15th June 2022
I sit writing this under one of my favourite trees in palm grove section of Tamborine National Park. .Nearby a creek flows, the occasional birdsong can be heard whipping through distant tree tops. Underfoot Lillypilly fruit and palm fronds brown, returning to the earth.
For one unimportant reason or another I have not been in this forest since the rains came with such ferocity, took up residence then slowly faded away leaving the paths more stony, branches fallen and canopy opened with the collapse of various trees.
I came to search for Quandong fruit having seen branches laden with flowers in my nearby street.
In the forest only last seasons seeds adorn the path and I cannot see clearly the canopy, my eyes growing less sharp as the years roll on.
The air at winters’ midday
is rainforest fresh
earthy
free.
My lungs fill.
My heart beats stronger.
My head clears.
I continue my walk
renewed.
detail from Seeing the Forest for the Trees
inspiration in Palm Grove National Park