Bush Cathedral

Bush Cathedral

The red gums stretch up and just when you think they cannot go any further they bend, twist and touch forming a pantheon. In their reaches birds hover and fly barely visible in their protection.

On the floor we walk on the carpet they have gently laid down it softens and soothes our footsteps, caressing our tired concrete sore feet.

As we shuffle around the mist of their expiry seeps into us, the vapour of eucalypt reaches deep into our lungs and invigorates our blood.

Ants scurry up the knarred trunks, spiders weave their webs, possums have left their scars, parrot holes are exposed on the severed limbs, and stick nest indicate the crow and hawk.

The river seeps past skirting the cathedral but the debris and detritus of its incursions into it are all around. Mounds of grey and black flood carriage are scattered here and there as if by the hand of God.

We play amidst its grandeur, light a fire as if in sacrifice in its interior. The children scamper in and out among its columns and sometimes up them. Our stories, songs and thoughts are like prayers among its vaults, rising with the smoke in silent tribute to the saviour of our heart and soul. The Bush Cathedral.

 

Have just spent some time up on the magical Edwards River in NSW.
With me were; Maureen, Terry, Denver, Josef, Marlee and Bogie.