Walking

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How I go to the woods”

Ordinarily, I go to the woods alone, with not a single
friend, for they are all smilers and talkers and therefore
unsuitable.

I don’t really want to be witnessed talking to the catbirds
or hugging the old black oak tree. I have my way of
praying, as you no doubt have yours.

Besides, when I am alone I can become invisible. I can sit
on the top of a dune as motionless as an uprise of weeds,
until the foxes run by unconcerned. I can hear the almost
unhearable sound of the roses singing.

If you have ever gone to the woods with me, I must love
you very much.”
Mary Oliver, Swan: Poems and Prose Poems

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Clouds

I continue my homage to Mary Oliver.

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Extract from “Clouds”

“At first they were just clouds, like any other.

Then they swirled and twirled; then they hung very still;

then they broke open”

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Perhaps this will tempt you to read more…….

Where does the dance begin?

Where Does the Dance Begin, Where Does It End?

Don’t call this world adorable, or useful, that’s not it.
It’s frisky, and a theater for more than fair winds.
The eyelash of lightning is neither good nor evil.
The struck tree burns like a pillar of gold.

But the blue rain sinks, straight to the white
feet of the trees
whose mouths open.
Doesn’t the wind, turning in circles, invent the dance?
Haven’t the flowers moved, slowly, across Asia, then Europe,
until at last, now, they shine
in your own yard?

Don’t call this world an explanation, or even an education.

When the Sufi poet whirled, was he looking
outward, to the mountains so solidly there
in a white-capped ring, or was he looking

to the center of everything: the seed, the egg, the idea
that was also there,
beautiful as a thumb
curved and touching the finger, tenderly,
little love-ring,

as he whirled,
oh jug of breath,
in the garden of dust?

from Why I Wake Early (2004) Mary Oliver

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Over the next little while, I’ll be adding photos which I think compliment the wonderful poetry of Mary Oliver.

Where does a goanna go?

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It was a warm day out bush, and while walking along a track at Rawnsley Park, I heard a quick rustle off to the side.  Hmmm…… caution…. it could be a snake…..can you see it?

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Ah, a young goanna I was pleased to see, just fossicking about in the undergrowth.  We soon established a respectful distance, and I was able to photograph it as it went about it’s business.

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More about this creature.  And Here. And if you’re wanting some bush tucker.….here’s how to cook it.

For those who enjoy a song, here’s a fun one to sing along to 🙂

http://splash.abc.net.au/home#!/media/151802/goanna-song

There’s even a delightful children’s book “Anna The Goanna” .

The very first time I ever saw a goanna, was when I was on a working holiday as a teenager, over on Kangaroo Island.  I was riding a horse along the beach, when suddenly the huge lizard appeared from behind some rocks! It was well over a metre in length.  Not sure which of the three of us got the biggest surprise!  Alas, such pursuits are no longer allowed on the Island…..

Since that time I’ve seen many goannas, in a variety of situations, including one climbing a gum tree to rob bird’s nests, and yet it’s the first that is strongest in my memory 🙂