, one would not usually call on a spouse or immediate family member to hear this confession. In fact, it is quite common to choose a therapist or pastoral counselor for this purpose. Also, such individuals should be compassionate, not condemning.
– Serenity, A Companion for Twelve Step Recovery, p. 45,46

“Shared joy is double joy, and shared sorrow is half-sorrow.” Swedish

http://www.helpingotherslivesober.org/sharing/quotes/

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“Though they knew they must help other alcoholics if they would remain sober, that motive became secondary. It was transcended by the happiness they found in giving themselves for others. They shared their homes, their slender resources and gladly devoted spare hours to fellow-sufferers.”AA, 2001, p. 159

Paddle together, bail, paddle; paddle, bail; paddle towards the land.

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He lawai’a no ke kai papa’u, he pokole ke aho; he lawai’a no ke kai hohonu he loa ke aho.

 

A fisherman of shallow seas uses only a short line; a fisherman of the deep sea uses a long line.

You will reach only as far as you aim and prepare yourself to reach.

http://www.k12.hi.us/~waianaeh/waianhi/olelo.html

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 Scott, Margaret

over miles of puddled sand. Soon I’ll hear the scuff and flap of your thongs cantering down the long slope to the beach. As you come to find me here in the heel

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The Canberra Times (ACT : 1926 – 1995), Sunday 4 August 1985,

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If one loves, one loves the whole person as he or she is, and not as one might wish them to be. ~ Lev Tolstoi, Russia

 

 

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“Keep your head up, forge forward fee-sabeel-illah, keep praying, learning, thinking, following your dreams, and loving the people in your life. It’s all worth it, it all matters and makes a difference. Every single thing you do is meaningful, even when you don’t see it. You are my brothers, my sisters, my heroes.” –

Wael Abdelgawad

Queensland Times (Ipswich) (Qld. : 1909 – 1954), Monday 5 August 1946,

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MY SISTER’S STAYING. THINGS ARE NOT
My sister’s staying. Things are not
where I’m used to finding them. This time
I tell myself it doesn’t matter. This time
I’m the one who has been cut. The poem
I wrote for her has come back to bite me.
So she is here to help. She’s already done
the garden, finishing off the jobs her sister started.
The peace lily my mother gave me when my father died
has been re-potted and is doing well beneath the camellia.
Today we walked to Market Town for a little bit of retail
therapy: DVDs and shoes. We also saw a movie called
Brokeback Mountain, which, according to the publicists,
is about gay cowboys. In fact it’s more about
how love isn’t always able to be
what you want.
We also watch her favourite TV shows, most of which
seem to be about the supernatural. And every now and then
she says something that lets me know how she coped
with her cancer. Keeping company, we are aware
of how living and dying reach out to each other, learning to be
at ease in my new leather lounge. It’s good: we’re still here
for the moment and that will have to be enough.
© 2005, Noel Rowe
From: Touching the Hem
Publisher: Vagabond Press, Sydney, 2005

 

Aunt Lorna kisses into space near your ear, not on your face. I don’t call that kissing I call that missing.

 

 

 

Honey Sandwich by Elizabeth Honey.  Allen & Unwin, 1993.

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foto – musicians at the URUNGA SURF LIFESAVING CLUB FUNDRAISER in January 2014.

 

Instead of putting your sandwich in a Ziploc bag, why don’t you use my t-shirt? It’s sweaty and will keep the bread moist.
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― Jarod Kintz, If you bring the booze and food, I’ll bring the thirst and hunger

That’s what I consider true generosity: You give your all, and yet you always feel as if it costs you nothing.”  ― Simone de Beauvoir

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An onion shared with a friend tastes like roast lamb.

— Egyptian – See more at: http://josephsoninstitute.org/quotes/quotations.php?q=Generosity,%20forgiveness#sthash.aoKLdaCe.dpuf

Come and share a pot of tea, My home is warm and my friendship’s free . Emilie Barnes

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Anybody can look at a pretty girl and see a pretty girl. An artist can look at a pretty girl and see the old woman she will become. A better artist can look at an old woman and see the pretty girl that she used to be. But a great artist-a master-and that is what Auguste Rodin was-can look at an old woman, portray her exactly as she is…and force the viewer to see the pretty girl she used to be…and more than that, he can make anyone with the sensitivity of an armadillo, or even you, see that this lovely young girl is still alive, not old and ugly at all, but simply prisoned inside her ruined body. He can make you feel the quiet, endless tragedy that there was never a girl born who ever grew older than eighteen in her heart…no matter what the merciless hours have done to her. Look at her, Ben. Growing old doesn’t matter to you and me; we were never meant to be admired-but it does to them.”

Robert A. Heinlein

A painter should begin every canvas with a wash of black, because all things in nature are dark except where exposed by the light.”

― Leonardo da Vinci

 

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Shared Sunset

Shared Sunset by Jonathan Hill, Old Erowal Bay, NSW

Driving home along the old wool road

Not long now to our humble abode

The groceries from Bilo on the back seat

Beside the restless hungry dogs who are wet from the beach

A synchronised sigh as we peer up ahead

Clouds apricot gold sharply outlined in red

Bold columns of light explode through the clouds

that float amidst a lilac and smooth silver shroud

I reach for your hand our palms gently kiss

I truly do treasure moments like this. 

Read more: http://www.creativespirits.info/aboriginalculture/arts/shared-sunset#ixzz2jllqgIXf

Teams share the burden and divide the grief.

Doug Smith

http://www.heartquotes.net/teamwork-quotes.html

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“Sometimes carrying the burden of an upsetting truth, and hiding it, is actually a gift you give to someone else. You bear that burden, so they don’t have to, in a situation where telling them will change nothing.”

― Cassandra Clare

Through the creation of personal media Internet users form ‘just-in-time-just-like-me support groups’ that expand and further their personal networks.”

~ Lee Rainie

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“The most successful social media experiments—whether spearheaded by one person, a group of individuals, a company, or an institution—invite you in, treat you as a friend, and make you feel at home. Look around, they say, and tell us how we can make things better; get to know us. Get involved and tell us what you think.”

~ Melinda Blau

http://www.sayitbetter.com/quotes/

We read to know that we are not alone.”

― William Nicholson

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I suggest that the only books that influence us are those for which
we are ready, and which have gone a little farther down our particular path
than we have yet got ourselves. ~ E. M. Forster

http://winningspirit.com/speed_reading_quotations.shtml

Under the shelter of each other, people survive.

Ar scáth a chéile a mhaireann na daoine.
Err scawh a ch(k)ale-ah a wir-enn na dee-neh..

http://www.gaelicmatters.com/famous-irish-sayings.html

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Government alone cannot solve the problems we deal with in our correctional facilities, treatment centers, homeless shelters and crisis centres – we need our faith-based and community partners.

Dirk Kempthorne

Milk and honey have different colours, but they share the same house peacefully.

~ African

http://afritorial.com/the-best-72-african-wise-proverbs/

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“I opened a book and in I strode.
Now nobody can find me.
I’ve left my chair, my house, my road,
My town and my world behind me.
I’m wearing the cloak, I’ve slipped on the ring,
I’ve swallowed the magic potion.
I’ve fought with a dragon, dined with a king
And dived in a bottomless ocean.
I opened a book and made some friends.
I shared their tears and laughter
And followed their road with its bumps and bends
To the happily ever after.
I finished my book and out I came.
The cloak can no longer hide me.
My chair and my house are just the same,
But I have a book inside me.”

― Julia Donaldson

So, aloha means ‘to breathe into the face or share spirit with another.”

― Robin Jones Gunn, Sisterchicks Do the Hula

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“People who don’t know how to dance, but who have a loving spirit, can be cultivated to be dancers.” ~ Aunty Maiki Aiu Lake

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Nothing can relieve the pain. Not crying, laughing, screaming, begging. Nothing can change the past.”

― Tabitha Suzuma, Forbidden

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If a friend of mine gave a feast, and did not invite me to it,
I should not mind a bit.
but if a friend of mine had a sorrow
and refused to allow me to share it,
I should feel it most bitterly.
If he shut the doors of the house of mourning against me,
I would move back again and again and beg to be admitted
so that I might share in what I was entitled to share.
If he thought me unworthy, unfit to weep with him,
I should feel it as the most poignant humiliation.
– Oscar Wilde

Sharing food with another human being is an intimate act that should not be indulged in lightly.”

― M.F.K. Fisher

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Once I spoke the language of the flowers,
Once I understood each word the caterpillar said,
Once I smiled in secret at the gossip of the starlings,
And shared a conversation with the housefly
in my bed.
Once I heard and answered all the questions
of the crickets,
And joined the crying of each falling dying
flake of snow,
Once I spoke the language of the flowers. . . .
How did it go?
How did it go?”
― Shel Silverstein, Where the Sidewalk Ends

Unshared joy is an unlighted candle.

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“…part of me must have really wanted to believe–like a child hearing, in perfect safety, a tale of horror–that the unconscious would be like any other room, once the light was let in. That the dark shapes would resolve only into toy horses and Biedermeyer furniture. That therapy could tame it after all, bring it into society with no fear of its someday reverting. I wanted to believe, despite everything my life had been. Can you imagine?”

― Thomas Pynchon, The Crying of Lot 49

There is still hope.

― J.R.R. Tolkien, The Fellowship of the Ring

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When we honestly ask ourselves which person in our lives mean the most to us, we often find that it is those who, instead of giving advice, solutions, or cures, have chosen rather to share our pain and touch our wounds with a warm and tender hand. The friend who can be silent with us in a moment of despair or confusion, who can stay with us in an hour of grief and bereavement, who can tolerate not knowing, not curing, not healing and face with us the reality of our powerlessness, that is a friend who cares.


-Henri Nouwen

 

Words are cold, muddy toads trying to understand sprites dancing in a field-but they’re all we have.

― Yann Martel, Beatrice and Virgil

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“The smell of that buttered toast simply spoke to Toad, and with no uncertain voice; talked of warm kitchens, of breakfasts on bright frosty mornings, of cozy parlour firesides on winter evenings, when one’s ramble was over and slippered feet were propped on the fender; of the purring of contented cats, and the twitter of sleepy canaries.”
― Kenneth Grahame, The Wind in the Willows

“Patience is the companion of wisdom.”

― Saint Augustine of Hippo

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“Friendship arises out of mere Companionship when two or more of the companions discover that they have in common some insight or interest or even taste which the others do not share and which, till that moment, each believed to be his own unique treasure (or burden). The typical expression of opening Friendship would be something like, “What? You too? I thought I was the only one.”
… It is when two such persons discover one another, when, whether with immense difficulties and semi-articulate fumblings or with what would seem to us amazing and elliptical speed, they share their vision – it is then that Friendship is born. And instantly they stand together in an immense solitude.”
― C.S. Lewis, The Four Loves