Carry the sun inside you and reach out for the dreams that guide you. You have everything you need to take you where you want to go then.

Ridin’, ridin’,
‘Neath the Southern sky;
Ridin’, ridin’,
Happy on the trail am I.

One may not reach the dawn save by the path of the night.

Keep your eyes wide open in the darkest of times. Only then you can rely on shooting stars.

A few tin strips of fleecy cloud lies long
And motionless above the eastern steeps,
Like shreds of silver lace: till suddenly,
Out from the flushing centre to the ends
On either hand, their lustrous layers become
Dipt in all crimson streaked with pink and gold;
And then, at last, are edged as with a band
Of crystal fire.

Sun arise, she bring in the morning.
Sun arise, bring the morning, fluttering her skirts all around.
Sun arise, she come with the dawning.
Sun arise, coming with the dawning, spreading all the light all around.

I love the fact I’m working with my hands and producing something, but you’ve got to be mentally fit to survive it… Rural Victoria is slowly dying, communities are getting smaller, support is getting less. But every day the sun comes up. You just get back into it and do it.

The sun was a warrior whom I gladly contested and whom I overthrew. Dazzling and magnificent was the sun’s army on my back and joyous were the blades of sweat that came from my pores and vanquished him.

The sun is higher now, highlighting the grass and the bushes while I write. It is so beautiful. It lifts my spirits bringing light to the darkest areas.

It’s another beautiful spring day in Paradise. Birds are twittering. Soft pink streaks across the sky warming me, warming the day, and making me feel heartened. I love the sunlight. How could I live without the sun? It makes me feel warm inside and out.