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MAY 31 2011 :Families will not be broken. Curse and expel them, send their children wandering, drown them in floods and fires, and old women will make songs of all these sorrows and sit in the porches and sing them on mild evenings. Marilynne Robinson





‘I will bring you love’, said the young lover,
‘A glad light to dance in your dark eye.
Pendants I will bring of the white bone,
And gay parrot feathers to deck your hair.’
But she only shook her head.
‘I will put a child in your arms,’ he said,
‘Will be a great headman, great rain-maker.
I will make remembered songs about you 
That all the tribes in all the wandering camps
Will sing forever.’
But she was not impressed.
‘I will bring you the still moonlight on the lagoon,
And steal for you the singing of all the birds;
I will bring the stars of heaven to you,
And put the bright rainbow into your hand.’
‘No’, she said, ‘bring me tree-grubs.


FEBRUARY 3 2012: Memories can be sad, but sometimes they can also save you.

Takayuki Ikkaku, Arisa Hosaka and Toshihiro Kawabata


MEMORY The Maitland Mercury & Hunter River General Advertiser (NSW  1843 - 1893), Saturday 19 August 1871

The Maitland Mercury & Hunter River General Advertiser (NSW : 1843 – 1893), Saturday 19 August 1871


MAY 4 2011: Your task is not to seek for love, but merely to seek and find all the barriers within yourself that you have built against it. Rumi.


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"Be true to yourself. You just have the same problem that all talented, ambitious people have. We want to be everything and do everything all at once, but you can’t. Just know the one thing you really are in heart and spirit, and let everything else be your diversions."

Mira, Lady Kasdamir Gerran, "Human, Beware!" (p.145)





MARCH 22 2011 : Fortune will call at the smiling gate. Japanese.



I was standing next to the open gate. I had only to move forward. It was like stepping out into space.

Robert Adamson.


Perseverance is a great element of success. If you only knock long enough and loud enough at the gate, you are sure to wake up somebody.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow


foto – gate of the old church at castlereagh. rev fulton i presume. march 2010.

MARCH 7 2011: Far away on Cold Mountain, a stone path leads upwards. Among white clouds peoples homes reside. Stopping my carriage I must, as to admire the maple forest at nights fall. In awe of autumn leaves showing more red than even flowers of early spring. DU MU.

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Birds and the birds of the winged trees flying my name   

Above the farms and the white horses            

And I rose        

In rainy autumn

And walked abroad in a shower of all my days.

High tide and the heron dived when I took the road        

Over the border            

And the gates

Of the town closed as the town awoke.

Dylan Thomas


foto – on the hill of bilambil cottage above the valley and the coral sea in march 2006 on the border between queensland and nsw

FEBRUARY 19 2011 : These are the days when birds come back, A very few, a bird or two, To take a backward look.

Emily Dickinson.  [1830-1886]  INDIAN SUMMER.


I stand in the bloom of the withered hour
and save up a drop of resin for a late bird:
it carries a flake of snow on a life-red feather;
the grain of ice in its beak, it will get through the summer.


foto – last rose of summer in ulmarra 2010 feb.