Picture this..it was about 5am and sticky..sleeping in the tent beneath the sacred quandong tree..blue marbles dropping into the warm waters beneath..was that the splash of an eel? or a playful platypus?
Some fresh bananas under my belt and I am off hiking down through the rainforest..totally in awe of the peaceful energy that prevailed the forest in the early mornings rays...wandering barefoot and to the Shakti beat I ventured into the forest following the creeks as they formed into these sacred falls...
Along the path I began to notice scarred trees, this was on Bundjalung nation, and the indigenous of the area for hundreds of thousands of years have lived in harmony and using the natural resources provided..such as these big old trees that have been scarred for their bark to make canoes, this is by far the tallest scar I have come across in my 25+ years of wandering in the bush..my mother being the first to show me these when I was younger and discovered shell middens in the sandstone caves where I grew up...
This tree was magnificent and proud, a native beehive at the top! such an incredible thing to witness with honour in the bush..250,000yrs minimum of ancient knowledge and history right beneath our barefoot...or in the branches and bark of the trees...or the birds call...following the Shakti beat...