Category Archives: WALK THE WALK

He tangata takahi manuhiri, he marae puehu

 

 

 

A person who mistreats his guest has a dusty Marae (Meeting house)

 

Someone who disregards his visitors will soon find he has no visitors at all. This accentuates the importance of Manaakitanga, or hospitality with Maori society and culture.

http://www.maori.cl/Proverbs.htm

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Our Visitor

Barcroft Henry Boake (1866-1892)

Australian writer

There’s a fellow on the station
(He dropped in on a call,
Just casual – to stay a pleasant week),
He’s a banker’s near relation,
Strongly built, and very tall,
Not altogether destitute of cheek;
He’s a descent judge of whisky,
And the hardest working youth
Who ever played a polo on a cob;
His anecdotes are risky,
And to tell the honest truth,
He’s waiting here until he gets a job.

He’s waiting, as I mention,
And whene’er he says his prayers,
Which he doesn’t do as frequently as some,
And I fear that his intention
Isn’t quite so good as theirs –
For he prays to God the work may never come.
He marches with the banner
Of the noble unemployed,
He mixes with the fashionable mob,
But while he’s got a tanner
He scorns to be decoyed
Where there’s any chance he may get a job.

He’s an excellent musician,
And the song that suits him best,
“Old Stumpy” is a masterpiece of art;
’Tis a splendid composition
As he chucks it off his chest,
Though there’s something of a hitch about the start.
He’s an artist, too, in colours
For he painted up the boat.
You wonder – but he did, so help me bob,
And all the champion scullers,
When once he gets afloat,
Couldn’t catch him – if they offered him a job.

He’s very unpretending,
Most affable and kind,
He’ll take a whisky any time it suits;
Extremely condescending,
He really does not mind,
He’ll even, when it’s muddy, wear your boots.
Some think he isn’t clever,
But it’s my distinct belief
That there’s much more than they fancy in his nob.
But he’s travelling on the “never”
And will surely die of grief
On the day when he’s compelled to take a job.

http://alldownunder.com/australian-authors/barcroft-henry-boake/our-visitor.htm

 

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“If you run out of ideas follow the road; you’ll get there” ― Edgar Allan Poe

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[three fragments]

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yesterday in a different voice
discussing emptiness
you flooded with sunlight

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with the water flowing
out of your body
you understand you lost direction

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you lift your head
and the sky rushes in to your mouth

Graham Nunn

http://anotherlostshark.com/tag/contemporary-australian-poetry/

Once burned by milk you will blow on cold water. Russian.

http://www.pskovgo.narod.ru/proverbs_1.htm

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Kenneth Slessor

The Night Ride

Gas flaring on the yellow platform; voices running up and down;
Milk-tins in cold dented silver; half-awake I stare,
Pull up the blind, blink out – all sounds are drugged;
the slow blowing of passengers asleep;
engines yawning; water in heavy drips;
Black, sinister travellers, lumbering up the station,
one moment in the window, hooked over bags;
hurrying, unknown faces – boxes with strange labels –
all groping clumsily to mysterious ends,
out of the gaslight, dragged by private Fates,
their echoes die. The dark train shakes and plunges;
bells cry out, the night-ride starts again.
Soon I shall look out into nothing but blackness,
pale, windy fields, the old roar and knock of the rails
melts in dull fury. Pull down the blind. Sleep. Sleep
Nothing but grey, rushing rivers of bush outside.
Gaslight and milk-cans. Of Rapptown I recall nothing else.

http://neilcommonplacebook.wordpress.com/2013/12/

The day is for working, the night is for resting.

Gwakia kwarama, gwatuka gwakundeera

There is a time to wink as well as to see.

http://www.misterseed.com/link%20pages/PROVERBS2.htm

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“Sometimes it’s important to work for that pot of gold. But other times it’s essential to take time off and to make sure that your most important decision in the day simply consists of choosing which colour to slide down on the rainbow.”

Douglas Pagels 

http://www.wow4u.com/relax-quotes/

The drum makes a great fuss because it is empty. Trinidadian

 

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Leprechauns, castles, good luck and laughter.Lullabies, dreams and love ever after. Poems and songs with pipes and drums. A thousand welcomes when anyone comes. That’s the Irish for you!

Not all those who wander are lost

TOLKIEN

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“It is worse to stay where one does not belong at all than to wander about lost for a while and looking for the psychic and soulful kinship one requires.”

― Clarissa Pinkola Estés, Women Who Run With the Wolves: Myths and Stories of the Wild Woman Archetype

The advice of foxes is dangerous for chickens.

~ Spanish

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“And once when we were walking on Bredon Hill, we met a bedraggled and exhausted fox. ‘Oh, poor thing,’ Jack said. ‘What shall we do when the hunt comes up? I can already hear them. Oh, I know — I have an idea.’ He cupped his hands and shouted to the first riders, “Hallo, yoicks, gone that way,” and pointed in the direction opposite to the one the fox had taken. The whole hunt followed his directions. There followed a long discussion about when lying was morally justifiable, but he boasted delightedly later to my wife that he had saved the life of a poor fox and showed no trace of guilt.”

― George Sayer, Jack: A Life of C.S. Lewis

When you follow in the path of your father, you learn to walk like him.

Ashanti Proverb

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“Adults follow paths. Children explore. Adults are content to walk the same way, hundreds of times, or thousands; perhaps it never occurs to adults to step off the paths, to creep beneath rhododendrons, to find the spaces between fences.”

― Neil Gaiman, The Ocean at the End of the Lane

Remember, every flower that ever bloomed had to go through a whole lot of dirt to get there.

– Mariela Delgado

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“Find meaning. Distinguish melancholy from sadness. Go out for a walk. It doesn’t have to be a romantic walk in the park, spring at its most spectacular moment, flowers and smells and outstanding poetical imagery smoothly transferring you into another world. It doesn’t have to be a walk during which you’ll have multiple life epiphanies and discover meanings no other brain ever managed to encounter. Do not be afraid of spending quality time by yourself. Find meaning or don’t find meaning but ‘steal’ some time and give it freely and exclusively to your own self. Opt for privacy and solitude. That doesn’t make you antisocial or cause you to reject the rest of the world. But you need to breathe. And you need to be.”

― Albert Camus, Notebooks 1951-1959

I never tired of picturing sharks.”

― Eileen Granfors, Flash Warden and Other Stories

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When the day came to an end, he walked away from the beach. One thing Mickey taught me as an ethos was that at the end of the day, you just walk away.

-John Milius, Apocalypse Now script-writer, on ‘da cat that walked by himself,’ Malibu legend Mickey Dora.

http://st-james.hubpages.com/hub/Quotes-About-Surfing–Zen–Recovery

The oak fought the wind and was broken, the willow bent when it must and survived.”

― Robert Jordan, The Fires of Heaven

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“Suddenly I came out of my thoughts to notice everything around me again-the catkins on the willows, the lapping of the water, the leafy patterns of the shadows across the path. And then myself, walking with the alignment that only comes after miles, the loose diagonal rhythm of arms swinging in synchronization with legs in a body that felt long and stretched out, almost as sinuous as a snake…when you give yourself to places, they give you yourself back; the more one comes to know them, the more one seeds them with the invisible crop of memories and associations that will be waiting for when you come back, while new places offer up new thoughts, new possibilities. Exploring the world is one the best ways of exploring the mind, and walking travels both terrains.”

― Rebecca Solnit, Wanderlust: A History of Walking

 

A crab walks, so walks his children.

African proverb Kpelle Tribe

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“The first thing the intellect does with an object is to class it along with something else. But any object that is infinitely important to us and awakens our devotion feels to us also as if it must be sui generis and unique. Probably a crab would be filled with a sense of personal outrage if it could hear us class it without ado or apology as a crustacean, and thus dispose of it. “I am no such thing,” it would say; “I am MYSELF, MYSELF alone.”
― William James, The Varieties of Religious Experience

I dream of hiking into my old age.

Marlyn Doan

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“You think the only people who are people, are the people who look and think like you. But if you walk the footsteps of a stranger, you’ll learn things you never knew you never knew.”

Pocahontas

Always be fearless. Walk like lions, talk like pigeons, live like elephants and love like an infant child.

― Santosh Kalwar, Quote Me Everyday

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“I was happy but happy is an adult word. You don’t have to ask a child about happy, you see it. They are or they are not. Adults talk about being happy because largely they are not. Talking about it is the same as trying to catch the wind. Much easier to let it blow all over you.”

― Jeanette Winterson

Limp along until your legs are spent, and you fall flat and your energy is drained. Then the grace of the Divine will lift you. ― Rumi

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“He walked as he’d learned to walk, with only a minimal limp, back straight, head held high in confidence rather than cockiness. He walked like a man who had learned to lean into God for whatever strength he needed.”

 

― Robin Lee Hatcher, Fit to Be Tied