HOW TO GET THROUGH IT...
SEVEN TYPES of ORdinary HAPPINESS
My device is the sky...
This one always makes me feel wistful. I love learning, but have always held with this sweet poem that Leunig feels discovery & wandering can be their own reward; not necessarily knowledge itself. Definitely makes me think & ponder possibilities :)
Happiness is just a little thing. Humans mostly are too large for it. If you cannot feel the joy of spring; shrink yourself and maybe then you'll fit.
I've been such a terrible mother...
from Michael Leunig.
What is this life?
"Humanity the narcissist..." such a great start to this Leunig poem :)