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10 November 2016

14, at Trevallyn

I always liked to go alone
on the path through the bush
down to the Gorge and the peacocks.
I would find a staff to help me over the stones.

On the path through the bush
there were many fallen branches 
the right weight and length, firmness and give.

Down to the Gorge and the peacocks 
the way was uneven and steep.
I swapped my skirts for pants.

I would find a staff to help me over the stones,
test the grip, and set out like a legendary explorer,
with no-one to see me as just a weak girl.


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14 comments:

  1. Anonymous10 November 2016 at 21:39

    How wonderful that path, how far it leads inside, what glories lie ahead!

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  2. Thotpurge10 November 2016 at 22:04

    swapped pants for skirts... a determined girl indeed!

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  3. Linda Stevenson10 November 2016 at 23:01

    Have a very clear picture of your on your steep trek

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  4. Panchali11 November 2016 at 00:36

    Aah, this is lovely! Bushwhacking is mentally demanding!!

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  5. Sumana Roy11 November 2016 at 00:53

    aw...you made us see the adventurous girl and feel her spirit :I swapped my skirts for pants.

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  6. Sanaa Rizvi11 November 2016 at 02:04

    This is beautiful! Such a liberating write ❤️

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  7. Mary11 November 2016 at 04:13

    Sometimes it is good to travel a path alone. A 'staff' is all the company one needs!

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  8. Sherry Blue Sky11 November 2016 at 05:05

    I love the image of you with a staff, intrepid explorer. I used to ride my bike out into the country and then hike up into the hills - it is amazing I didnt encounter a rattlesnake, but once a herd of cows followed me because I was singing.........LOL.

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  9. Anonymous11 November 2016 at 10:54

    The imagery in this is magical

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  10. Susan12 November 2016 at 05:12

    Total freedom from tbe gaze, from safety and with nature's gifts.

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  11. Rosaria Williams12 November 2016 at 07:17

    Lovely. We must find ways to get across, don't we?

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  12. Marja12 November 2016 at 17:10

    test the grip, and set out like a legendary explorer, Love it
    We can do what we imagine we can

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  13. kaykuala12 November 2016 at 18:42

    the way was uneven and steep.
    I swapped my skirts for pants.

    Once you've set your mind nothing to stop you. Motivated by the outdoors is a bonus!

    Hank

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  14. Intelliblog16 November 2016 at 17:20

    Our goal makes us choose the right way to negotiate the path to it, Rosemary! As long as that goal is clear, one realises quickly that the rocky path demands stout shoes, comfortable and serviceable clothes and firm resolve. A helping staff never goes astray ;-)

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