The alive world is a place of intimate, luscious entanglement, a place as real and strong as bones. This world is hidden, precious and wild, inside everything. For me, I can’t get there unless I open the door inside myself – but when I do, I realise that the way in is also the way […]
For the last few years I’ve had the thrill and privilege of being involved in a secret project. Secret, because it first had to get officially signed off by over a dozen different partner organisations. On Monday it was announced, the Birrarung Valley Walk, an official 220 kilometre, 13 day journey from the sea to
I have been a researcher of the imaginal for many years now. A strong interest has always been the inter-relationship between traditions that use different language, yet to me demonstrate their close ties particularly through the similarities in what I call ‘felt sense’ descriptors; experiences of love, humility, care and gentle curiosity are felt in
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I can’t tell you about the world of co-becoming. You have to come with me. We have to go there together. I mean, I try. I try to tell, but to write about it always feels wanting. Because ‘about it’ is the problem. In the experience of co-becoming, there is no writing about, there is only
Sometimes all you experience of something is a story, but that’s enough to light you up. That was me just seeing the signs for the project Carpe Exitus at Confest; a rolling workshop of fishing for, preparing, and eating the feral carp, then making a soft leather with the skin. I heard the story around
An excerpt from my PhD A Secret History of Listening There is no way to engage in this kind of perception as a way of life, especially if you go deep with it, if you do not do specific work with the various consciousness modules that make up the self. It is crucial to understand
The presence that I became aware of, around and within me, is apprehended through an act of rapt, silent attention, both passive and probing, like sonar. And what the presence seems to be is the web itself, the thrumming relationality of all things. – Joanna Macy, from the introduction to Rilke’s Book of Hours: Love
Writing with the Earth, with World, with Country, with Body, with Breath, (capitalised here because we experience them as animate forces, as ‘persons’ if you will) can be done in a number of ways. I introduce it in co-becoming courses through a meditative state, because this is a sure way to depth, but we can
I was drawn to revisit Mt Baw Baw, near the source of Birrarung, while preparing for this exhibition. I came across this large and magnificent snow gum, and discovered, cut into the bark, these symbols. The day before I had sketched that very pattern of a diagonal cross bisecting a circle. I was creating a
Country, how shall I tend you? I send out the shining strands and bring you in. I bring you to me. Listen. Don’t hoard your longing. I gave you this longing so you would see me. Don’t be afraid to love, and don’t be afraid to reveal what you love. In this way you will