AUSTRALIA ~ The Antipodes

AUSTRALIA ~ The Antipodes
I love a sunburnt country / A land of sweeping plains / Of ragged mountain ranges / Of droughts and flooding rains / I love her far horizons / I love her jewel-sea / Her beauty and her terror / The wide brown land for me / ~ Dorothea Mackellar (1885-1968)

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Sunday, March 16, 2008

Reflective Easter





All pics are from Deviant Art. The building is by Good Friday, the clouds (Easter Bunny) are photographed by AwakenendByDreams, and the crosses (Forgiven) are by M~S~H. The pic of the Three Sisters is by shadowfaerie217.
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For me, Easter is a strange time in some ways. The children have grown, so Easter egg hunts are just a smiling memory. I am not closely affiliated with a particular church, yet, especially on Good Friday, there is some impulse to indulge in random, (even an extended metaphor of), special spiritual moments. (Perhaps my Baptist upbringing still lingers deep down.)
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I love how Easter falls in Autumn in the southern worlds. Somehow, falling colours are like falling tears for some lost spiritual opportunity; even some lost spiritual beauty. And yet, Easter is also a celebration of inner sanctuaries, giving them time to energise. So, Easter for me is both a fall and a resurrection of the soul.
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When I lived in Sydney, NSW, I would journey to a special place in the Blue Mountains on Good Friday. This place was the Three Sisters, named in honour of an ancient Aboriginal legend. I would be here high in the mountains in time to watch the sunrise through the mists. If you seek some soulful energy, this is the time and the place. I felt almost enshrined, even entombed with new strengths, standing here alone at dawn, watching Nature thrill me with an awakening.
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Now I live in Victoria, I have yet to find that special somewhere. But I have promised myself, this year I wiil try to feel the whispers within. I live on a mountain, so perhaps, it is time to go to Balnarring Beach on Westernport Bay and watch the horses train on the sands at dawn. It is not far away. The idea is becoming magical. Hold that thought!
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I have 4 more days to decide.
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Postscript: There are at least two stories describing the circumstances of the sisters' entombment in stone. Both involve their father who uses magic to protect them and turns them into stone. Through tragic circumstances he is unable to return and release them. One version tells how their father Tyawan transforms himself into a Lyrebird to escape capture but drops his magic bone in his terror. He is unable to do his magic without it and to this day searches the forest floor while his daughters look on from above the Jamison Valley.The rock formation is particularly eye catching at night when they are floodlit until 10.30. They are best viewed from Queen Elizabeth lookout and have access from the giant stairway below. ~ Blue Mountains Online

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

Thanks for these reflective photos. I hope you find that special someplace.

Best,
Paz

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