I want to take you from my tiny courtyard garden to a more expansive landscape, but no less a “garden” in my view. It still needs, as all gardens do, the essential elements of air, soil, and water. And someone to appreciate it.
A recent trip to Litchfield National Park in the Northern Territory (aka the ‘Top End’), of Australia, evoked metaphorical reflections on the element of water. Of course, the actual reflections on ‘water’ were equally enchanting.
The water I want to reflect on here was moving. Moving and singing. In a vast dry continent like Australia, a trip to the Top End’s monsoonal gorges is a salve for the spirit. It serves to remind how essential water is, not just for the physical sustenance of life, but for one’s soul.
Having recently traveled to drought-ravaged areas of southern New South Wales where once verdant paddocks had become dust, it was a refreshing contrast to see the seasonal cycle of ‘the dry’ still nourished by the water retained in the sandstone from the previous wet season.
Covering some 1500 square kilometres, Litchfield National Park is an ancient landscape sculpted by water. Open woodlands cover the sandstone plateau of the Tabletop Range. Stunning waterfalls plummet from great heights into deep rocky waterholes on the floor of ancient gorges, carved out by water over millennia. People and native fauna alike, find cool respite in the pools and shady monsoonal forests at the base of the cliffs.
I sat in repose, cooling my feet at the edge of a clear pool while my companions swam. Tiny native fish sidled around my feet. I fancied feeling the thrumming of an ancient land, the songs carried by the water as it tumbled from the plateau.
It would be easy to be lulled into a false sense of security, however. Litchfield is not a place to visit during the wet season. Monsoonal rains and flash flooding make roads inaccessible. Creeks and waterholes are flushed with flooding rains, replenishing the natural sandstone reservoirs for another season The possibility of estuarine crocodiles becomes a reality. After the ‘Big Wet’, waterholes and creeks are surveyed then cleared before being deemed safe for swimming again. I was reassured the animals were relocated.
Back in Darwin, as I listened to the throbbing of a didgeridoo at a local market, I was moved by some ancient, elusive memory. It resonated someplace deep inside of me, just as the singing waters had. I felt connected – a part of something more profound, something primeval. I felt renewed.
The tree that is beside the running water is fresher and gives more fruit.
Saint Teresa of Avila
Beautiful photos! It looks like Eden to me. Amazing that nature has such a ying and yang quality. Beauty and peril in equal measure. I felt that way living in Alaska. Pure unadulterated beauty but nature tried to kill you every winter.
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Absolutely Catherine! People die out there. I haven’t been to Alaska but think I’d love it. Read quite a bit about it. Thanks for commenting. 😊
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Wow! To me it looks you visited paradise!
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It really was something. Those waterfalls have such power and presence. And they do sing.
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What beautiful water !
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Thank you. Water is such a precious commodity. As I write that I wonder of my choice of words. Commodity? It shouldn’t be.
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It is also a staple of life. More people need to see that.
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I couldn’t agree more. Greater balance needs to be achieved between the environment and the economy where water is concerned
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So beautiful. For us to see clear running streams like that would be a novelty to say the least, and certainly restful for the soul.
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You have that right, Jane. Such a contrast to drought ravaged areas. It made me realise the place water, especially waterfalls and running water in nature, has for my mental well-being
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When it rains here, I want to go out and run around in it, and I love to see little trickles of water start to make a rivulet when we get decent rain. They’re never clear like the ones in your photo, though.
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Hahaha. I love the idea of running around in the rain. I haven’t done that since I was a child. One of the positive things that comes from a lack of something essential, is how much more you appreciate it. You notice all the little things that might have gone unseen before. I will think of you next time I see a muddy trickle.
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I recently spent a magical afternoon playing in our stream; making dams and throwing “Pooh” sticks with my four-year old granddaughter. Elemental to my well being is to be outside; preferably in the “wild” places 🌼 Lovely blog. As always.
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Thank you for your kind words. Children love to play in water. What on earth are ‘pooh’ sticks? Something to do with the proverbial bear?
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Perhaps that is a very British thing?? Yes> Participants in the game choose a small stick, stand on a bridge and everyone throws their stick over together – facing upstream, then you turn round to see the sticks racing down with the current and whose is the winner. As played by Winnie the Pooh and Christopher Robin. xx
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lovely photos Robyn
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Thanks Brenda. I have been absent from the blogosphere for some weeks. It’s lovely to reconnect with all my blogging firends. Glad you liked the photos.
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beautiful. thanks!
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Beautiful, Robyn
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Thank you! I hope to have transported you to a very special place – even for just a few minutes
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Yes, do certainly did! Thank you for that
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This post sang to me as the waters sang to you, a resonant, tranquil piece.
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Thanks Andrea. I’m glad it reached you.
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i love this it is stunning, waterfalls are so mesmerising! xx
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Miraculous when you consider it’s the end of the dry season. Thanks for commenting
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Very moving words and images.Thak you, Robyn, for this guided meditation.
Just last week we were visiting friends in Palm Springs, California, a desert area where the springs are lost (to the average visitor) in mountain crevasses and reappear as giant sprinklers at exclusive golf resorts– in my view, a tragic appropriation of the most important of natural resources. But we’re were comforted by reading together with our dear friends a poem that appeared, as if by coincidence, in my email one morning. I think it fits even better beneath your post:
Riverkeeper
-Margaret Gibson | Issue 96 of IMAMGE magazine
Wanting to be that place where inner
and outer meet, this morning
I’m listening to the river inside,
also to the river out the window,
river of sun and branch shadow, muskrat
and mallard, heron, and the rattled cry
of the kingfisher. Out there is a tree
whose roots the river has washed so often
the tree stretches beyond itself, its spirit
like mine leaning out over the water, held
only by the poised astonishment
of being here. This morning, listening
to the river inside, I’m sinking into a stillness
where what can’t be said stirs beneath
currents of image and memory, below strata
of muons and quarks, now rushes, now hushes
and pools, now casts a net of bright light
so loosely woven there’s a constellation
afloat on the surface of the river, so still
I can almost hear it weave in and out—
interstellar, intercellular—and isn’t it
truly all one, one world, no in or out, no here
or there, seamless, as a lily about to open
from just here into everywhere, is. Just is.
Restful lily. Lucky lily. To bloom must feel
like a river’s brightening at daybreak,
or a slow kiss, a throb in the elapse of time,
a shudder of heron shadow flying over
shallows that are merely the apparent
skim of a depth whose bottomless surface
seeps everywhere, bloom and retraction,
an anchored flow that upholds city
and cathedral, bridge and gate,
Orion, odd toad in the Amazon, blue dragonfly,
what it is to love…. Spoil a river, you spoil all this.
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Oh Albert! Thank you for sharing this beautiful poem. It articulates my feelings so beautifully. The alliteration, the imagery, the parallels with emotion – just lovely! Do you know the poet? I see it’s been published in a journal. One I’m unfamilair with.
I understand how you must have felt seeing springs and natural water flows diminished by commercial interests, Ahh, the hubris of humans thinking they can improve on what is already perfect. Thanks for visiting.
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I was recently introduced to her poetry via a series of email exchanges with my favorite brother, Hamilton, (we are close in age and closest in interests). Here’s what he told me: [my anecdote about travel plans] “reminds me of a poet we have gotten to know up here, a fellow worshipper at the local Quaker house – Margaret Gibson. She’s published many books, won some important awards, and just published a second volume of poems about her late husband’s years with alzheimer’s. I find her poems both deep and uplifting (‘falling’ and ‘upward’ again). I’ve attached one below. See what you think.”
I think I’ll be on the lookout for more of her work. Im glad that poem meant something to you, Robyn.
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Thanks Albert. I’ll definitely be looking out for her work as well. Her poem resonated with me at a deep level.
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Robyn, I’m refreshed, also, after reading such beautiful descriptions. And then to read Alfred’s comment and be introduced to a new poet made my night brighter. I was going to work on another chapter of Last Sermon, but after reading your email, I just wanted to visit with you and share your world for a little while. I’m so happy I made that choice. Thank you both.
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Wasn’t that a wonderful poem Clare? It said so much I couldn’t find the words for. Thanks to Albert who always shares good things.
I’m glad my post resonated with you. I see I have an email reply from you in my box. Will answer tomorrow. Having grandchildren time now 😍
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Beautiful pictures! It looks like such a peaceful place. Thanks so much for dropping by on my blog. I’m looking forward to reading more of your stories:-)
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