every story is a treasure discovered

 

 

that’s the thing isn’t it we all have a story to tell…landscape sky clouds hd wallpaper

every man every child every sister,

every cloud every drop of rain

every rainbow.

 

 

so many voices speaking chirping  writing singing whistling painting twittering  sculpting warbling building growling dancing weaving croaking……

humans love to spin yarns – of conquest and war,  love and redemption, pain  suffering betrayal  loss, courage and honour.

‘other’  Beings don’t have paper or pen laptop or phone,

don’t do human speak,

and yet,  they too have a tale to tell…

 

enter the faerie embassy

narrating the stories on behalf of

…….

 

who am I  to dare this task?

 

I am earth speaker truth teller heart lover.

 

I am  wind weaving its message in the tree tops.

I am  bandicoot riffling thru the garden digging holes.

I am  wave smashing against the cliffs polishing history.

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I am  kookaburra laughing at dawn.

I am  wombat scratching my backside against the kurrajong tree.

I am  echidna sticking my nose into the ground slurping up ants.

I am  cloud scribing events in the sky.

I am  magpie in the red gum, head tilted back, warbling a melody.

 

And,

I am the voice of woman born

who stumbled into the 70’s clutching the pill,

into the 80’s holding hands with the goddess,

into the 90’s neck deep in mothering.

and into the 21st century

with a mission…

 

to Be

shallow focus of spider web

a voice for ‘other’

the spider and the web,

the wallaby and the whip bird,

the forest and the river.

 

listen

it is midwinter and a diamond python has shed its skin in the lemon verbena.

the swallows have returned, they chatter about renovations as they check out the nests high up on the mud wall outside the kitchen .

the white naped and  the yellow earred honeyeaters have also returned  coming into the tank for a quick dip and feather ruffle on nearby branch.

the grey shrike thrush has struck up its spring song – a rich varied melody flowing thru our house and garden.

the ‘thing’ that has been turning over our kitchen yard for weeks has finally been identified- not a wild pig not lyrebirds.

the other night under torchlight we saw the wombat scratching and digging up the kikuyu – is it eating the roots we wonder?

we recognise him , he is the orphan baby that came into our home to be cared for by the Daughter Elsie until at two years of age in full adolescent phase he  wandered off into the forest to have a life.

goodness she did well as mum because he is huge now and taken to very vigorous landscaping though it all looks a bit of a mess to me.

 

every story is a treasure discovered

a gift received

a commonality shared,

human  whale  rock  platypus  snake  maiden fern    robin

co existing

interconnecting

deeply  exploring the earth domain.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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6 thoughts on “every story is a treasure discovered

  1. Glen

    Lovely words Sandra. Makes me yearn to be there and breathing in the fresh of the morning and the full sun of midday and perhaps a wander along the green sedge and vine draped track to the big dam.

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  2. You always write so eloquently and beautifully – I can actually see the word pictures you create! Thanks for being that voice and for the poetry of your blog – it’s always so refreshing when I come here and find something new x

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    1. thank you leanne- I do write to create the felt images /experience of this most treasured planet – it does my heart good to know that you are seeing that which i give voice to. x

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  3. This is poetry Sandra – I can hear and feel the hum of mother nature responding to your attention… and while they have their own voice they like to be heard for what they are – I am, says each and every breath of wind, dew drop, creature and stone. Thank you …

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    1. bless you susan , while in some circles it is thought a bit crass to personify ‘nature’ I believe it does aid us to understand/ imagine that we are all related all part of the oneness and it is lovely to feel appreciated … thank you

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