and then I added some detail..
Sunday, 5 January 2014
Wednesday, 31 July 2013
Come away, O human child!
Come away, O human child!
To the waters and the wild
With a faery, hand in hand,
For the world's more full of weeping than you
can understand.
Tuesday, 23 July 2013
wise lobster
I wonder what it is you might think about our different worlds. He looked at me kinda sideways and said, "Human beings are the only creatures on Earth who claim a God, and the only living thing that behaves like it hasn't got one. Does the world belong to no one but you?" And when he said it, I was taken aback. Not because of who was doing the talking. Because I finally understood the connection between children scavenging for food, and shiny brass plates on the front doors of banks.
Tuesday, 16 July 2013
Tuesday, 9 July 2013
love letters
"Tell me everything; when you'll be out again, where you'll be at
Christmas and that you think of me and love me, I don't want you for a day (though
I'd sell my toes to see you now my dear, only for a minute, to kiss you
once and make a funny face at you): a day is the length of a gnat's
life: I want you for the lifetime of a big, mad animal, like an
elephant."
"I lost you in the morning. I don't want to write words, words, words to you; I must see you and hear you; it's hell writing to you now . . . you are really my flesh and blood Caitlin whom I love more than anyone has loved anyone else. It's nonsense me living without you, you without me: the world is very unbalanced unless in the very centre of it we stand together all the time in a hairy, golden, more-or-less unintelligible haze of daftness."
"I lost you in the morning. I don't want to write words, words, words to you; I must see you and hear you; it's hell writing to you now . . . you are really my flesh and blood Caitlin whom I love more than anyone has loved anyone else. It's nonsense me living without you, you without me: the world is very unbalanced unless in the very centre of it we stand together all the time in a hairy, golden, more-or-less unintelligible haze of daftness."
Monday, 8 July 2013
Friday, 21 June 2013
straya
"It struck me in a moment's idle thinking that this forest was quite an apt metaphor for Australia. It was to the arboreal world what Charles Kingsford Smith was to aviation or the Aborigines were to prehistory - unaccountably overlooked.
It seemed amazing to me, in any case, that there could exist in this one confined area some of the rarest and mightiest broad-leafed trees on earth, forming a forest of consummate and singular beauty, and hardly anyone outside Australia has even heard of them. But that is the thing about Australia, of course - that it is packed with unappreciated wonders."
Bill Bryson, In a Sunburned Country
Yakka Mardie
My two months at Yakka Mardie Feed Lot, Bruce Rock, WA, may aswell have been a lifetime. I learned/experienced/explored so much! Myself, the world, the bush, farming, history, Australia...
If you get an opportunity to experience real life in the outback, do it! Before you get caught up in life's fast lane. Learn and grow.. Live and love..
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