Weather's getting warmer here. The Hindmarsh River will soon not get to reach the sea as drier, hotter weather and irrigation take their toll. In the last few weeks the mouth of the river has moved quite dramatically, first to the left, then to the right. Those serpentine curls I so love.The pelican's moved on. Nothing stays the same. Reminds me how much of my life I've lived in rigid ways, the should's, the critic's rarely silent voice (s), the 'doing being' rather than being.
The beginnings of a poem
She waves her turquoise hand
an inflection with the breeze.
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Showing posts with label Victor Harbor. Show all posts
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Thursday, October 21, 2010
Saturday, September 25, 2010
home
There are two Southern Right whales off the coast here, in the bay about 200 metres off Seal Rock (Port Elliot, South Australia). A mother and her calf. Over the last dozen or so years whales have started coming back here in the winter before returning to Antarctic waters in September. So these two are late in leaving. It may be that the mother is waiting for her calf to put on more weight.
Nearby is Victor Harbor, which in the 1800's was a whaling port. or a long time whales, having been mercilessly hunted, stopped coming here.
Their return speaks of their deep intelligence, the deep mystery of life, places of home known so deeply, even when not visited for a century and more.
No wonder we watch spell bound. Perhaps there's an opportunity to return to wonder in life?
Nearby is Victor Harbor, which in the 1800's was a whaling port. or a long time whales, having been mercilessly hunted, stopped coming here.
Their return speaks of their deep intelligence, the deep mystery of life, places of home known so deeply, even when not visited for a century and more.
No wonder we watch spell bound. Perhaps there's an opportunity to return to wonder in life?
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