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We guide our canoe through the shallows of a peaceful billabong. As the afternoon passes the water becomes as still as glass, reflecting the grotesque shapes of old rugged trees on its mirrored surface. The only sound is the gentle splash of our bow. We stop to rest—our paddles across our knees—as small droplets from the wet blades create ever-widening circular pools. Paddling closer to the edge we savour the quiet of this moment, this small gift of nature that never ceases to sustain and uplift us.

on the breeze
the distant call
of a crow

(billabong: an Australian term for the branch of a river forming a blind channel, backwater, or a stagnant pool)

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Our day ends with a late afternoon walking meditation. There is just enough time for one  final ‘walkabout’ in nature−−to enjoy her charms and to dream, touch, smell and capture a  last ‘Ah – Ha’ haiku moment. Armed with notebooks and pens we move ahead, as a sliver of pink and gold appears and then widens over the rim of the horizon.

our poet’s walk
rings with the resonance
of singing bell birds

The pace quickens as rich foliage deepens into shadow. Trees and shrubs along a forest stream suddenly fall silent as the horizon now flames orange red. The sky above provides just enough light to guide us back safely, before darkness draws its cover over the land.

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colours, textures
in endless variation –
nature’s design

 

 

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