Archive for the 'Inspirational' Category

A Dedication

April 25, 2010

Yes, we wish you were here.

So, so you think you can tell
Heaven from Hell,
Blue skys from pain.
Can you tell a green field
From a cold steel rail?
A smile from a veil?
Do you think you can tell?

And did they get you to trade
Your heros for ghosts?
Hot ashes for trees?
Hot air for a cool breeze?
Cold comfort for change?
And did you exchange
A walk on part in the war
For a lead role in a cage?
How I wish, how I wish you were here.
We’re just two lost souls
Swimming in a fish bowl,
Year after year,
Running over the same old ground.
What have we found?
The same old fears.
Wish you were here.

Memories of Mount Waverley..

April 25, 2010

Some feelings sink so deep into the heart that only loneliness can help you find them again. Some truths are so painful only shame can help you live with them. Some things are so sad, that only your soul can do the crying for them.

David G Roberts.

(Remember though – if fate doesn’t make you laugh, then you just don’t get the joke!)

A letter from Abraham Lincoln to the head master his son’s school…

April 25, 2010

The beauty of expression. The gravity of the essence.
Another one of mom’s greatest introductions to my life.

Abraham Lincoln, the 16th president of the united states of America (1861 – 1865) is one of the world’s great statesmen for all time. Here is a letter written by Abraham Lincoln to the head master of his school in which his son was studying, a letter so typical of the man who bore malice towards none and had charity for all.

“He will have to learn, I know, that all men are not just, all men are not true. But teach him also that for every scoundrel there is a hero: that for every selfish politician, there is a dedicated leader.
Teach him that for every enemy there is a friend. It will take time, I know a long time, but teach, if you can, that a dollar earned is of more value then five of found.

Teach him, to learn to lose, and also to enjoy winning. Steer him away from envy, if you can, teach in the secret of quiet laughter.

Teach him, if you can the wonder of books, but also given quiet time wonder the eternal mystery of birds in the sky, bees in the sun, and flowers on the green hillside.

In a school teach him, it is far more honorable to fail than to cheat. Teach him to have faith in his own idea, even if anyone else tell him they are wrong.

Teach him to be gentle with gentle people and tough with tough. Teach him to listen to all men, but teach him also to filter all he hears on a screen of truth, and take only the good one that comes through. Teach him, if you can, how to laugh when he is sad. Teach him there is no shame in tears.

Teach them to sell his brawn and brain to the highest bidder but never to put a prize tag on his heart and soul.

Teach him gently, but do not cuddle him, because only the test of fire makes the fine steel. Teach him always to have sublime faith in himself because then he will always have some sublime faith in mankind.

This is a big order, but see what can you do.
He is such a fine little fellow, my son!”