Eremophila’s Musings

There are many ways to express a person’s sense of this earth, and distaste for what is happening to the earth today. Here is a view from an Aboriginal perspective, by kind permission from a friend of mine.

“Have you ever wandered at night outside of town, down by the lake, and listened to the sound of the Goondawindi Falls?

Have you ever sat still, back propped against the trunk of a stalwart tree and looked-up at the silent moon hanging in the sky — with its reflected light shifting upon the darkened waters of Lake Goondawindi — that lays at the foot of the crashing, splashing, sometimes trickling Goondawindi Falls?

And have you ever pondered the reason why the locals in their mud spattered cars, park about the perimeter of the lake after their night’s fill at the local bars?

The sounds of pop music from stereos clashing with their youthful mirth, while the groans and noises of their humping and bumping drifts across the night air. And the louts without a girl in tow, spin and squeal their tyres upon the ground and clown around, while the more single-minded fumble with garments — hormonal conquest and pleasure on their mind.

These falls, Goondawindi, have spilled its water into this lake since forever. This place — a sacred place — gives up its life giving juices in times of drought. This place — Lake Goondawindi made children — a fertile site — when the uninitiated were kept out. These waters soothed the mouths of initiate daughters — now speed boats roar, and fish no more. …”