For too long now we've been separate from doing a rite of passage in nature. Separate from the oneness. The oneness we are with every thing. Everything within. And everything without.
Now's time. Time to regain our organic state. For it is always there. Usually waiting around. Waiting around for us to tap into once more through the heart stroll.
For there's a little group that still exists. A tribe. A expanding tribe. That always remembers. Remembers how to drop in to the knowledge of the wilderness. That remembers how to talk with the wilderness. That nonetheless communicates with nature. For they enter the forests. They wander the deserts. The grassy plains. And tap into the knowledge. And bring the knowledge back again. Back again to modern civilization the knowledge arrives.
Right before you get into this book I would just like to inform you a bit about myself to ensure that you receive a sense of who I am and exactly where I've come from.
Back in the 70's I was born on the outskirts of a town known as Bendigo in South-Eastern Australia. Our property was surrounded by a large number of acres of bushland. As a kid I used to invest many hrs by myself (and with our dog Zoe) discovering virtually each nook and cranny of that bushland.
I knew exactly where to find the quartz crystals. I knew exactly where the 'fairy grass' grew. I realized exactly where the turtles lived. And where the crows liked to go on scorching days. I realized exactly where to catch the very best yabbies and where the 'Chinese burn' trees lived. I knew where the water ran in heavy downpours. And I knew where the deepest mineshaft caves were.
In short, I was accustomed with the land.
And by this I don't just imply exactly where the physical objects were placed on the land. I realized her moods.
I knew how she felt in the warmth of a summer time afternoon. I knew how she expectantly opened up as thunder clouds started to brew around the horizon. I knew the crispness she was within the cold winter mornings as frost blanketed the grass and little bits of ice formed at the edges of her puddles.
This really is what I mean after i say I understand the land. Sort of like how you know an old buddy. Their small nuances. Their small idiosyncrasies. What a certain type of laugh and increase of the eyebrows means.
As I grew up I started to separate myself from the land. I spent a lot of time training and have become a champion athlete. I put my head down, studied a lot, got into University and completed two degrees - a Bachelor of Engineering along with a Bachelor of Commerce. I moved into the cities and worked lengthy hours as a qualified Civil Engineer.
Now's time. Time to regain our organic state. For it is always there. Usually waiting around. Waiting around for us to tap into once more through the heart stroll.
For there's a little group that still exists. A tribe. A expanding tribe. That always remembers. Remembers how to drop in to the knowledge of the wilderness. That remembers how to talk with the wilderness. That nonetheless communicates with nature. For they enter the forests. They wander the deserts. The grassy plains. And tap into the knowledge. And bring the knowledge back again. Back again to modern civilization the knowledge arrives.
Right before you get into this book I would just like to inform you a bit about myself to ensure that you receive a sense of who I am and exactly where I've come from.
Back in the 70's I was born on the outskirts of a town known as Bendigo in South-Eastern Australia. Our property was surrounded by a large number of acres of bushland. As a kid I used to invest many hrs by myself (and with our dog Zoe) discovering virtually each nook and cranny of that bushland.
I knew exactly where to find the quartz crystals. I knew exactly where the 'fairy grass' grew. I realized exactly where the turtles lived. And where the crows liked to go on scorching days. I realized exactly where to catch the very best yabbies and where the 'Chinese burn' trees lived. I knew where the water ran in heavy downpours. And I knew where the deepest mineshaft caves were.
In short, I was accustomed with the land.
And by this I don't just imply exactly where the physical objects were placed on the land. I realized her moods.
I knew how she felt in the warmth of a summer time afternoon. I knew how she expectantly opened up as thunder clouds started to brew around the horizon. I knew the crispness she was within the cold winter mornings as frost blanketed the grass and little bits of ice formed at the edges of her puddles.
This really is what I mean after i say I understand the land. Sort of like how you know an old buddy. Their small nuances. Their small idiosyncrasies. What a certain type of laugh and increase of the eyebrows means.
As I grew up I started to separate myself from the land. I spent a lot of time training and have become a champion athlete. I put my head down, studied a lot, got into University and completed two degrees - a Bachelor of Engineering along with a Bachelor of Commerce. I moved into the cities and worked lengthy hours as a qualified Civil Engineer.
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