Time is a culturally bound construct. We may, based on what culture we are born into, think we move chronologically, but in many cultures we carry the memory and ancestors with us in stories, songs and myths and a belief in the presence of spirits.
The past walks with present and the present with the future.
We can use our memory, past, wisdom to assist the present if only we pay attention to it.
In writing of lands I have lived and traveled through in an organic and intuitive process I find connections that make a spiral, even a circle, rather than a straight line.
Whilst we physically can’t change the past our understanding of it can dramatically change based on the patterns we find there.
I like the idea of spirals more than circles because in a spiral you can progress even as you seem to circle back to…
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Searching for the names of plants…
I am in the midst of a first draft of a ‘nature essay.’ The journey of this essay includes being fascinated by the plants in the streets around me. There are at least four varieties of Bauhinia.
This plant originates in India. The one above is the Bauhinia Purpurea, also known as geranium tree. The tree flowers in September and in December it changes appearance and long greenish pods appear.
The other research for the essay has been finding the cultural and social layers in the land around me.
One interesting thing is that many of the places around me have names based on Aboriginal words, and have meanings like ‘Place of Stones’, ‘Gully of Water’, ‘Water Dragon.’ I am incorporating this into my essay.
Gwen Harwood, a poet and librettist was born here in Taringa. She guest lectured at University Tasmania when I was first…
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The power of nature.
Many beautiful things enchant me
In this circular world of ours
With her forests, deserts and her seas
I wish that I could see it all before
We destroy it’s loveliness wantonly
Stalwart mountains to the crystal shores
Deserts of detachment for miles we see
Empassioned rivers rushing home for evermore
Creatures wandering in search mystically
Seeking new vistas and caves just to explore
O if I could run with them just to take a peek
I would howl at the top of my lungs hearing for sure
When I am out among them I wish for more ecstaticly
Enchanting me much further than a materialistic store
Tokens of rocks, feathers and blooms respectfully
Pleasing me to my inner sanctified core.
I am exploring writings on nature to prepare an essay for a competition. Baha’u’llah loved nature. My next few blogs will mainly be photographic blogs of wonders in nature as I am so busy with other writing projects.
open your children to wonder
together learn each ones song
and their many names
as you wander their land
maybe imagine flying
to their tree top
imprint in them
the story of the sea
the delicacy of balance even on the rugged shorelines
through them knowing
as if it’s their best friend.
listen to the wind
find the names of each wind
so you can read its personality
warm or cold
and know when you should
stay away from the sea
and when you can embrace and nurture
open to them to wonder
so they will not pass by this world
without knowing it calls
from stars to shoreline
moon dust to leaves.
Rachel leaves her love of nature
on the shorelines of our present
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