via Daily Prompt: Cloaked
Last year we were on the road, the Boyup – Frankland road, and we were cloaked in smoke. There was a bush fire burning about 60 kms away, a big one, and the smoke had been pushed by wind across several shires. This section of road is straight and normally you’d see well into the distance, but on this day we had about 80 mtrs vision, and we couldn’t travel at the normal 110 kms either, we were down to 90 at best. No visibility and the possibility of wildlife on the road was too great a risk, so slowly, slowly, till we got through. Even darkness is a better cloak, because the headlights work really well in darkness, but not in smoke, no light penetration at all. When you’re cloaked in smoke, it’s actually worse than darkness.
via Daily Prompt: Fraud
Lake Muir. Lake?? No water here and hasn’t been water this far across the lake in years. A bit of a fraud? I’m looking out from the bird hide/viewing deck. There was a sliver of water visible in the distance as the sun caused it to shine. Lake Muir is typical of Australian lakes in that it is rainfall dependent. So it’s not really a fraud! There is indeed a lake out there, but not where I am standing. This fooled some of the early settlers who often referred to our lakes as swamps, completely misunderstanding their makeup, they shrink, they expand, they even shift slightly each year. This had serious consequences for environmental protection in the early years of the colony as swamps were seen as insignificant and could be filled in, used as rubbish dumps and built over. A travesty of justice.
Fortunately Lake Muir was declared by the state government a significant wetland in 1980 and sustains diverse flora and fauna life forms, including large numbers of the Australian Shelduck, as well as feeding into the Frankland River and Deep River systems. Lake Muir also consists of several perimeter wetlands. In 2001 it was named as a Ramsar site of international significance, and as a result it is now protected.
via Daily Prompt: Exceptional
On our recent trip out bush, we stopped in Gwalia for a time and had a look at the museum. Steam engines, steam locomotives, ancient motor vehicles of all types. And there were graders too, as shown above. They were amazing pieces of machinery, tractor or horse drawn, but those who operated them must have been exceptional given that they were working in very demanding situations in the bush. Making those dirt roads and maintaining them must have been bloody hard work in those harsh and unforgiving conditions. When you look at the sophisticated machinery of today (computerised, gps, airconditioned cabs) and the fact that it is still hard work, it makes me wonder how much harder it was with flimsy, basic machinery like in this photo. It would have required strength and patience, wisdom and commitment, and for months on end.
via Daily Prompt: Tame
A fiercesome look, but yet a very tame reindeer. Steampunk style, by artist John Sprigg of Narambeen. what a wonderful work of art, using scrap metal off the farm. What an amazing eye for shape and fit, what a gift that we can share in, a feast for all.
via Daily Prompt: Believe
Socrates comes to mind, naturally, when he says: “I am wiser than anyone else because I know I don’t know.” Belief is a strong, determined word. In the hilarious movie ‘Dogma’ (1999) the character Rufus, the thirteenth apostle (played by Chris Rock), asks “Do you believe, or do you have an idea?” The film was a criticism of the institution of the Church, which tends to foster sound doctrine, black and white beliefs, and in some corners of the Church, fanaticism (albeit, fundamentalism).
The issue of religious belief is always objectivity trying to defeat and ridicule subjectivity.
It might be that faith is a better word, but even that is a loaded word. But as author Ann Lamott says: “Faith begins with experience, and our faith is our reaction to that experience. Science begins with intuition and not logic.” And she also adds: “You have to experience something before you can know something.” And, “The opposite of faith is certainty.” and so, back to Socrates.
I prefer to speak carefully of the experience of soul work, the contemplative life, and my experiences of Other. Do I believe? Well, I don’t disbelieve, but I prefer to say, I have an experience, which is something more than an idea.
I’ve been pondering this quote for some time.
“To take shape a journey must have fixed bearings, as a basket has ribs and a book its themes. The clearest way to understand … our journey … is to look at a single woven basket’s basic design … First, two splits or reeds are centered, like the cardinal points of a compass. Then, two more splits of equal size and length are added. These are the ribs of teh basket. Weaving begins at the center … over … under … over … under … until it is finished. From the simplest basket to the most complex … this principle is the same. The ribs must be centered and held in balance. In a sense, they are the fixed bearings that guide the rythm of weaving.” (from: Marilou Awiakta Seiu, ‘Seeking the Corn Mothers Wisdom”)
And therefore, the bearings that guide our journey. In short, we need to have a guiding principle, we need a frame, a community, a place in the world. And we need to be held by that community, held by those principles. When we have these things in our lives, when we are held, when we are centered, we weave a journey that is rich, under, over, under, over, until we are finished.
The, perhaps forgotten Blue Streak Rocket trials. See earlier post Genius: https://pvcann.com/2017/10/06/genius/