“When the heart is cut or cracked or broken Do not clutch it Let the wound lie open Let the wind from the good old sea blow in to bathe the wound with salt and let it sting. Let a stray dog lick it Let a bird fly in the hole and sing a simple song like a tiny bell and let it ring.” HeartLyingSongSimpleGriefCuttingSeaDogWindBrokenBirdBlowWoundsTinyRingsHolesBellsSaltCrackedClutchStray Dogs Author:Michael Leunig
“Sometimes I wonder if the semi-conscious agenda of the media is to get between people and their souls. It is the the soul with its myriad tiny nerve endings that notices the neglected pathos, poignancy and practicality that lies at the heart of life. It's as if the media are somehow irritated and envious that anonymous people should have the quiet brilliance of their rich and sustainable inner lives.” PeopleIfsShouldHeartSoulSometimesLyingWonderRichMediaQuietConsciousShould HaveTinyAgendasNervesNeglectedBrillianceInner LifeEnviousIrritatedPracticalityPathosSometimes I WonderPoignancy Author:Michael Leunig
“God bless this tiny little boat, And me who travels in it. It stays afloat for years and years, And sinks within a minute. And so the soul in which we sail, Unknown by years of thinking, Is deeply felt and understood, The minute that it’s sinking.” ThinkingYearsLittlesSoulFeltMinutesUnderstoodTinyBoatBlessSailGod BlessSinking Book:When I Talk to You: A Cartoonist Talks to God Source: When I Talk to You: A Cartoonist Talks to God
