Walking South along the headland of Sellicks Beach I was struck by the colours and forms of this landscape; the eroding shroud shaped hills of ochre, brown, sand and tint of pink. The blue-greens of sea, the white-blues of sky both clear and still and the straight and curved lines where these elements meet.
Our walk across Sellicks Hill Range was easy and without much incident. The four of us rambled our way across gullies, creeks and hills, along contours, roads and boundaries, over headland, hill tops and fences. The conversation rambled in a similar manner across the ups and downs of shared experience, over new terrain and old ground, the things we’ve said before and the things we’ve been waiting to say since the last time we met, the immediate and pressing and the long view of future intentions.
Walking is well suited to talking. There is something about the rhythm of one foot in front of the other whilst crossing open spaces that encourages the mind to air its cupboard of stored thoughts. Out they tumble for me and others to see. I sometimes don’t know what I really think about something until I’m speaking it. I learn about me and about the others.
Walking is good for silence too. When the mind lets go of the need to be busy and instead clears its cupboard by letting the winds blow right through it leaving my attention to focus in on the sound of my feet on the ground and the varied sounds of wind on things; on the present.
Near the start of our walk we saw in the distance the 18 metre high statue of Guan Yin, The Goddess of Mercy who stands at the nearby Buddhist temple overlooking the world of this coastline. A little further along I looked back and saw Her head just visible above the crest of a hill. One of us remarked how at first it seems as though She looks out to the sea but a closer look reveals that Her gaze is to the immediate space before Her.
In this moment of writing I feel as though there is little else I want to say except that I realise that whilst I move over the land I am moved, and with no words at all Nature speaks volumes.
This photo needs a note. On our way back we snuck underneath the main arterial road via a tunnel. For a time the tunnel became entirely dark so we used a dim light to avoid bumping into things. As we neared the exit we noticed that it looked somewhat like the moon.
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