Oceanic
Yuraygir National Park - lands of the Yaegl and Gumbaingirr people.
Some things we have always known about ourselves. Some things we discover over time. Sometimes - for a Poet - we learn something only through our own writing.
Much of my writing now is connected with the sea, but when I lived in the desert it was the dry sea of sand and stone - and the people who live there - that I wrote about.
And in between are mountains - my third love.
Then there is love itself; the glue which makes it whole, and my delight in a partner who comes alive in wild places the way I do. Best of all are the days when we can be there together - Meg painting and me writing.
Are we capturing the place, or finding ourselves? On a day like this one, it is both.
Limbic
Aesthetic
Oceanic…..
This susurration settles into me, enters me, centres me here in this place amidst the rocks dropped in the sand, under the light, sprayed by the airbrush sun. Salt on my skin, on my tongue; watching your hands as you draw, seeing you create - feeling you delineate the fluidity of time, space, dimension - distilling something permanent from something passing through... Ephemeral colours, temporary shapes, thoughts and textures, scent, on the pale yellow sand by the sapphire sea under the sky’s blue tent.







Lovely poetry of the deep blue sea - and gorgeous photos 💙
Love the video!! I want to swim there! 🌊🌊🌊