TENDERNESS

Originally posted on THE SILVERBIRD:

TENDERNESS

I ponder the beauty that is you
Your love is as constant as the sun
I knew nothing of the wonder of this world
Until I became acquainted with you
You light up my world beyond all reason
It is clear that you had brought me home
To a place of peace and fulfilment
Never before known
Writing was my solace
Longing was my hope
Dreaming was my only peace
I have a new vision seen from a different view
A bright and lovely rainbow…
A sea of poems and joy beyond compare
Contentment and my cup full
Your words have given me hope to live by
Your love has given me wings to fly high
Your tenderness has given me love to keep nigh ~

(c) Helen M. Crutchett (All rights reserved)

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The Pope Just Helped the US and Cuba Make Up. What International Conflict Will He Fix Next? | Mother Jones

Wednesday’s historic deal between the United States and Cuba was noteworthy for a lot of reasons—and a fascinating one that’s emerged has been the role of Pope Francis. It’s been reported that the Pope sent personal letters to President Obama and President Raul Castro enjoining them to reconsider the situation; then, he invited US and Cuban officials to the Vatican in October to talk things out. In the days since the announcement—which His Holiness greeted with “warm congratulations”—the Vatican has enjoyed wide credit as one of the biggest influences in breaking the decades-old standoff.

via The Pope Just Helped the US and Cuba Make Up. What International Conflict Will He Fix Next? | Mother Jones.

Educational Issues, Current Affairs and Articles: Contact Time with Students

Contact Time with StudentsIt has been a great debate over the years for our nation’s teachers to spend more time in the classroom.  Our Ministry of Education, over the last three years, has hemorrhaged the teachers’ holiday/recuperation period by adding two more teaching days per term.  This year is no different and now not only are they trying to shorten the days of rest for teachers, but are now mandating them to go to professional development seminars conducted by education officers who themselves are exhausted with work.All this, because there is the perception that teachers have too much time on their hands to find additional funds to improve their standard of living.  One talk show host mentioned about the amount of teachers who are driving better cars and living in luxurious houses and that teaching seemed to be a money making business instead of that of educating the population.  There were mentions of teachers having after school classes where students must pay a cost.  Investigations were secretly conducted to find out the cost of these services and publishing how much money a teacher makes conducting private classes.

via Educational Issues, Current Affairs and Articles: Contact Time with Students.

How to Help a Friend Who Has an Invisible Illness – loads of ideas

How do you help a friend who is chronically ill?So frequently we hear what NOT to say. . . but here are some things that most people would like to hear. Sometimes it really is all about how you word it. Click the link below each graphic to find a short article explaining in more depth why this matters and how it can help a friend. If you would prefer to tweet these, we have a list all ready for you here.Thanks to everyone who is pinning this for us! Want to pin some of the images on this page other than the default image? You can click on any article to get the specific image or you can use your Pinterest bookmarklet if you have it installed.

via How to Help a Friend Who Has an Invisible Illness – loads of ideas.

Oriental — Unmitigated evil is as rare As wings upon a cat, or flowers of air, As rabbits’ horns, or ropes of tortoise hair.

Originally posted on THE OLD PROVERBIAL RECOVERY:

Eastern Proverbs and Emblems Illustrating Old Truths

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the ordinary world being made up of such distractions as “cats, clouds, cars, tears, opinions

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In search of the indigenous little people of northern Australia | The Australian

THEY are everywhere in north Australia, and nowhere. They are real and unreal; mythical and historical. They are depicted in the rock art, they are in the stories, they are in the minds of men and women from Cape York and the Top End right across to Broome on the distant Indian Ocean’s shore — the Little People. They have a hundred local names — Rai, Janjarri, Mimih — yet the picture we have of them is strikingly consistent. We know they are slight, elusive, magical, mischievous. We are told that they are always nearby, listening, hovering, poised just beyond the edge of our field of ­vision: they are the necessary companion ­beings to complete and populate the vast, empty-seeming country of the remote north. Of course we hear about them most often in old, remembered song-cycles: they serve as the puzzling trickster-heroes of many a wildly ramifying Aboriginal narrative. But are those stories simply tales, ­legends — or do they point to a time now gone when there were diminutive people spread through the lush rainforests and up and down the coastlines of the north? Were the Little People real? Are they still?

via In search of the indigenous little people of northern Australia | The Australian.

Union Songs

Call them rebel songs, slave songs, songs of freedom, work songs, songs of dissent, songs of struggle, protest songs, liberation songs, labour songs, labor songs, workers songs, industrial folk songs, environmental songs, songs of equality, peace songs.For over two centuries working people across the world have built trade unions. This site documents the songs and poems that they made in the process, union songs. It includes songs and poems that are being written today, as the process of union building continues all around the world.Such songs are the work of famous poets as well as men and women whose names have been forgotten. They stretch back to ancient times and are being created today.”People all over the world, and particularly ordinary working people in factories, mines, fields, and offices, are rebelling every day in ways of their own invention … Their strivings, their struggles, their methods have few chroniclers.” (CLR James in Facing Reality)”Never doubt that a small group of thoughtful, committed citizens can change the world. Indeed, it is the only thing that ever has.” Margaret Mead

via Union Songs.

If God had meant for us to fly, he wouldn’t have given us the railways.

Originally posted on THE OLD PROVERBIAL RECOVERY:

http://www.legendsofamerica.com/rr-railroadquips.html

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Skimbleshanks: The Railway Cat

There’s a whisper down the line at 11:39
When the Night Mail’s ready to depart,
Saying ‘Skimble where is Skimble has he gone to hunt the thimble?
We must find him or the train can’t start.’
All the guards and all the porters and the stationmaster’s daughters
They are searching high and low,
Saying ‘Skimble where is Skimble for unless he’s very nimble
Then the Night Mail just can’t go.’
At 11:42 then the signal’s nearly due
And the passengers are frantic to a man –
Then Skimble will appear and he’ll saunter to the rear:
He’s been busy in the luggage van!
He gives one flash of his glass-green eyes
And the signal goes ‘All Clear!’
And we’re off at last for the northern part
Of the Northern Hemisphere!

You may say that by and large it is Skimble who’s in charge
Of the…

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That is to say, I pray for you. And there’s an intimacy in it. That’s the truth.”

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THE GEM 10 DEC 2014 :

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― Marilynne Robinson, Gilead

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The Turtles

A turtle family decided to go on a picnic. Turtles, being naturally slow about things, took seven years to prepare for their outing. Finally the turtle family left home looking for a suitable place. During the second year of their journey they found a place ideal for them at last! For about six months they cleaned the area, unpacked the picnic basket, and completed the arrangements. Then they discovered they had forgotten the salt. A picnic without salt would be a disaster, they all agreed. After a lengthy discussion, the youngest turtle was chosen to retrieve the salt from home. Although he was the fastest of the slow moving turtles, the little turtle whined, cried, and wobbled in his shell. He agreed to go on one condition: that no one would eat until he returned. The family consented and the little turtle left. Three…

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For serenity, always prefer the cottage to the palace!

Originally posted on THE OLD PROVERBIAL RECOVERY:

― Mehmet Murat ildan

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“It’s the great mystery of human life that old grief passes gradually into quiet tender joy. The mild serenity of age takes the place of the riotous blood of youth.”

― Fyodor Dostoevsky, The Brothers Karamazov

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End Child Detention

We’re Better Than ThisAustralian celebrities, sport stars and media personalities have joined forces for an online and television campaign calling the Australian Government to end the mandatory detention of children. The “We’re Better than This” Campaign invites the public to write on an electronic postcard that will be sent to their local MP or upload a video in support of the action. You can visit the campaign page at http://www.wbttaus.org and watch the video below.

via End Child Detention.

Easy in but not easily out, as the lobster said in the lobster pot! ― C.S. Lewis

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“I prefer sinners and madmen, who can learn, who can change, who can teach-or people like myself, if I may say so, who are not afraid to eat a lobster alone as they take on their shoulders the monumental weight of thirty years”

― James Baldwin, Just Above My Head

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I am not afraid of storms, for I am learning how to sail my ship.”

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― Louisa May Alcott, Little Women

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To desire nothing beyond what you have is surely happiness. Aboard a boat, it is frequently possible to achieve just that.
That is why sailing is a way of life, one of the finest of lives.

Carleton Mitchell

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Aboriginal Stories | Coffs Coast / Gumbaynggirr – The Legendary Pacific Coast

AcknowledgementsThis Project was made possible through the support and cultural authority of the Coffs Harbour Local Aboriginal Land Council. Saltwater Freshwater Arts Alliance would like to express our gratitude to Sue Hoskins for her time, commitment and for sharing the community cultural knowledge and stories with all of u

via Aboriginal Stories | Coffs Coast / Gumbaynggirr – The Legendary Pacific Coast.

Christmas is the season for kindling the fire of hospitality in the hall, the genial flame of charity in the heart. Washington Irving

Originally posted on THE OLD PROVERBIAL RECOVERY:

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A Politically Correct Christmas Poem

Twas the night before Christmas and Santa’s a wreck…
How to live in a world that’s politically correct?
His workers no longer would answer to “Elves”,
“Vertically Challenged” they were calling themselves.
And labor conditions at the North Pole,
were alleged by the union, to stifle the soul.

Four reindeer had vanished without much propriety,
released to the wilds, by the Humane Society.
And equal employment had made it quite clear,
that Santa had better not use just reindeer.
So Dancer and Donner, Comet and Cupid, 
were replaced with 4 pigs, and you know that looked stupid!

The runners had been removed from his beautiful sleigh, 
because the ruts were deemed dangerous by the EPA,
And millions of people were calling the Cops, 
when they heard sled noises upon their roof tops.
Second-hand smoke from his pipe, had his workers quite frightened, 
and his fur…

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“Christmas is a study in contrasts, of many dialectics which we embrace as individuals and as a society. It is happy and sad, ingenuous and cynical, spiritual and crass, selfish and altruistic, a celebration of God, a deification of Mammon.” Elizabeth C. Hirschman and Priscilla A. LaBarbera | THE OLD PROVERBIAL RECOVERY

CHRISTMAS IS A STUDY IN CONTRASTS, OF MANY DIALECTICS WHICH WE EMBRACE AS INDIVIDUALS AND AS A SOCIETY. IT IS HAPPY AND SAD, INGENUOUS AND CYNICAL, SPIRITUAL AND CRASS, SELFISH AND ALTRUISTIC, A CELEBRATION OF GOD, A DEIFICATION OF MAMMON.” ELIZABETH C. HIRSCHMAN AND PRISCILLA A. LABARBERA

via “Christmas is a study in contrasts, of many dialectics which we embrace as individuals and as a society. It is happy and sad, ingenuous and cynical, spiritual and crass, selfish and altruistic, a celebration of God, a deification of Mammon.” Elizabeth C. Hirschman and Priscilla A. LaBarbera | THE OLD PROVERBIAL RECOVERY.

The Syndicate Tramway | xdarkxlightx

I first heard of track that followed the route of an old Hoop Pine tramway from an old farmer while photographing the beautiful landscape of Gleniffer, west of Bellingen. It remained one of those things that the mind recollects but the body does nothing about for many months. Recently I made time to get out into the bush and take on the challenge of the Syndicate Track. A full days walk, the track begins at the end of Slingby’s Track 15kms north of Dorrigo and ends in Gleniffer, 10 west of Bellingen in the Bellinger Valley. The track traverses the country of the Dorrigo Plateau and the very steep descent into the Bellinger Valley, all the while taking in a wide range of environments, that are all part of the Dorrigo National Park and also part of the World Heritage listed Gondwana  Rainforests

via The Syndicate Tramway | xdarkxlightx.

Ghastly, grim, and ancient Raven, wandering from the Nightly shore, Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night’s Plutonian shore! Quoth the Raven “Nevermore!”

Originally posted on THE OLD PROVERBIAL RECOVERY:

Edgar Allen Poe.

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Ciakorire wacu mugunda

The food found Wacu in the field.

The proverb originates in the legend of Wacu, the most despised amongst the wives of a rich man who never gave her any presents.  One day, when a banquet was being held at home, she went to work in the field, since she knew there would be nothing for her at home.  In the middle of the banquet a raven swooped down in the courtyard where the meat was being roasted, snatched a big piece and brought it to Wacu.

The Kikuyu use the proverb to say that God takes care of His poor.

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The fishing was good; it was the catching that was bad.

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~A.K. Best

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“Once upon a time, a fisherman went out to sea. He caught many fish and threw them all into a large bucket on his boat. The fish were not yet dead, so the man decided to ease their suffering by killing them swiftly. While he worked, the cold air made his eyes water. One of the wounded fish saw this and said to the other: “What a kind heart this fisherman has- see how he cries for us.” The other fish replied: “Ignore his tears and watch what he is doing with his hands.”

― Randa Abdel-Fattah, Where the Streets Had a Name

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He gives me the hairy eyeball, and asks me to help him find his pancreas.”

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― A. Lee Martinez

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“…beyond observing that some law of logic should fix the number of coincidences, in a given domain, after which they cease to be coincidences, and form, instead, the living organism of a new truth (“Tell me,” says Osberg’s little glitana to the Moors, El Motela and Ramera, “what is the precise minimum of hairs on a body that allows one to call it ‘hairy’?”)”

― Vladimir Nabokov, Ada, or Ardor: A Family Chronicle

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Yon chestnuts half the latticed boat-house hide

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WILLIAM WORDSWORTH

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Beneath them I swam to the boathouse
With only my life in my arms
To wait for the lake to shine back
At the risen moon with such power
That my steps on the light of the ripples
Might be sustained.

(James Dickey

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For maybe twenty minutes we sat together, one on one, as if staring back or forward into prehistory. LES MURRAY

Originally posted on THE OLD PROVERBIAL RECOVERY:

http://www.poetryinternationalweb.net/pi/site/poem/item/20044

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“All of us have our wires crossed and crisscrossed so many times it’s impossible to untangle the mess. It really does seem like the entire human race might as well be conversing with hand gestures and grunts, for all the success we’re having.”

― Jody Gehrman, Babe in Boyland

HIGH-SPEED BIRD
At full tilt, air gleamed –
and a window-struck kingfisher,
snatched up, lay on my palm
still beating faintly.

Slowly, a tincture
of whatever consciousness is
infused its tremor, and
ram beak wide as scissors

all hurt loganberry inside,
it crept over my knuckle
and took my outstretched finger
in its wire foot-rings.

Cobalt wings, shutting on beige
body. Gold under-eye whiskers,
beak closing in recovery
it faced outward from me.

For maybe twenty minutes
we sat together, one on one,
as if staring back or
forward into prehistory.

© 2010, Les Murray
From: Taller When Prone
Publisher: Black Inc., Melbourne…

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“Love is when you meet someone who tells you something new about yourself.” ― André Breton, Mad Love

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“Each meeting occurs at the precise moment for which it was meant. Usually, when it will have the greatest impact on our lives.” 


― Nadia ScrievaFathoms of Forgiveness

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