Photo: on the road to Jindalee, out bush among the mallee and mulga.
“And into the forest I go to lose my mind and find my soul.” John Muir
Solaced
In those long brumous days when
my chest is wearied
and sorrowed
I dream of Maarla and Ooldea,
longing for that silent word
offered without guile
to flesh and feathered alike,
and held in the company of
such wisdom born of stillness,
a scintilla of self-acceptance
there, in that moment,
I am solaced,
whole.
©Paul Vincent Cannon
Note: Maarla and Ooldea are types of Mallee. Mulga is Acacia.
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Exactly! This poem speaks to me.
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Thank you so much for those encouraging words Heather.
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My pleasure.
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I feel that about the mountains
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Yes, they too bring all sorts of goodness to the soul.
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Say no more 😉 nature
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Yes, and thank you.
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Yes, mountains. And space.
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Yes indeed.
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I learned something new again. This is great, Paul.
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Many thanks Winnie, I love learning, I gather you do too.
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You’re welcome, Paul! I do.
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Speaks to me, Paul.
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Thank you Punam, glad it connects.
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You are welcome.
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the bush boy …. ❤
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Indeed, and thanks 🙂
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So so true – beautiful words yet again
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Thank you Lyn
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Finding solace among the trees. The trees wait for us.
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Yes, they must be utterly bewildered at our mindlessness.
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Ahhh, wonderful
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