BILL DAW Snr – Eulogy
28-01-1935 to 06-02-2015 (80 years)
Written by William (Bill) Daw Jnr 18/02/15
Bill Daw Snr was born at Mt Barker in 1935. His Father owned and operated a Blacksmith and Bakery in the town. He is the second oldest of five children, Peter, Bill, Diane, Patricia and Reggie.
Bill’s grandparents William & Darcy Donoghue lived nearby and ran a farm, 30 acres of wheat and cattle. They also had citrus trees and almonds which were sent to the local markets, Mt Lofty ranges or Adelaide for sale. Bill was always getting into trouble at home so tended to navigate towards his grandmother who was a woman of short stature, but very motivated and strong willed. She took Bill under her wing, pulled him into line and Bill spent some of his happier early childhood years in her care. Bill’s grandfather was also a good man, however, he didn’t see much of him as he was often away working with the mounted army recruits who were preparing for the 2nd world war (light horsemen.) Bill’s grandfather was involved in the 1st and 2nd world wars and was drunk for most of the interim periods. He was 6ft 6” tall and made Bill’s grandmother look very short and insignificant standing only 5ft tall. During Bill’s time with his grandmother, he was encouraged to go to church regularly. She was a good God fairing person who always cared enormously for others. Bill’s greeting to Grandmother Darcy when returning from school each day was “what’s cooking, good looking” and she always had a freshly baked Cornish pasty ready for him each day. (Now I know why my father liked Pasties every day for lunch)
In 1938 and at the age of 3, Bills family travelled by Ship the SS Marella which travelled along the East coast from Melbourne arriving in Darwin. His father George Daw was seconded to Darwin as a carpenter to work on the army aerodrome and was also responsible for building the administration block at the Bagot reserve where they all resided in a tin humpy. This accommodation was reasonably salubrious compared to the neighbours who lived in very basic man made structures. When life became dangerous in Darwin 1941 due to the Japanese bombings, Bill’s Father suggested they return home to Mt Barker. Bill’s Father remained in Darwin to finish the work he had started on the aerodrome.
Bill’s Grandparents sold their farm and shortly afterwards, his Mother and Father sold the Blacksmith and Bakery business. Bill’s Father was a hard working man who was also a carpenter and general handy man, however, he died in his 30’s in 1945 on the day that peace was declared. Bill was only 10 years old so his recollection of his father was minimal. Bill’s Mother Molly married again just two years after his death and he was already beginning to get itchy feet and did not feel there was a place for him at home anymore.
Bill became interested in horses and befriended a man by the name of Tom Sullivan who had 5 race horses in a paddock adjacent to where he lived. He used to spend as much time as he could at Tom’s place and would ride the Dolly horse on the race course during training. Bill had dreams of being a race horse rider as he was reasonably light weight at the age of 11. Tom knew Bill was a hard worker and wanted to get away. He had told Bill he was planning to drive cattle from South Australia, Queensland and to the Northern Territory and asked Bill if he would be interested in joining him. During the school holidays and when Bill was 12, He went to Mildura to pick grapes. Tom came and asked Bill if he was still interested in droving, so Bill collected the small amount of clothing and possessions he had and took off droving.
Tom bought Bill his first set of RM Williams boots and hat, which was his first instalment of pay. Tom would pick up 6 or 7 men to assist and they would move around 1000 head of cattle, 10 packhorses and 40 horses. Bill’s first trip with Tom Sullivan was from Maree to Birdsville and they would travel on average 8-10 miles per day. With a military style saddle with no knee pads and uncomfortable wooden panels, the backside became extremely resilient.
After many droving trips with Tom Sullivan, Bill at the age of 14 was left destitute at Camooweal in QLD on the NT Border with all Tom’s horses and in charge of 6 men waiting for Tom to get off his drunken bender. Whilst in Camooweal Bill met his mentor and father figure Fred Marton or as Dad would say to me Fredrick Mailtland Marton.
Fred Marton is the Grandfather of Graham Campbell who is Dad’s good friend and they call each other Brother and continue to do so to this day.
Fred offered Bill sanctuary and hope and asked him to come and work at Florina Station on the Daly River near Katherine. That was a defining point in Bill’s life as Fred taught my father bush skills, survival, cattle sense and the ability to ride any horse that came into the yard.
After many years at Florina Station my father became friends with many Indigenous people of the region caring for them and learning their culture. Bill was considered an expert hunter and spearman and knew all the ancient stories of this area passed down orally through his indigenous friends and adopted family here in the Katherine region. I personally spent many hours listening to my father recite ancient indigenous law including the traditional lines of marriage through skin groups. My Father would tell me amazing stories of Indigenous Lawmen or Jungai meting out traditional law to those that broke it. My Father was given the skin name Jumpinjina which means Brother and was well respected amongst the Traditional people of this land.
In those days my father fell afoul of the law because of the view of some people about living & mixing with his indigenous people. One Law Officer on the 7th December 1950 wrote to Bill’s Mother strongly suggesting that she write to her son and persuade him to seek other employment. I have the Letter from Sergeant Riley if anyone would like to read it.
After several years on Florina in 1958 Bill met his wife Linda Woods who was 14 on the banks of the Edith River at Edithvale station where she lived with her parents & 11 siblings (7 boys and 5 girls)
On the 23 of July 1962 Bill and Linda were married at the Old Church of England here in Katherine. Bill and Linda’s First child Warren was born in 1963 and due to Fred Marton selling Florina Station Bill was asked to run the Stock camp at Pigeon Hole Outstation on VRD.
Whilst at Pigeon Hole Bill was respected for his ability to work with Indigenous Men and was able to produce deadlines ensuring that Hookers preferred meatworks were well supplied. Bill was one of the first Cattlemen in the Top End to use Helicopters to muster cattle which became an industry Norm that is used today as a preferred method of mustering in the Cattle industry. During Bill and Linda’s time at Pigeon Hole they had three more Children, Maree in 1964, William Jnr in 1966 and Anne born at VRD Old Hospital in 1967. The first Non Indigenous Baby born on VRD Station.
After Pigeon Hole Bill went to VRD as the Overseer and it wasn’t long before Hooker Pastoral Company Bosses decided to give him the Job of managing Carlton Hill Station in the Kimberley North of Kununurra in 1970. Bill was accompanied by his friend Teddy Cooper who was Bills Head stockman at Carlton Hill. Bill made many good friends in the Kimberley Region and was well respected for his fairness, kindness and gentle ways.
In 1972 Bill was asked again to move by Hookers Pastoral Company to manage Rosewood Station which was the Jewel in the Crown of Hookers Pastoral Company. Whist at Rosewood the Indigenous stockman and their Families from Carlton Hill moved to Rosewood as they considered Bill to be a good boss and they wanted to continue their employment with him. Whilst at Rosewood Dad always talked about a man who he considered to be his right hand man called Charlie Buckley who Quotes that “Bill was a kind, gentle and fair man that taught me a lot” Charlie was a major influence in my life as a young person wanting to follow in my father’s footsteps and I would spend every weekend and school holidays in the stockcamp.
In 1980 Florina station came up for sale so Bill and Linda with all their savings went to the Bank to secure a loan and purchased Bill’s much loved Florina which he always called home. At the Auction for Florina, Bill’s good friend Noel Buntine went around telling all other buyers that if they bid against Bill Daw then he would ensure that he drove the price up so that they would not be able to afford it. After Securing Florina Bill and Linda with Kids in tow decided to make a go of it. With Family, Bill was able to catch Wild Bulls for the American Hamburger Market and in the first 2 years Bill with his Sons Warren & William and Brother In-law Errol caught 2000 wild Bulls to sell at the then very active Katherine Meatworks. In late 1982 Bill was offered a price for Florina Stn that he couldn’t refuse but to this day regrets selling his much loved Florina Station. Financially it was the greatest decision as this allowed Bill and Linda to travel around Australia in their caravan and later purchase their house in Katherine.
After travelling for 6 months Bill and Linda became restless and was offered a Job at Ali-Curung South of Tennant Creek in 1983, working with indigenous people as the community manager to help them create employment through enterprises such as Construction, Market Gardens and a local shop. After a year at Ali-Curung Bill and Linda moved back to Katherine where they purchased their house on Campbell Terrace caretaking Florina Station for extended periods whilst the owner was away on Business or holidays.
In 1986 Bill and Linda went to Wadeye (Port Keats) as the Community Manager and enjoyed many friendships whilst they were there.
1988 Bill and Linda were asked to go to Warburton Community in the desert between Uluru and Kalgoorlie where they set up a Road House, Motel and Shop for the Community. Whilst at Warburton Bills Eldest Daughter Maree and Husband Mal were employed to help them with the setup and running of a multi-million dollar business. Maree reflects on this time as a special time that she was able to share with her father. Bill & Linda stayed at Warburton until 1996 until once again Dad felt the need to come home to Katherine to be close to his beloved Town, Florina stn and the rivers he rode with his mates, chasing wild cattle whilst living off the land.
Once settled back at Home, Bill and Linda decided to take the Job at Binjari Community 15kms West of Katherine, setting up a very successful shop for the community from 1998 to 2004. Bill and Linda made many good friends at Binjari who respected him for his compassion and knowledge and they are all with us here today to celebrate his Life.
After Binjari it was time for Bill to retire and reflect on his life contributing his love and knowledge to his Grandchildren whom he loved very much.
Bill is survived by his Wife Linda, his four children, 13 Grandchildren, 6 adopted Grandchildren and two Great Grandchildren.
William Robert Daw Snr (Bill) is known far and wide and was respected by everyone from all walks of life.
Bill Snr or Dad was not only my Father and Mentor but my best friend and good mate, I will miss him and until we meet again with our maker in the Stockcamp above, we love you Dad/Pop,
Bill Daw – From Dave Watts
We were mates for 56 years, we first met in 1959 and went mustering cattle on stations in the Katherine area to send to Hong Kong and to kill at a little slaughter yard just a few kilometres south of Katherine. There is an old saying “He was a man to ride the River with” and that’s what we did we rode the Katherine River, the Daly River, the Flora River and all little river’s in between, and he surely was ”A man to ride the River with”.
Bill was the best Bull thrower I have ever seen and I would have backed him against anyone of the time. We let the coachers into a mob of scrub bulls once and ended up with a big bust up, Bill yelled “back me up” and off he went after the bulls, with us tying those up, he pulled down four bulls in a mile and a half and they were all big mature Scrub bulls.
Bill always wanted to throw a Buffalo and I told him I didn’t think that was a good idea, one day we came out on to a clearing and there was a buffalo he was away like a shot and I had no choice but to back him up, when the Buffalo tired he stepped off his horse and grabbed him by the tail, the buffalo bent his horn back under his tail and flicked Bill off and then turned on him, Bill ran for his life, I was about to shoot the buffalo when Bill fell down a washerway and the Buffalo jumped over him and kept going, I said to him don’t try that again and he just grunted and I thought, he still wants to try again, thankfully we never found another one out in the open ground.
For some of the things we did we fell afoul of the constabulary and were lucky to stay out of jail so we decided nicking other peoples stock wasn’t paying off and went to work on “Victoria River Downs” I once asked our old boss George Lewis why he gave us a job after we got caught pinching fencing materials, that belonged to VRD, from the Katherine Railway Station, he replied “If you are working for me I know where you are”
Bill managed “Pigeon Hole” on VRD and then moved to “Carlton Hills” and finally “Rosewood Station” he was the best Station Manager employed on L J Hookers northern cattle properties and I would say the best in the business. Bill’s success as a cattleman was in part due to the fact that he treated Aboriginals working for him with a great deal of kindness and respect and in turn they liked him and gave him absolute loyalty. May you rest in peace old cobber see you soon..
Bill Daw – From Graham Campbell
Having known Bill since I was a little boy on Florina Stn. I grew up with the greatest respect for this big man who was a champion Bull thrower and rider and also a good man when running wild cattle through scrub and limestone having been taught by the best, Harry Ryan and my grandfather, Fred Marton. Bill was also a great tracker when it came to tracking wild cattle or horses, he was taught by an old indigenous man with the name of Mudpin Joe.
Bill’s good nature earnt him the respect of both white and Aboriginal people, some still wild in those early days. That is why they gave him the skin name of Jumpinjina, which is also my skin thus making us brothers.
He could work like hell. We built yards and fences with no motor car or truck, just an old mule that was our Bronco Horse that we would use to drag the big iron wood posts and rails. Our only tools being a cross cut saw, crowbar, shovel and an axe. He never complained and he certainly used to wear me out.
My grandfather Fred Marton used to be away most of the time droving leaving Bill in charge of Florina Stn until he eventually made Bill a partner in Florina Stn. Their company brand was TTZ, before this it was TZT. There were very few cattle on Florina Stn at the time. So Grandpa Fred decided to extend the boundaries. These boundaries went as far as Dorrisvale, Wombunji, Willeroo, Coolibah and Delamare. This helped to keep the station going until we got caught on the Delamare-Coolibah boundaries. Bill at the time was minding Florina Stn.
There were times where we had to go native and live off the land and Bill would grab his spear or fish spear and we would walk the river and spear the fish off of a leaning tree or off the bank. I never saw him miss and he could make and play a didgeridoo, almost making it talk, long before they became so popular.
In those days the Florina road never existed we used our packhorses on cattle tracks into town where we would sell our cattle, either to Cowboy Collins or truck them to Darwin, the trucking yard behind where Mimi is on Pearce Street. The old road used to follow the Edith River through onto Morrisons old farm were the Woods family were living and that’s were Bill met and married the love of his life Linda who stuck by him to the very end.
The 99 year lease on Florina was almost finished so Florina was sold so I went ringing in the Top End and Bill went to VRD where I heard he was the best Headstockman in the Country.
Well Old Brother Jumbajinna Munduck till we meet again – Graham Campbell
A first time trip to the Philippines was a journey of a life time starting in a Northern Coastal town called Olongopo near Subic bay and a road trip that took 31 hours of crazy traffic, Mountainous roads, volcanoes and a two hour treacherous Ferry crossing in the San Bernardino Strait from Matnog to the Port of Allen on Sumar Island.
As I stood at the back of the ferry in the centre to avoid the crazy rolling in 3 metre swells on the night seas I noticed about 300 people Praying and saying their Hail Mary’s whilst kissing their Jesus face emulates around their neck, that I realised where I was and the potential dangerous situation I was in.
I knew that the trip would be an adventure but after seeing many accidents, a dead person and our vehicle collecting a roadwork’s sign that appeared out of nowhere and ending up in a ditch, we arrived at Lawaan (at 3am) in Sumar (near Tackloban) where Typhoon Yolanda (Haiyan) destroyed many homes, villages, towns and infrastructure. At one point after I had to drive to relieve the driver for a couple of hours so that he could get some sleep as I was starting to think that we would never make it and would end up like the unfortunate person killed in a traffic accident along the way.
After arriving in what appeared to be a war zone at 3am I felt relieved but with a sense of dread at what the daylight would bring. With Apocalyptic thoughts racing through my head I barely slept even though I had only 4 hours sleep in the past 48 hours.
My first sense was of despair at the sheer destruction of what Typhoon Yolanda had cast upon the district, and then as I went about meeting people and asking them how I could help I felt a sense of community determination, a sense of pride and a strength to overcome the destruction of that severe storm.
Lawaan in Eastern Samar is about the size of Katherine and is a fishing and farming community reliant on Carabao (Buffalo), rice, vegetables, chickens, pigs, fish, coconuts and bananas, which are now all in short supply and great demand as Lawaan people try to reinstate their lives, farms and homes whilst still grieving and searching for lost family and friends.
With only some tarps, tents, a bag of rice, a bottle of cooking oil and a bottle of soy sauce from foreign aid they managed to smile and make me feel welcome and a part of their village.
“The official death toll from super typhoon “Yolanda” (international name Haiyan) is now at 6,201, the National Disaster Risk Reduction and Management Council (NDRRMC) said.
In Tacloban, 2,542 bodies remain unidentified. The NDRRMC said 1,785 people remain missing while 28,626 others were injured when Yolanda struck the country last November 8, 2013. At least 16,078,181 individuals were affected by the typhoon, with 4,095,280 people displaced. ” – ABS CBN News
With help from the Community I would like to do fundraising to help re-establish the farms, fish markets, piggeries, vegetable gardens and rice fields in Lawaan so that the people can rebuild their lives and in time regain what is now lost but with our help regain.
Please contact Bill Daw – Email: William.email@example.com if you would like to help fund raise and or come with me to their village to offer assistance direct to the people of Lawaan.
This date! This moment in time, is sacrilege and could never be a crime,
A moment to reflect, was it yours or mine?
A Friend is born and a dear heart is needed,
A dear-heart from the Hanging gardens or was it Eden?
In our hanging garden, many blossoms were there to see,
And in the centre of them all, was our love’s enchanted tree!
The blossoms were our gifts of love through the millennia or years,
they helped us through our trials, had us triumph over our tears.
The wonders of that tree, with roots reaching deep within,
Is the Source that gave us love, and lustful, daring, beautiful sin. 😉
The branches were wide and outstretched, encouraging life’s gift of you and me,
Were we able to comfort our weary souls from that bond?
It came with a price but set us free!
So as dear hearts we can go to our enchanted garden,
the next phase of our journey, A blessed pardon?
and there we are sure to find, A breath of life’s purest air,
As dear-hearts who share the same mind,
Let us walk the path entwined, as dear-hearts with love and a universal bind,
No more hurt or no more pain, just dear-hearts who want to be friends again?
Copyright William Daw 2013
Enquiries – Email: firstname.lastname@example.org – Phone: +61407079984
Karlu Karlu / Devils Marbles Conservation Reserve
The Devils Marbles are known as Karlu Karlu in all four local Aboriginal languages. This remarkable site is a sacred place to Aboriginal traditional owners.
An enigmatic place of breathtaking scenic beauty, the precarious piles of huge granite boulders wide open skies and golden sunlight make Karlu Karlu an unforgettable place to visit.
Traditional Owners maintain their responsibilities for the site, an unbroken tradition that has continued since creation time. In a historic ceremony held here on the 27th October 2008 ownership of the Devils Marbles Conservation Reserve was officially given back to the site’s Traditional Owners. The Reserve will now be leased back the Territory Government under a 99 year lease agreement. Public access to the Marbles will continue to be provided as before. A new and exciting era of Joint Management of this Reserve has begun with Traditional Owners and Park Rangers now working together in partnership to manage the Reserve for the future.
My journey now takes me to the point of everything, my Mojo, my soul, my love.. my Pain..!
Sometimes I wish I were a little kid again, skinned knees are easier to fix than broken hearts. ~ Author Unknown
It feels painful looking back wondering how I got to this point! My Soul constantly searching for answers, asking? Wondering what went wrong! Was it me? Is it just the way life is? I feel like I cant feel anything!
If For one moment you could feel me, I would cry in pain..! For it feels a burden! Even for me!
Saturday the 8th June 2013 the best day of my life or so it was supposed to be.. Not in this lifetime, not even for me! You came you conquered and left me laying in pain..! A journey of a thousand miles turned into a lifetime of pain!
I see, I feel, I try to look the other way! My heart Breaks in a very strange way! Pain so unbearable, it can never be seen, felt only by the tear left in my soul.. I always felt that if you give love you would receive that love in return, if not threefold at least the same? My Hand, My heart and my Love was given to thee! Not asking or insisting on anything for me..!
If For one moment I could ease this pain, my journey could begin again!
“Have you ever been in love? Horrible isn’t it? It makes you so vulnerable. It opens your chest and it opens up your heart and it means that someone can get inside you and mess you up. You build up all these defenses, you build up a whole suit of armor, so that nothing can hurt you, then one stupid person, no different from any other stupid person, wanders into your stupid life…. You give them a piece of you. They didn’t ask for it. They did something dumb one day, like kiss you or smile at you, and then your life isn’t your own anymore. Love takes hostages. It gets inside you. It eats you out and leaves you crying in the darkness, so simple a phrase like ‘maybe we should be just friends’ turns into a glass splinter working its way into your heart. It hurts. Not just in the imagination. Not just in the mind. It’s a soul-hurt, a real gets-inside-you-and-rips-you-apart pain. I hate love.” ~Neil Gaiman, The Sandman, Vol. 9: The Kindly Ones
I need to find my Rock again! I searched and found the Physical rock as can be seen by the Picture I have taken! Now I need my spiritual rock to find me..!
Love and light to all ♥
“You’re not yet 2 years old, brushing your teeth, standing on your steppy stool by the bathroom sink, when suddenly it dawns on you: That foam-flecked face beaming back from the mirror is you”
“You. Yourself. Your very own self”
“It’s a revelation—and an affliction. Human infants have no capacity for self-awareness. Then, between 18 and 24 months of age, they become conscious of their own thoughts, feelings, and sensations—thereby embarking on a quest that will consume much of their lives. For many modern selves, the first shock of self-recognition marks the beginning of a lifelong search for the one “true” self and for a feeling of behaving in accordance with that self that can be called authenticity”
Dare to Be Yourself – Being true to oneself is not for the faint of heart – By Karen Wright, published on May 01, 2008
There will never be anyone else like you in the the universe. There has never been anyone exactly like you since human life began in this universe. To be yourself is more important than anything else; certainly more than the fear that traps people into conformity..! A fear of being different!
Oscar Wilde once said with his usual wit: “Be yourself; everyone else is already taken”
As an eccentric Aquarian I understand the the need to be an individual; the need to be true to me, myself and I..! Sometimes that rock gets moved and it moved because you allow it to be moved.
I walk my journey in a manner somewhat similar to everyone else but with the one difference; I am me!
I was told today by a Politician that I could no longer have the privilege of having unfettered access to him as a minister because I was me! Me in the sense that if you make decisions about my future and my children’s future by allowing actions to affect the rivers & environment I live in then I have to be me! I offer Politicians a bargain; if they will stop telling lies about polluting our Rivers, I will stop telling the truth about them.
Knowing this about me; enables me to be me..! You should try it! Try Being You!!!
We have all been taught that conformity is essential and that we need to live in fear of everything from playing in the dirt to climbing trees! This is not True..! Try it, feel it, taste it; you will be surprised at the heady exchange of self worth when you do..!
I Leave you with this final Quote from one of our most wisest of men:
“A human being is part of the whole, called by us “Universe,” a part limited in time and space. He experiences himself, his thoughts and feelings as something separated from the rest – a kind of optical delusion of his consciousness. This delusion is a kind of prison for us, restricting us to our personal desires and to affection for a few persons nearest to us. Our task must be to free ourselves from this prison by widening our circle of compassion to embrace all living creatures and the whole [of] nature in its beauty” ~ Albert Einstein, 1950
My Dear Friends I asked for strength…And the Universe gave me difficulties to make me stronger. I asked for wisdom…And the Universe gave me problems to solve. I asked for prosperity…And the Universe gave me a brain and energy to work. I asked for courage…And the universe gave me danger to overcome. I asked for love…And the universe gave me troubled people to help. I asked for favors…And the Universe gave me opportunities. I received nothing I wanted, but I received everything I needed.
For many a year the processes of my life continued in the belief that all was well in the Brotherhood, my Brotherhood, your Brotherhood all Brotherhoods…! But Alas Oh Brother Where art thou?
You can read a dozen books, talk to a hundred people, but until you put into your life what you have learnt, it is useless to you. Also, the wise person will use their common sense regarding whatever they learn. For Knowledge is power, but without wisdom, you will not have control over that power. This is what I have learnt!
I believe in the brotherhood of men, but I don’t believe in wasting brotherhood on anyone who doesn’t want to practice it with me. Brotherhood is a two-way street, so it would seem walking away is the wise option.
Let your mind start a journey through a strange new world. Leave all thoughts of the world you knew before. Let your soul take you where you long to be…Close your eyes let your spirit start to soar, and you’ll live as you’ve never lived before.” Erich Fromm
My Dream said: Listen to the words of the Universe, the Great Father, who of old was called God, Osiris, Adonis, Zeus, Thor, Pan, Cernunnos, Herne, Lugh and by many other names..!
I am the Dingo in the Bush
I am the Coast which receives the waves
I am the sun which warms the Earth
I am the Lord of the Spiral Dance of Life, Death and Rebirth, the gentle reaper, the Dry Season Wind and the Wet Season Rain
Then it came to me:
I am the river of plenty, from the land of old
Thrice trusted to the mortals yet my law cannot be sold.
A lesson will be learnt, the ancient law will unfold
Gather your thoughts for the time has come, Wisdom is there, but needs to be told
“A wise one walks the path not paved with gold”
“All things are of me, for I am of the Goddess, opposite, yet not opposing. I bring love and strength, peace and passion, hope and joy, for I am the gentle lover in the night”
“My Law is about Harmony with all living things. For I am the Guardian of the gate between Life and Death. I am King of the Underworld, where no living being may venture, but I am also the King of Rebirth: through me all things must die and with me are reborn”
“Hear the words of the dancing God” They said in my dreams “He is the son, brother, lover and consort of the Lady, the music of whose laughter stirs the winds, whose voice calls the seasons”
“Let there be desire and joy, fury and frailty, harmony and peace, awe and longing within you. For these too are part of the mysteries found within yourself, within me – all that I am comes from the Great Mother, the Divine Goddess, who is Mother of us all“