An Afternoon in Murwillumbah
In the grove, the Goddesses gather
in bright velvet cloaks, in a small semi-circle
of folding chairs overlooking a gully.
Four are white-haired, two fair, one dark.
On the ground we have placed yellow flowers
and a statuette of Gaia, rounded and fecund.
(There’s a dragonfly drawn on her belly
and a long carved braid down her back.)
We settle, breathe. With the tips of our tongues
we taste the air. We close our eyes. Shrill birds,
too high for us to see, call and call in the trees.
We open our eyes, let them take in all we see.
Because it’s a grove, I speak the Druid prayer.
Then our Grandmother Goddess leads us
in a meditation for the Earth. We each become
a raindrop, falling through branches.
The raindrop enters the stream. The stream
descends underground, feeds plants
and the roots of trees, heads to join the river….
We hear the constant sound of moving water.
After we bring ourselves back, resurfacing,
a fat black dog from the park behind us,
not much older than a puppy, pounds the grass
and dashes in amongst us, full of joy.
We hug the dog, and greet the unknown woman
who follows, laughing, to fetch her –
not at all startled to find us here in our cloaks
contemplating the gully under the tall trees.
This little town between river and mountain
is matter-of-fact about things like that.
‘You’ve been meditating,’ she says. We agree,
standing and gathering our stuff.
‘I saw all the cars,’ she says. ‘I thought the park
would be full of dogs to play with. When I saw
it was empty, I let her off her leash.’ We assure her
it’s fine. The dog gets in a few more happy hugs.
Written for Weekly Scribblings #68: Where Are You Placed? at Poets and Storytellers United. Murwillumbah is a rural town in the sub-tropical Northern Rivers region of New South Wales, Australia, a little south of the Queensland border and half an hour's drive inland from the coast.
Rosemary, I lived your lovely poem. Puppy dogs make instant love, as does a lovely lady with a dragonfly drawn on her belly. I always stop to study tattoos.
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Nature lovers tend to like animals.
DeleteA vivid gathering of the goddesses, Rosemary, in a place you have evoked so magically. I especially enjoyed the appeal to the senses in the lines:
ReplyDelete‘We settle, breathe. With the tips of our tongues
we taste the air. We close our eyes. Shrill birds,
too high for us to see, call and call in the trees.
We open our eyes, let them take in all we see.’
The friendly dog was a surprise.
A surprise to us too, Kim! LOL. I included that encounter in the poem as I think it's also very typical of Murwillumbah.
DeleteThe onliest place you can be is where you will yourself to go, eh?
ReplyDeleteEnjoyed this encounter very much. Thanks!
You're welcome!
DeleteI really loved this poem. From childhood right through to retirement both my wife and I had one dog or another to please us and then the kids and to take on walks and bark at the front door when someone knocked. They can be very good companions.
ReplyDeleteDogs are great. In the past I had both dogs and cats.
DeleteYou successfully created for us the mysteriously magic atmosphere of the gathering in the deep woods and, when we were enthralled, you introduced the black puppy to bring us back to reality. A beautiful write, Rosemary.
ReplyDeleteThanks, Bev. Glad you enjoyed it.
DeleteMostly I've practiced solitary. But I had a very good friend not so long ago who could always be counted on for that sort of group work. Those were always magical moments, and my dog only interrupted sometimes, LOL.
ReplyDeleteI often practice solitary too. But am blessed that in this town I can be part of this circle of women, most of whom I've known for many years, who try to embody the qualities of the Divine Feminine, and to use energy for healing (as well as helping others, and each other when necessary, in practical ways). Not specifically Pagan – though several of us are – we encompass a number of spiritual paths: Buddhist, Christian, Hare Krishna, New Age ... none of which gets in the way of our focus on the Goddess and the Earth when we get together. It feels very enfolding.
DeleteWonderful. What struck me was "This little town between river and mountain
ReplyDeleteis matter-of-fact about things like that." Too bad more places can't be like that. I know my town isn't.
Yes, I am very blessed to live here. I forget how unlike most other towns it is, until visitors comment on the fact.
DeleteSuch a vivid and intimate moment. I feel like I'm part of the circle, experiencing the woods, tasting the air, getting closer to all...
ReplyDeleteOh, good! You'd be very welcome.
DeleteGroves are a cool choice. The fat black dog was a fun image!
ReplyDeleteYes, the grove was cool and the dog was fun. As you say.
DeleteNice one. Happy Wednesday
ReplyDeleteMuch❤love
Same to you, Gillena.
DeleteSomehow, I think, the dog was bearing the spirit(s) of the place where you sat. How appropriate that the dog greeted you with joy, and you reciprocated the greeting. Spirits to spirits.
ReplyDeleteYes, I felt it was all in keeping.
DeleteA lovely time in Murwillumbah's grove. I can picture it from your description.
ReplyDeleteI'm glad you enjoyed spending time with us here.
Deletevibrant and welcoming ~
ReplyDeleteGood!
DeleteMagical, mystical .... I want to journey there. Thank you so much for sharing this with us!
ReplyDeleteHow welcome you would be to join us! Either in person or in spirit.
DeleteWhat an enchanting place! Do you suppose the joyful pup had another purpose for being there?
ReplyDeleteI think the experience of joy was purpose enough for all concerned.
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