The dignity is in the worker, not in the job.”

― Howard Fast, The Immigrants

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“By the time she had finished, her hand was in Elizabeth’s firm clasp again. Her touch was strangely comforting—a woman’s touch signifying a woman’s sympathy. Elizabeth would understand what it would be like to be a captive, to have one’s freedom taken away, and then, as a final indignity, to have one’s very body invaded and used for the pleasure of one’s captor. Another woman would understand the monumental inner battle that had
had to be waged every single day and night to cling to that something at the core of herself that was herself, that gave her identity and dignity. That something that even a rapist—even, perhaps, a murderer—could not take away from her.”

― Mary Balogh, One Night for Love

“By loving them for more than their abilities we show our children that they are much more than the sum of their accomplishments.”

― Eileen Kennedy-Moore, Smart Parenting for Smart Kids: Nurturing Your Child’s True Potential

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“One of the greatest challenges I’ve faced as a mother-especially in these anxious, winner-takes-all times-is the need to resist the urge to accept someone else’s definition of success and to try to figure out, instead, what really is best for my own children, what unique combination of structure and freedom, nurturing and challenge, education and exploration, each of them needs in order to grow and bloom.”

― Katrina Kenison, The Gift of an Ordinary Day: A Mother’s Memoir


Every man with a little leisure and enough money for railway tickets, every man, indeed, who knows how to read, has it in his power to magnify himself, to multiply the ways in which he exists, to make his life full, significant and interesting.” Aldous Huxley, Jesting Pilate


foto – XPT coming into Urunga railway station Jan 2013

2nd Class Wait Here

Henry Lawson (1899). Music by Tony Miles (1981)

At suburban railway stations – you may see them as you pass –
There are signboards on the platform saying ‘Wait here second class’:
And to me the whirr and thunder and the cluck of running gear
Seems to be forever saying, saying ‘Second class wait here’ –

Wait here second class
Second class wait here

Yes, the second class were waiting in the days of serf and prince.
And the second class are waiting – they’ve been waiting ever since,
There are gardens in the background, and the line is dark and drear,
Yet they wait beneath a signboard, sneering, ‘Second class wait here’.

inviting our bare flesh to dance

Carefree by Samuel Wagan Watson


“How is it possible that a being with such sensitive jewels as the eyes, such enchanted musical instruments as the ears, and such fabulous arabesque of nerves as the brain can experience itself anything less than a god.”

― Alan Wilson Watts, The Book on the Taboo Against Knowing Who You Are

Let us be grateful to the people who make us happy; they are the charming gardeners who make our souls blossom.

― Marcel Proust


“I am an expression of the divine, just like a peach is, just like a fish is. I have a right to be this way…I can’t apologize for that, nor can I change it, nor do I want to… We will never have to be other than who we are in order to be successful…We realize that we are as ourselves unlimited and our experiences valid. It is for the rest of the world to recognize this, if they choose.”

― Alice Walker, The Color Purple

You’ve always been your own knight, riding to your rescue. I’m just the man who came along and saw how brightly your armour shone.

― Courtney Milan, Unclaimed


“…as your father, my instinct is to protect you … Other people will want to protect you too. But remember that you are not a damsel in distress, waiting for some prince to rescue you. Forget the prince. With your brain and your resourcefulness, you can rescue yourself.”

Brad Meltzer, Heroes for My Daughter

You already possess everything necessary to become great. Crow


“Let me not pray to be sheltered from dangers,
but to be fearless in facing them.
Let me not beg for the stilling of my pain, but
for the heart to conquer it.”

Rabindranath Tagore, Collected Poems And Plays Of Rabindranath Tagore

Bhagavad-gita, "puppets in a play of shadows – whirling them onwards on a stream of time"


Unlike puppets we have the possibility of stopping in our movements, looking up and perceiving the machinery by which we have been moved. In this act lies the first steps towards freedom.
Peter Berger Sociologist


foto – clown from the rathgar opshop ulmarra 2009

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Street Puppet
In the middle of Swanston Street
in wires of rain, cross-walk lights,
a puppet skips over puddles.
In a cache of strings, a jiggled turn, a rise of torso.
The wooden man is small, barefoot, slightly
hidden under quivering shadows. The puppeteer
assures him there is no danger, as he guides
his puppet through the sidewalk crush,
lifting his blue tattoos to the sky.

A promise is a cloud; fulfillment is rain. Arabian


clouds lift off hill
total fire ban day
grass turning to hay
north wind silent still
expecting tomorrow
forty-four degrees
blusters blistering trees
ferns wilting in sorrow

lee emmett australia.

foto – ulmarra clouds dec 09