We started our Indigenous tour out of our accommodation in Port Douglas, North Queensland, Australia. While I had heard of this tour, I had never experienced it for myself. This was a wonderful tour and I would certainly recommend it.
Our driver/guide, Cavel, picked us up in a vehicle just 6 months
old. It was very comfortable and he was a supportive and great guide,
We really enjoyed his stories.
Our
first stop was at the art studio Janbal to meet with the Indigenous
artist, Brian "Binna" Swindley where we had a lesson in dot painting. I
discovered that I must have left my artistic talent in kindergarten,
but I gave it a try and had a great time. Brian also sells some of his
art work in the studio. He told us that starting April, 2014, the
guests who visit the studio will be able to do their paintings on canvas
instead of the dried nut we used and eventually made into a key ring.
All the paints were made from natural ingredients native to Aboriginal
art. Although Brian was born deaf, he has mastered both conversation
and playing the didgeridoo very well.
Once
we finished our painting "class", we were on the way to meet our
Indigenous guide, Roy to do the Wander tour into the lush rainforest of
the World Heritage Listed Daintree National Park - Mossman Gorge. This
is the home of the Kuku Yalanji people. We were able to experience one
of the world's oldest and most beautiful rain forests on the planet. It
was an easy going walk across board walks, tracks and bridges
protecting the delicate landscape. It was a little too cold to swim so
we didn't have any takers for this experience. We did learn a lot about
the Indigenous history, the education of their young boys and girls,
marriage traditions and we were able to see how Roy was able to obtain
soap from the sasaporilla plant. Our tour was completed and we had
lunch at the new Mossman Gorge Centre.
Once we
finished lunch we were on our way again to meet with Brandon to find out
more about hunting and gathering......Off with the long pants and on
with the shorts as we prepared to choose our spears and head out into
the crystal waters (okay the tide was out so it was mainly the mudflats
of Cooya Beach) to gather shell fish, mussels and whatever else could be
found along the way and in the Mangrove forest. Some were hunters,
some were gatherers and a couple of us watched the tide come in. After
the exercise, we all gathered across the street from the beach where
Brandon's parents have their home. They are very gracious hosts and
treated us to tea and muffins while Brandon cooked the catch of the
day. Those who eat shell fish based in the spicy flavor of the catch. A
great end to a meaningful and educational tour.
Monday, September 23, 2013
Wednesday, September 18, 2013
The Thoughts of "H"
A few years ago, while traveling in Queensland, Australia, I was fortunate to meet a wonderful poet named Harry Donnelly. Periodically I receive an original poem from "H" and I'd love to share this one with you. His poems are always thought provoking and this one seems to fit for me (and maybe you?)
the
thoughts of ‘H’
(the
cleansing)
#281
He
decided on a spring-clean at his place amongst the trees,
a
neighbourhood of animal and sweet bird-life if you please.
A
dust up…not too fancy, though a clean out just the same,
when
he felt a certain feeling which he couldn’t quite explain.
It
was kind of like a nagging at his present state of mind,
so
he sat within sweet nature just to feel what he could find.
Almost
immediately his thought process became forever clear,
this
spring-clean had to start within that space between the ears.
So
he stayed amidst the peace and calming comforting surrounds
of
Mother Nature’s ever soothing ever meditative sounds.
Piece
by cluttered piece his mind began its letting go
of
the countless insignificant collective thoughts left there to grow.
He
was cleaning out the stuff that over time had gathered there,
slowly
incubating to a point — too much to bear.
In
a process oh so gentle so as to leave no scar or bruise
he
was in a state of ‘all to gain’ with ‘nothing left to lose’.
It
was quite a special happening…gifted in sweet nature’s way,
on
a heaven-sent type morning of a glowing springtime day.
This
cleansing of the mind was flowing gently cross the soul
to
a place of free and easy where contentment had evolved.
Then…amidst
his relaxation something niggled at his mind,
a
shift was taking place and carefree thoughts were left behind.
As
angry storm-clouds burst above…his gratefulness was doused,
by
the sudden realisation — still had to clean that bloody house.
Harry
Donnelly
(265)
20-9-13
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