Monthly Archives: December 2017


via Daily Prompt: Finally


The trail for the day was 20kms. The day was warm for walking, but not too hot. However it was a long morning getting to this spot for our late break. It seemed like it was never going to happen. But we finally made it and collapsed happily on our log chair that nature had readily provided. A bit like getting through a year really. And today was unusual in that it was the most relaxing day we’ve had for weeks, a real break in a long run, and it has been a long trail without many log chairs to sit on. And now there’s the next section, there’s more ahead to entice and look forward to, and I wonder what’s up around the next bend. Hope that’s true for you too.

Finally it is 2018, Happy New Year fellow bloggers.




Filed under bush walking, life, nature

Almost Auld Lang Syne

via Daily Prompt: Almost

Well it’s almost 2018. Days and years roll into one another too quickly for my liking. But every so often a year comes along that is not like other years, and 2017 has been a difficult year in many ways. There are the dearly departed who I miss, the friends who have parted company, the institution I am engaged with which has overly corporatised itself, the strain of the economy, and so on. But the strain for loved ones who have battled in body, mind and spirit in 2017 has been great and has left an indelible mark on me, on family and on friends. The old Persian adage: “This too shall pass”, is pertinent.

Of course, there has been an equally positive side to the year, with much achieved, loved, enjoyed, celebrated and realised, but it has been difficult, and more so than recent years. I don’t hate 2017, I won’t be glad to see it go because time itself has not made the difficulties, indeed, time is a mere construct.

I prefer to think in seasons, as many ancient cultures have done.

But there is something about marking out a new year as a new personal beginning, a new opportunity, a chance to alter the mindset, set new paths and goals, and release the negatives of recent time. So in that sense, it is almost time for me to set my inner compass and see what holds need to be loosed.

Walt Whitman puts it so well in ‘Song of the Open Road’

From this hour, freedom!From this hour I ordain myself loos’d of the limits and imaginary lines,
going where I list, my own master, total and absolute,
Listening to others, and considering well what they say,
Pausing, searching, receiving, contemplating,
Gently, but with undeniable will, divesting myself of the holds that would hold me.

It’s almost 2018, I hope yours will be blessed and your holds released as you need them to be.




Filed under Alt-Religion, community, life, poetry


via Daily Prompt: Extravagant


There’s nothing extravagant in old Gwalia. Mining towns that date back to the early twentieth century were rugged, minimalist, isolated communities. Niceties were simple, like hesian walls and ceilings, an outdoor bathroom, toilet and laundry. There was minimal heating, and no cooling at all, other than an open window. No running water. And to have a garden meant working the soil for years to be able to even penetrate it, let alone grow anything in it, it’s like concrete. Power came later, but if you could afford it, a generator was a good option. A telephone would have been a luxury. Farmers of the era also lived this way, it’s what you put up with in order to pursue your vocation in isolated places.

And yet, these communities survived for decades, simply because to live here was a lifestyle choice, people wanted to live out here. Of course, the motives were numerous, and who knows motive (unless self-declared)? Today there are a few who are moving back to these towns, towns like Gwalia, Leonora, Menzies, goldrush towns that emptied as soon as the seam ran out. Retirees, FIFO workers, long distance commuters, those who work from home, all enjoying a bush life.

There’s nothing extravagant out here, but there’s an abundance of community, a generosity of spirit, and peace that runs deep like a river within, that’s truly extravagant, and positively so.



Filed under bush walking, community, Country, history, life, nature

Cosy Corner

via Daily Prompt: Cozy

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Looking down the beach just below Cosy Corner along the Leeuwin/Naturaliste Cape. Cosy Corner is hardly cozy, it is an open and wind swept scape, and its waves are persistent and strong. The irony is that just behind me is another bay called Foul Bay which is quite cosy. I suppose it depends on the person and the day as to how names are appended (naming children for example). I guess it also depends, equally, how we judge others. The double irony of judging the judgement of others, a constant cycle of outwitting ourselves, telling ourselves that we’re somehow better, more right, more deserving. I say just let life be the irony it is. Cosy Corner and Foul Bay are what they are, and perhaps the misnaming is helpful in that, by default, it accentuates the truth. A bit like Picasso’s comment that those who copied his works were not to be feared because they pointed to him anyway. Truth will out, eventually.



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Urinal Genesis

via Daily Prompt: Confess


I confess I took this photo, but I made sure I was alone 🙂

It is, from memory, the only surviving working urinal in Perth that is an Art Deco work, and an amazing piece for many reasons, not least the semi dividers for privacy that no longer exist in public toilets. This one is well known and belongs to a cinema, also an art deco treasure. So differnet to plain stainless steel. Note the pull chain cistern, still available even today in modern forms, but a childhood memory for most of us of a certain age.



Filed under art, history, life

Boxing Day Proclivity

via Daily Prompt: Proclivity


Well everyday really. But today was a day for all of us to get out and into nature. This is the spot where two oceans meet, the Southern ocean and the Indian Ocean, on our south west corner, salt water meets fresh water, oceans meeting, rich ecological interconnections, a great place to be. There is (I read it somewhere) a tale that speaks of where two oceans meet being the safe place when nature is in danger. I’m glad I have that proclivity for nature, and tales, that has lead me here, it’s a leaning that has refreshed and inspired me time and again. Today was just that, refreshing.




Filed under bush walking, community, Country, life, nature



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There are so many things I cherish, I could be writing for weeks. But one in particular stands out (and which would be no surprise to readers of this blog), and that is the bush. The open road is always calling me, and I cherish the opporunity, time, and experiences that come with it. there is never a dull moment, and there is plenty of time to reflect and attend to what needs to be attended to. In fact, my experience of the bush is that it raises the things I need to atend to, it opens me up and enables me to be vulnerable, observant, and reflective. Awareness, that’s worth cherishing.



Filed under bush walking, Country, life, nature, Spirituality

Born to be Mild

via Daily Prompt: Mild


Well, back in the day, 1969, these were considered wild. The Norton Comando 750, fast, stylish, reliable. But by today’s standards, well they’re a bit mild really, superceded by more modern, sleek, more powerful bikes. This bike has aged gracefully. Generally as things, or beings age they mellow, well, hopefully they do, who can maintain the rage, the anger of youth? Compassion is a better way, it reuses the passion of anger with/alongside others for the better. Born to be mild.



Filed under life, motorbikes


via Daily Prompt: Communal


The glorious Banksia. This is a photo of a spent fruit. It is not a nut or a cone, which it is often erroneously called. The fruit which at its peak consists of thousands of tiny flowers grouped together. The fruits are hard and woody as you can plainly see. There are 173 species of Banksia, and all but one occur in Australia (they are common to all of Austrlia, Papua New Guinea, and parts of Indonesia). In the photo you can see the ‘lip like’ follicles which are open, which means the seeds have been sent to the earth. The Banksia is the epitomy of community, birds thrive on their abundant nectar, as do insects. Spiders and all sorts of bugs live in the spent fruits. The Banksia communes with its neighbours and friends. Their leaves provide a great mulch as they break down more readily than do eucalyptus leaves, and they carefully sow their seeds, fire or extreme heat is required to open the follicles, and when they get that heat the paper thin seeds float and hopefully land in receptive soil. Indeed they are communal, relational.

Community, communal, communion, consist of com = with plus union (together, and in that sense it is used in the Christian church to explain the reception of bread and wine – the people and God are in communion), unity (onness), unal (onness, one). so the words generally mean together with. Common unity, common union, communal are all about a sense of diversity being as yet in union, there is a working together in a common way that only nature understands. There is a onness of which we should be jealous. If we understood it, it would revolutionise the world. Imagine that, if we all joined together in positive common purpose – together with!



Here’s one in all its glory.



Filed under bush walking, community, Country, life, nature

Not Torn

via Daily Prompt: Torn


Looks like torn or pulled meat. Eucalyptus bark is never torn though, it falls from the tree like streamers, usually in autumn, but some in winter too. The bough is then freshly exposed, glossy, youthful skin shining in the sun, and another cycle begins, the growing, hardening, and then the shedding all over again. This littered pathway covered several hundred metres, and it was a joy to walk, natures carpet strewn to welcome walkers, welcomed me. The rain had softened the bark and leaves, so it wasn’t crunchy like it would be on a dry day. It welcomes others too, there were many insects, spiders, and beetles to be seen on the edges of the path. Later the birds will take what they can for nesting. And this bark is nature’s mulch, giving seedlings a start in life. It’s amazing what you can see when you really look closely. Awareness and attending are the true way to walk life.



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