Conversations about Climate Change, Springwood

pink message says:"Live frugally - Live an alternative"

“wish and hope and FIGHT” : this was one of the messages pinned to the message tree at the Climate Change Conversations in Springwood Town Square on September 21. It encapsulates everything that we need to keep in mind if we are to bring about a massive change in direction, a change in our business-as-usual Co2 emitting world.

Beth Hill and I wanted to create a space in which people could sit down and have a conversation with me, allowing them to air their feelings about the inexorable warming of our world. It was not  your conventional rally. They could also write messages on pieces of paper and then pin them to the tree. Gordon had brought a beautiful blossoming spring branch and we planted this in a bucket of sand. I wish… I had a photo of it! (all deleted sadly). To wish, and to hope, is to have a vision of the future which is not a catastrophic burnt dystopia. Of course, it is important to act on such dreams, otherwise you are a Walter Mitty eternally in a pleasant dream of your own creation.

That is where the last word of this message comes in, “FIGHT”. In this context this word means to strive, to struggle, to be prepared to meet opposition. It does not necessarily mean setting up the ‘other’ as a foe to be vanquished ( see my piece on “Mother Nature Has Pneumonia” in this blog). What do you say, for instance, about our PM who declares categorically that coal is good for us?  (As I write this, a long convoy of coal trucks rolls along the Blue Mountains line, bound for the port at Wollongong.)  Do what, when climate change is excluded from the agenda of the G20 meeting in Brisbane? ‘Nothing’ is not an option.

“Wish”…here’s another wish from the tree :

I sat in a cane chair, under an umbrella and listened to people one at a time. I heard anger, utter frustration, confusion and a slightly dazed state, as if a cicada had been blown around in a strong wind. I heard people talk about their frustration  - here is the house burning down but no-one is talking about it! - their fury with politicians. 

Such bland responses, if any, they have received in reply to their letters to the government. My overall impression was of a big gap: between the strong feelings aroused, and an appropriate channel in which to act – perhaps to fight.

GetUp! was the motivator behind our Town Square event.

https://www.getup.org.au/campaigns/climate-action-now/we-made-history/we-made-history

You’ll also get a sense of the millions of other people around the world who  also ‘got up’. Beth and I thank GetUp! for their support, and also Helen Y., Gordon, Kaye, Helen C., Daniel, Michael and…all the others. 

Poets at Rhodo Festival, Blackheath

POETRY AT BLACKHEATH SAT 1 NOVEMBER

I’ll be performing at the Poets’ Breakfast this Saturday with my poetic comrades, at the Rhododendron Festival, Blackheath. What time, I hear you ask?  9 a.m. Where, you wish to know? at the Ivanhoe Hotel, on the corner of the Great Western Highway and Govett's Leap road. I have been known to get up at the Folk Club there, a once a month event which encourages poets. We’ll all give you of our best. I’ve written a new poem ("RSVP Makita Man") for the occasion. 

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Latest haiku:

smoke billowing

from the north - 

still in my pyjamas

Spring Yatra

regrowth after October fires - Sun Valley

What do you need to help you simplify the field of your attention? to slow down the pace of your thoughts? to calm the choppy seas of emotion? A walk specifically shaped to silence, in a beautiful peaceful spot. Trees? maybe frogs – maybe a creek  - maybe even sulphur-crested cockatoos occasionally? To walk as though your feet are caressing the earth with each step – Thich Nhat Hanh suggests you think of walking meditation like this.

Why are they called bluegums?

And what are they shouting on top of the ridge? Playing which sports there?

 

In the sheoaks a bird is singing like Dame Joan.

Suddenly everything becomes a bit delightful and you’re not really sure why because it’s exactly the same as when you passed it before,  said Beth afterwards.

A life fully lived is one in which we fully inhabit the present. We were training ourselves to do this, with each step along the fire trail and especially, stepping barefoot into damp sand with our sensitive whitefella feet!

‘Emily 13’

on the bluegum bark

that will soon peel off

Climate Change Conversations - September 21

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Early August - Wollangambe area 10 months after the fires

 Climate Change Conversations Springwood

Sunday, September 21, 11:00 AM

Town Square, Springwood, NSW
Macquarie Rd, Springwood, 2777, Australia

 On September 21, 125 world leaders, including President Obama and  President Xi Jinping from China, will be attending a special UN meeting in New York to discuss the threat of climate change. Our PM will not be there.

 I intend to offer an opportunity for a conversation with anybody who wants to talk about the issue of climate change, in the Town Square. My role is to listen and also to ask good questions. It is not to put my point of view or agitate. The square is right in the middle of a town where I have lived for 25 years. We ( Beth and I) want to create a convivial 'back patio' kind of atmosphere, but there will also be a stall with information flyers. 'Simple' is the operative word for this action. For those who don't want to have a chat, we'll make an installation (a note tree) where written thoughts and feelings can be displayed. If you want to help out, see this web page :

 https://act.350.org/event/peoples_climate_create_getup/create/?action_id=7049054&update=1&want_prefill_data=1

and you can contact us through that. Or come down and sit down with me under the umbrella, in the spring sunshine, and we’ll chew the fat, shoot the breeze, kick a few thoughts around….

 

on King's Tableland - 2 weeks ago

The mist, the rain

 

The mist, the rain

When a walking day in spring is forecast to bring “light showers”, leap from your bed! On Saturday it was only a small contingent of Conservationists who dragged themselves from beneath the warm doona, for my walk to Lion Head. We all agreed, on this walk, that it’s been a very cold winter. We thought it might be the extremes of temperature (which are not reflected in an average), or else the solidly low temperatures of June and July. 

The visual world has many moods when the air is damp. Okay, it was cold, being spring. But we’re used to that now, and can bear it for the promise of summer. And spring is typically a time for many flowers – like my favorite.

Boronia floribunda

I was the leader, so I didn’t write any haiku this time. Finding the way, being aware of time, being the leader is more than enough to concentrate on. But when I walked the track last August I did write this. 

wattle blowing 

on the edge of a cliff -

my hat flicks back

Will I ever get sick of sunshine wattle?

It is so cheerful, so tough, so bright in the cold last days of winter, when everything seems hard - rising into the cold, the laborious layering on of clothes, the constant need for food, colds and flu, the torrent of idiocy from those currently in power. But I haven’t yet written a haiku about sunshine wattle that stands on its own.

We had a lot of time to just look, and linger – the colours of the heath vegetation out there on King’s Tableland was vivid. We’ve finally had a good dumping of rain in the last few weeks.

There are never many birds out in wet weather, though  a few honeyeaters in the banksia, and we heard a grey shrike-thrush. Lingering on the rock outcrop, somebody noticed a steady trickle of birds coming from the north. Honeyeaters!

Harold said,

I knew it was migrating because it had a suitcase under a wing.

And the spring flowers! There is a wealth of knowledge in the Conservation Society. On this walk our resident botanist said that there are no true flowering seasons in Australia, things tend to flower opportunistically. Longer warmer days, rain, opportunity knocks, here’s what is out!

Dampiera stricta

Dillwynia

Comesperma ericinum

Hakea

On last year’s yatra to Lion Rock, it was not only windy but the cicadas were emerging. As there had been three seasons of plentiful rain before 2013, they were in great numbers. After about eight drafts, I wrote this:

dazed cicadas

crash-land into bushes –

the spring wind

Do you recognise these three rock outcrops? In the 1880’s they were called the Tri Saxa ( from the Latin saxum meaning stone or rock).

 Tourists flock to the mountains to see ‘the Three Sisters’, bring their much-needed tourist dollar, fill the cafes and hotels and the main street of Leura. They might go away with the impression that there is an ‘Aboriginal’  legend about three beautiful girls from one tribe, and wrong love, and an intertribal battle, and the girls being turned to stone to protect them. But that is wrong. By the twenties, the rocks had been personified as sisters. The legend came about when a newspaper ran a competition, and an imaginative girl made it up and won the prize.  Mel Ward repeated the story ad infinitum in the thirties. It’s a pity that things get skewed like this. There is a Gundungurra story about the Seven Sisters, the Pleiades (a constellation of stars), but I’ll leave others to tell it.

Thanks to Harold Thompson and Barbara for the superb photographs. 

a grass and its fruit hanging near a cave entrance

don't know

Passes of Leura + yatras

 

  I went for a walk in early July with the Blue Mountains Conservation Society, down a washed-away track behind the resort. This track is called Gladstone Pass, and was made by coalminers in the nineteenth century. In a steep wet gully they hacked at the rock to make steps on the track to the mine. What a hard commute! Eddie and I speculated about whether they were Welsh miners, in other words Eddie’s countrymen. He said that there had been a flood of emigration at that time – this included some of my ancestors, who went to South America. At the old ‘show’ mine below the incline railway at Katoomba (the Scenic Railway) there is a bronze statue of a miner and one wonders whether it is based on a Welshman – he’s very short. Those miners worked for John Britty North and went on strike in 1887 over their pay. He would not allow them to unionise.

We had morning tea in a cave on Lindeman Pass.

a slice of sunlight

icing the cold cliff

raisins of bird call

On Lindeman’s track there is a fabulous tree root / rock embrace. Mave and I tried to write a haiku about it – but here is her photo. What can you say??

This pass was made for the purposes of tourists ‘taking the air’. There was certainly a lot of air that day –  moving, unwarmed. But who cares? We came to a fabulous clear view of the Kedumba valley, Gurangatch’s escape hatch. This ancestral being (or buringilling)  from the Gundungurra songline ( a giant eel) tried to duck his pursuer, Mirragan the tiger quoll, by going left from the Burragorang valley into the Kedumba, and formed a waterhole on Reedy creek.

Kedumba valley

We passed the turnoff to the coalmine. Some other time....
On to Roberts Pass - up we went.

A hill doesn’t lie

it doesn’t say,

“My, how fit your are!”

We met some walkers from Bathurst. What a good reason to stop and have a little chat! Somebody knew somebody I knew.

with a roar

the wind on the ridge

announces itself

The top is a good place to be, when it means lunch, and a view which many  people have enjoyed. My thanks to Bart for leading this walk, and to Mave for the photos. 

from Sublime Point

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YATRAS

Some peaceful silent walking in company with others is so restorative -  going nowhere in particular.... walking meditation in the Blue Mountains

Saturday August 30, easy yatra - half a day (Springwood area)
Sunday August 31, medium yatra - a whole day, about 5 hours walking (Leura area)
Cost: $20 + dana

You need to register by Monday August 25th. _/\_
 

Dunphy Pass + yatras

 

the view west

 the clouds furious

in their haste

to see the sea

 I went on a walk with the Blue Mountains Conservation Society to commemorate Myles Dunphy, who found the pass we used, in 1914. It takes  you from the west side of Narrowneck, up onto the top of Narrowneck plateau, to Glenraphael swamp. It was a very windy day – and cold. Who was Myles Dunphy? He was a mad keen bushwalker, and the father of the conservation movement in Sydney. Because of him, and the joy he found in walking in the areas around Sydney, we have national parks with a level of protection from development and commercial activities. He used to like to walk with his dog. But his dog would get sore feet, so Myles made him ( or her) a pair of leather booties. You can see these 4 booties in the National Museum of Australia, and also the pram that he and his wife pushed their baby (Milo) along in, while walking. 

Haiku written on the Dunphy Pass walk.....

a bird singing

above entangling vines –

tra la-la la la!

 

battering wind

does not hinder the greetings

of ants on the rock

clambering down Glenraphael Head

  Thanks to Harold Thomson for the photos.

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YATRAS

Saturday August 30, easy yatra - half a day (Springwood area)
Sunday August 31, medium yatra - a whole day, about 5 hours walking ( Leura area)
Cost:$20 + dana