Avon Catchment Council 14th December 2008
Yeyi moort-ngaanaarng, kaaram baal Avon Catchment Council, nidja nyitiyang yaaly-bidiyaa-yok, soil scientist, baal ngany mar-waarngkiny: "Yuart! Noonook, one culture, one people, one place..." Yey woort-koorl!
Yeyi baal yaaly-bidiyaa baal kaadidjbert nidja Noongar-aa-boodjaa... yeyi nidja bidiyaa-yok, baal kaataa-waarngkiny....Noongar-aa-noll dalanginy, djuret-bert, yaaly nornabin!!
Sunday, December 14, 2008
Meeak: Ali djinang
Ali djinang!! 14th December 2008
Yey baal, meeak bidiyaa baal koombaar, baalaa yok, nidja boodjaa, baal kaalanginy! 38.4 degrees kaalanginy!! Koonkaa-kep kwoordidjiny, yey baal meeak baal boodjaa dandanginy, woolagat, yaaragat ngaardaa-djinaanginy...lover's kaanine-djil - bwoorr nidja maaret baal djoorapiny bilerniny...
Baalang kootjal, doorntjal baalap kwopidaa, this earth and the moon doorntjal keniny, moonyanginy kenyabiny koorliny
Ali djinang!!
Yey baal, meeak bidiyaa baal koombaar, baalaa yok, nidja boodjaa, baal kaalanginy! 38.4 degrees kaalanginy!! Koonkaa-kep kwoordidjiny, yey baal meeak baal boodjaa dandanginy, woolagat, yaaragat ngaardaa-djinaanginy...lover's kaanine-djil - bwoorr nidja maaret baal djoorapiny bilerniny...
Baalang kootjal, doorntjal baalap kwopidaa, this earth and the moon doorntjal keniny, moonyanginy kenyabiny koorliny
Ali djinang!!
Tuesday, December 9, 2008
Ngaalar Djoolaa Mereny Daartjabin
Ngaalar Djoolaar Mereny-Daartjabin 10-12-08
Ngaalar djoolaar yaalyabin... Wadj-djoolar yaalyabin... Kaaram ngaalaa kaalap Wadjak, yeyi yaaly, boodjaabin djirrilymaari mereny-daartjabin
Ngaalar djoolaar yaalyabin... Wadj-djoolar yaalyabin... Kaaram ngaalaa kaalap Wadjak, yeyi yaaly, boodjaabin djirrilymaari mereny-daartjabin
Monday, December 8, 2008
The soil is the bones of billions
The soil is the bones of billions 9th December 2008
Has anyone thought of what one does when they take a handful of soil?
We gardeners know such things.
Soil ain't soil but the skeletons of billions...
Sure, what we see as humus is the combined breakdown of trees and water mixed from generations and the millenia of turbulent and moon fed movements of life.
And this mixing into the soil of blood and bone is the manure of earth, the perpetual mixing of our ancestors we place into the pots and beds beneath the roots of plants and seedlings.
Look closely and you can see the white slivers of bone, the granules of the infinite ancestral umbilical chords connected to the umpteen lives of people and the things that inspired them.
The soil we walk over we too will become.
The soil speaks to those who still to listen.
"These fingers that turn me over and over I have felt before"
"Not so long ago I felt the wooden waana that turned the soil and dug the goanna from its burrow"
"And these white grains, you would not know it, but I have heard the cry of the humpback and the clicks of the sperm whale, and felt the soft touch of a starfish and felt the explosion of the wave near the shore.
And so, as you plant that rose or petunia, or kangaroo paw remember... it has been planted before, this soil, all of us, but not by you...
Has anyone thought of what one does when they take a handful of soil?
We gardeners know such things.
Soil ain't soil but the skeletons of billions...
Sure, what we see as humus is the combined breakdown of trees and water mixed from generations and the millenia of turbulent and moon fed movements of life.
And this mixing into the soil of blood and bone is the manure of earth, the perpetual mixing of our ancestors we place into the pots and beds beneath the roots of plants and seedlings.
Look closely and you can see the white slivers of bone, the granules of the infinite ancestral umbilical chords connected to the umpteen lives of people and the things that inspired them.
The soil we walk over we too will become.
The soil speaks to those who still to listen.
"These fingers that turn me over and over I have felt before"
"Not so long ago I felt the wooden waana that turned the soil and dug the goanna from its burrow"
"And these white grains, you would not know it, but I have heard the cry of the humpback and the clicks of the sperm whale, and felt the soft touch of a starfish and felt the explosion of the wave near the shore.
And so, as you plant that rose or petunia, or kangaroo paw remember... it has been planted before, this soil, all of us, but not by you...
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