Fallen

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When wind rushes through eucalypts rustling the leaves and creaking the boughs, I feel at ease in the knowledge that the spirits of the old ones are present. Some years ago, at a welcome to country never forgotten, an indigenous elder observed that the old ones could be still heard in the forest on the breeze and in the leaves welcoming us too. It is on still windless days, when it is hot, that the trees will shed their branches. The old river gum by the banks of a river, or a spotted gum in the coastal forest will shed a branch, self pruning in its own time.

In indigenous culture, particularly in this region, traditional spirit beings were thought to live in the sky and “it was believed that the spirit of each individual came from the sky-world, via the trees, and at death returned in the same way.”…

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One Response to Fallen

  1. DuvessSimone says:

    Wow, very beautiful knowledge and thought there!

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