Bio – is life.
Calander – in this post is referring to a recording of ‘seasons’ that occur cyclically.
Location – this specific biocalandar project focuses on an area of Sydney and the Central Coast of New South Wales (Gosford, Wyong etc). The reason for this is that the grant funding was for this area – the Hawkesbury Nepean Catchment Management Authority. The words Hawkesbury Nepean referrs to the River system that runs form way inland (about 10 hours drive west) to the Coast at Palm beach Northern Sydney.
A majestic area bounded by rugged sandstone escarpments – many in National Parks. Each of these having numerous deep, yet narrow, gullies thriving with rich rainforest like vegetation and waterfalls that are either roaring with water bouncing over rocks and splashing into pools or dry – totally dry (on the surface the cool water sitting in sand below).
Pittwater waterway, also called Broken Bay – or its original name of Durubbin – is an expansive salty waterway with many secluded small bays and a few yellow sand beaches. After heacy rains the creeks run full spilling fesh cool water onto the beaches, scouring pools where leaves dance and twirl upon the surface.
Here Bush Turkey comes to drink, goanna as well. Drinking is done when ever there is water, no waiting for tomorrow as the pools empty fast draining into the sand below. The falls above are also some times dry large mossy boulders defing gravity by perching on steep slopes with shallow soils yes staying put – for now. some obviously do roll down as is evidenced by the boulders and the base of the hills. But for now the huge green mossy boulders sit silent and strong amoung the thin green trunks of Coachwood trees that are spotted with grey-green lichens adding to the dappling effect of the flitered sunlight. Draping vine stems are think enough that one could swing on them.
Cicardas – loud insects – fill the air with pulsating sound, so lound that one has to zone into it or out of it. Focus on the aliveness that is all around, the rich yet sweet smell of Australian Sandstone Gully forest, the soft tread underfoot from the deep leaf layer.
Feeling the the Peoples of this place – the Guringai Peoples – and those before them and after them a sense of timlessness envelopes.
Sitting on a low rock surrounded by larger rocks meditation is the natural state.
Drawing on natural instinct and what has been passed from Venerable Pa’Ris’Ha she sits focus on the words on her minds eye – that is the seeing the words Om and Mani (the first two workds of the Buddhist Mantra Om Mani Padi Hum) one on each side of inside of her head up on the frontal brain lobes. Holding the words there attnetion now goes between the words and out out, Mindfull (this is not mindless). Om and Mani are held in place the preferal focus keeps the words steady there. Thinking is what is absent. Thinking is time. In a state of not thinking is moving outside of time. Hence the meditaiton may be minutes or hours. A window of time is available while those on the beach chat and explore the beach edges. A window for meditation.
A call climbs straight up the steep slopes she was ready for this and had already started to move back to present time. Now out of meditation and back to thinking – back to time. Slowely opening eyes, moving fingers, toes, the surrounds even more brillent in every way then before the meditation.
From here, in the cool, amongst the green draped boulders in the dappled light with the pulsating call of the Cicardas, the little sandy beach in the brilliant pure sunlight with its specks of moving people and their yellow kayaks on the shore looks like another land.
With a full feeling of Joy she puts her closed fists to her chest knuckles touching one thumb up, feeling love, oneness and appreciation for all surrounding she now moves one open hand palm down to the other hand now plam up. clasping together signifiing the connection of ‘self’ and the all that is.
It was on this beach she watched a goanna eating a sting-ray. Seeing people the Goanna, lifting it’s large meal, walked off the beach-rocks and into the edge of the forest.
Observation of Nature is life giving. Every new observation, sound, sight, small recorded is a new brain cell (neuron) growing. Ours brains grow for as long as we introduce and use new information.
Observing nature grows our brains plus allows us to See so many teachings.
“In Nature We Learn and Know Ourselves “Cherokee Elder Grandmother Pa’Ris’Ha.
One aim of the Biocalandar Project is to bring forward information on what is occuring in Nature within this area in and around Sydney. The sharing is via community guided walks and talks, including sitting chat itime, with Indigenous Elders and respected knowledge holders.
Another aim is to provide bridges between where People are at and new experiences in Nature. Plus to See what is occuring in Nature frequently, daily, when do the birds nest, the flowers bloom, those noisy bird call, the fish run, the flies swarm, the male echidnas disperse to find mates and new territory, the ants change the colour of rocks on the ant hill, the Gum Trees shed their bark, the winds blow from certian directions.
Wishing you all the best always in Observing Nature Around You and as You.
Keep posted and I’ll publish the dates and locaitons of upcoming community Nature Walk/Talk days.
Ela way deye Ng li’ta