In Silence

In Silence

What’s the longest you’ve ever gone without talking to anyone (not counting yourself)? An hour or two perhaps? A full day? I once went seventeen days out in the bush without conversing, which felt like an eternity (a longer story for another time). I’ve also done several silent ten-day meditation retreats, which is silence of a different kind when you’re surrounded by people without any interaction.

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Tamar Valley

Tamar Valley

I’ve just returned from the ‘south island’ where I was a guest at the Tamar Valley Writer’s Festival, in Beaconsfield, near Launceston. My trips to Tassie have hitherto been frustratingly short, and this one was no exception. For a nature-lover, a three night suburban stay in the wild state is like a chocolate lover told to be satisfied with a single square. As I flew into Hobart (or ‘Slowbart’ as I’ve heard it),... 

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Into the Wilds

Into the Wilds

I follow a small trail over a sandy creek, through a thick wattle heath, and upwards through flowering geebungsto where it clears into open forest. Wanting to make as little disturbance as possible, I carefully choose the placement of each barefootfall, avoiding the snap of a twig or crunch of dry leaves. The track snakes past the bloodwood tree dripping with red sap, the golden threaded web of the orb spider,...

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Warp and Weave

Warp and Weave

Over and under, over and under. My fingers grapple with the plant fibres, clumsy in their attempt to coordinate. Over and under, over and under. No, not this way, that way, I tell them sternly. After a time they find a fluidity in the circular motion, in the twisting and turning of warp and weave. The thinking frown at my forehead loosens, my body sinking into a slow moving meditation... 

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