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via Daily Prompt: Ooze

On a round of a labyrinth at Nathaniel’s Rest I came upon this. The resin that oozes from the Red Gum tree and which has fallen and spattered on the rocks (which form the edge or outline of the labyrinth) below. The photo doesn’t quite capture the luminescence of the resin and its glow and colour. I was fascinated as it originally looked like someone had spilt raspberry jam on the rock, until I looked up and saw the oozing limb of the tree. Somehow it was just resin, but yet it was a gift, a colourful, pungent, luminescent, painting on a rock that I could rejoice in, and I did, and still do.

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Lurch

If it were January and you were on the Norseman East Hyden Road in the days when you would have been on horse back, for then it was but a track in the bush, this rock would indeed have been a disappointment, you might have been left in the lurch, without water.

Back in the day when Charles Hunt explored the W.A. interior (1864 onwards) for the crown and built wells and damns, Hunt was schooled by his indigenous guides to look to the granite rocks as places of water. Granite is a natural pump and if water is under or near the rock it will be drawn to the surface, or close enough to dig for. Granite is also a water collection point, rain runs off the rock and gathers around the edge in pools or in gamma holes. Merredin and Berimbooding rocks are prime examples of good water supply, and additionally have granite roads or channels built around them to guide the water to a central point, as seen the bottom left of the photo below:

But Disappointment rock seems to have no gamma holes and the winter creek was not substantial, and in spite of the fact that it was raining heavily when we passed through. In fact there was more water on the road than in the creek. So disappointment it was in terms of water supply. And in days of yore you’d definitely be left in the lurch if you’d foolishly hoped that this granite rock would help you. Between a rock and a dry place.

Appart from that it did have nice views of the surrounding woodlands.

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via Daily Prompt: Trance

American Artist James Turrell’s installation (in the garden) at the National Gallery in Canberra, opened to the public in 2010. Lyn and I visited it in 2014. The work, a stupa,  is titled “Within-Without” and has a window in the ceiling to the sky, it is surrounded by water, and when you sit inside you can hear a gentle whisper travel round the wall. According to Turrell his work is about light. Turrell wanted to affect the way we see the sky, but we found it much more than that. We found it entrancing, and indeed Lyn is in a sort of trance or meditation as I took this photo. It was one of the most enjoyable aspects of visiting the gallery.

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While on our road trip we took time out on the Nullabor to go to the whale watch centre. It was well worth the effort. The centre is owned by the local indigenous community who  have utilised funding to make the boardwalks, viewing decks and facilities. There is a research centre nearby, sadly not open to the public.

The video below is of one of nine mothers with calves, this one has a white calf (which is not unusual) which will probably darken as it matures.

I find whales fascinating, Lyn named it when she said mystical, that connected for me. They communicate in a variety of ways, especially that high frequency sound they make, they play, they clearly nurture their young, there’s a warmth and an unknown. In a way research is important and helps us to understand nature that we might better care for our fellow travellers, but something in me wants them to remain mystical.

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I was never one for rote learning, too much of a free spirit I preferred to recall what actually moved me. Cept for this gem which dug in deep into my psyche, and remains lodged there. MacKellar wrote this while revisiting England and feeling homesick for Australia, and this poem is a rebuttal of her friend’s assumption that England was better. MacKellar responds without acrimony and draws on why she loves Australia rather than why she doesn’t write of England. In my personal view I prefer this to the bilge that is the pseudo 19th century hymn we have as a national anthem that only speaks in an English voice. Just saying.

My Country (Dorothea MacKellar)

The love of  field and coppice

Of green and shaded lanes.
Of ordered woods and gardens
Is running in your veins,
Strong love of grey-blue distance
Brown streams and soft dim skies
I know but cannot share it,
My love is otherwise.

I love a sunburnt country,
A land of sweeping plains,
Of ragged mountain ranges,
Of droughts and flooding rains.
I love her far horizons,
I love her jewel-sea,
Her beauty and her terror –
The wide brown land for me!

A stark white ring-barked forest
All tragic to the moon,
The sapphire-misted mountains,
The hot gold hush of noon.
Green tangle of the brushes,
Where lithe lianas coil,
And orchids deck the tree-tops
And ferns the warm dark soil.

Core of my heart, my country!
Her pitiless blue sky,
When sick at heart, around us,
We see the cattle die –
But then the grey clouds gather,
And we can bless again
The drumming of an army,
The steady, soaking rain.

Core of my heart, my country!
Land of the Rainbow Gold,
For flood and fire and famine,
She pays us back threefold –
Over the thirsty paddocks,
Watch, after many days,
The filmy veil of greenness
That thickens as we gaze.

An opal-hearted country,
A wilful, lavish land –
All you who have not loved her,
You will not understand –
Though earth holds many splendours,
Wherever I may die,
I know to what brown country
My homing thoughts will fly.

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Solitary

There’s always a positive and a negative in western thinking, a constant binary approach, this or that, right or wrong, black or white. Solitary once carried a greater positive sense of wholeness. To be alone can be a very positive thing, a time of deep reflection, integration and working with the data that inevitably comes from relationships and community. In fact, as one of my favourite authors, Parker Palmer, puts it, we can be community and solitary at the same time, an integrated approach to being whoever, as self, in the midst of community, and without denying others. Attending to self is vital and not at all selfish, if we don’t attend to self we become destructive to self and to others, so that community fares better when we do attend to self, and we become more whole as a result. To be solitary, to have solitude in the midst of community and life in general is to live with the eternal paradox that we need both self and others, and at the same time.

Back in 2014 I went on a bush walk in a conservation reserve at Chowerup, it was a time of deep inner conversation about my future direction and why, at the time, I felt blocked in moving forward. I was the the one who needed to set myself free and acknowledge that I was blocking myself and the solitary walk helped me to come to some clarity on this fact. Others had tried to point out the same in advice and solution giving, but it was all white noise to me until I was able to take the voice of community and and also self and reflect for a while. Solitude is healthy while grounded in community.

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We set out on a journey one spring day. We unfurled the tarp to reveal a labyrinth, a journey of reflection, meditation, prayer, confrontation, consolation, nothing binary, just life in the mix. Solitude in community as we walked together. For some there was ease, others had to wrestle, for some there was resolution, for others a waiting, but in the silence something was spoken. A walk of life as it is, living what is inside on the outside. The journey to the center, the going in and the coming out by the very same path, but leaving something in that center, without judging. The rhythm of the walk the turns, the straights, the pauses, all spoke in their own way through our bodies.

The tarp was unfurled – but then so were we, our souls unfolded and set free in the moment.

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