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APRIL 15 2011: DAY NO 106 of 2011 : IN TIME, IT WILL HAVE ITS WAY.

Men may dam it and say that they have made a lake, but it will still be a river. It will keep its nature and bide its time, like a caged animal alert for the slightest opening. In time, it will have its way; the dam, like the ancient cliffs, will be carried away piecemeal in the currents. Wendell Berry.

RIVER QUOTES

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The quote above comes from a site I really like – THE RIVERS PROJECT.

Its an American site and I use it often. I like Rivers. This year we saw the Brisbane River assert itself and have its way. The Premier of Queensland wept and she spoke of the image of the Capital City as a 21st Century Modern City being washed out to sea. The River refused to be caged and walked on with floating walkways.

I knew little of Brisbane until 2007-2008 when I lived there while Izzy worked at the AUSTLIT project at the University of Queensland. We lived in the suburbs of Red Hill and Auchenflower and the Uni was at St Lucia. Google any of these words and you will see what happened to these suburbs at the beginning of 2011.

 

PHOTOS BEFORE AND AFTER.

THE FLOATING WALKWAY.

 

 

 

BRISBANE AND QUEENSLAND FLOODS ADOPT A CHILD OR FAMILY.

It might be best NOT to fight with the Earth. It seems to be quite capable of WAITING and coming back to itself – in its own time. I have watched the floods and seen the obscenity of the Gold Coast with its tottering towers. From Terranora Ridge I could see the black needle building which was in the early 2000s said to be ‘the tallest residential building in the world’. For some reason it always appeared to be BLACK. Dark. I don’t know why.  

Years back when ‘bushwalking’ was peaking in its aggressiveness, I watched and wondered what the hurry was and then a Nambucca  Man commented on the folly of it and the insult to the bush of the striding out, the heavy footed trekking and he went on walking through the bush. Taking note of a leaf here and a piece of fruit there. Just walking. Barely disturbing a thing. That’s an entirely different creature from ‘bushwalking’. Walking through the Bush is much like the River winding its way along.

I read in a Readers’ Digest once about a Safari in Africa – that was written back when white fellas hired black fellas to show them through the jungle. The White Fella roared through the jungle in a hurry to get no place and realised that the bearers weren’t with him. He back tracked and found them sitting on the ground and on logs, doing what looked like nothing.

Says he –“ What are you doing ?”

Says they – read this carefully and don’t underestimate the Storyteller – “We are waiting for our souls to catch up with our bodies.”

Men may dam it and say that they have made a lake, but it will still be a river. It will keep its nature and bide its time, like a caged animal alert for the slightest opening. In time, it will have its way; the dam, like the ancient cliffs, will be carried away piecemeal in the currents. Wendell Berry.

RIVER QUOTES

MARCH 31 2011: Day no 90 of 2011 : And being home, memory becomes a passion. A.D. Hope.

http://www.australianliterarycompendium.com/birdessay.html

COOLLECTIVE MEMORIES FROM BEFORE MY TIME.

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Memory becomes a passion.  Its 3.34pm now. I have been out for lunch with a young friend. At her house in the trees. Its made of stone and timbers. Lets sit down now on the Bench and have a Yaan about being Home again and the passion for memory that has come with that.

The ladies above are the HURRELL SISTERS. The one down the front on our left, well that’s Lucy Jane, my father’s grandmother. They are not in my conscious memory. They lived a bit south of here on the Macleay River.

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There is a storm rumbling around. It seems to be coming up from the South. I’m going to mind the stone and timber house for a few weeks. And a very large dog. When I decided to come home to the Bellingen Shire last year. I knew there was a baby coming but I didn’t know there was a sister leaving.

A year into being Home and Memories are with me. I remember a lot of storms. The wild ones of 1974 and the ones that ripped along the SOUTH ARM ROAD in 1995. The memory coming to mind is of Uncle Jim and the big eagle in Laurieton. I don’t know why it’s a vision that sticks with me and I don’t know the details and I am not even quite sure who Uncle Jim was but I was mightily impressed with the eagle with the huge wing span. When I went north to the Tweed the raptors were one of the captivating things for me. I liked the sugar cane and the cane fires and the river.

The News just came on TV and they say that petrol  could hit $2 a litre. That would be a bummer. In the 1970s – I used to say ‘ fill er up’ and they would do so for $2.

One of my intentions for 2011 is to do some more remembering. Passion is absorbed somewhat in grief at the moment but I shall initiate the re-membering anyhows. One reason for doing that is to assimilate my 6 decades and not become stuck into the land of Useter Be. I rather fancy moving through the rest of this decade with a bit of a sashay. Maybe not a sashay.  I just looked at the sashay videos and its not quite what I have planned for the rest of this year. Perhaps a cake walk or a Pride of Erin or something more Australian. Let me take another look and Grandma and the Aunts and see how they might have moved when wearing the world lightly.  They don’t actually look like they would wear the world too lightly but they might well have danced the Pride of Erin. I was taught it at school in the 1960s in N.S.W.

I think I would prefer to move something like this :

I am fairly sure I have not one chance at all of moving like these exquisite movers but the essence of how I wish to move on is someplace in the Bangarra legacy.

But those days are passed as well. I have a vision. A standing one legged in the shallows with a fishing line in hand and little fish swimming about. Don’t want to catch anything.

   

FEBRUARY 24 2011 : Day no 55: Even the weariest river winds somewhere safe to sea.

http://quotations.about.com/od/stillmorefamouspeople/a/Englishproverb1.htm

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GEM COLLECTION TOPIC : Even the weariest river winds somewhere safe to sea.

MAX BARRY TECHNIQUE NO 7 : The Intoxicant.

What: You consume alcohol, narcotic, or caffeine before writing.

We are approaching the end of the month. Its grey and clouded and cool here at home. The grass has grown long and the nights are grown darker. The kookaburra is still on the front fence and I’m sitting at my table at the windows once more.

Even the weariest river winds somewhere safe to the sea.

 

I have taken once more to chewing extra strong peppermints and musk lollies. They will for for stimulants this morning. And I shall do some river thinking. I live on the Northern Rivers of NSW. Most of them are not weary rivers. They are short feisty rivers with the mountains just behind them. The mighty Clarence is the exception to that. 400kms of winding river.

Here in Raleigh, the Bellinger runs along down the bottom of our road, meets up with the Kalang and flows out to sea at Urunga. Urunga – where the rivers meet the sea. We were down the road the other day and along a little at North Beach. The temperatures were high and the sun blitzing us. The Mob had come down the mountain from Armidale for the funeral and they were par boiled from the mid summer drive. So we went to the North Beach River Pool and there we swam.

ODDS AND ENDS ABOUT RIVERS.

BELLINGER TO THE HASTINGS.

  • BELLINGER
  • NAMBUCCA
  • MACLEAY
  • HASTINGS
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Even the weariest river winds somewhere safe to the sea.

Going south to Farewell, we crossed the Rivers that have been part of our family lives since the 1800s. We crossed the Bellinger, the Nambucca, the Macleay and reached the Hastings  where my sister’s river finally reached the Sea.

BELLINGER RIVER CARAVAN PARK
http://www.bellingerriver.com.au/

WEATHER AT REPTON ON THE BELLINGER.

TURTLES ON THE BELLINGER

Bellinger River is a national park in New South Wales (Australia), 411 km northeast of Sydney.

Fact sheet
  • Area: 28 km²
  • Latitude: 30° 24′ 34″ S
  • Longitude: 152° 41′ 38″ E
  • Date of establishment: January 1, 1997
  • Managing authorities: New South Wales National Parks and Wildlife Service

The Bellinger River Emydura Turtle, is a rare form of the freshwater turtle Emydura macquarii (Gray, 1830) and is restricted in distribution to the Bellinger River on the NSW mid north coast. The Bellinger River Emydura is known from two sites along a single stretch of the Bellinger River upstream from Thora. ORAMA SCHOOL PAGE.

   
SONG OF THE PADDLE

 

A Word to the Wise : Don’t underestimate the Story Teller.

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HOUSEBOAT AT MACKSVILLE ON THE NAMBUCCA.

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MACKSVILLE BRIDGE OVER THE NAMBUCCA.

BACK IN 1910.

A brief review of the fisheries of New South Wales, present and potential .. (1910)

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HISTORY OF THESE RIVERS.  
http://bellingenmuseum.org.au/  
http://www.kempsey.nsw.gov.au/historyvic.htm  
http://www.port-macquarie-historical-museum.org.au/  

LINKS TO N.S.W. RIVERS.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rivers_of_New_South_Wales

http://www.ausemade.com.au/nsw/resource/map/mainrivers.htm

http://maps.google.com.au/maps?q=Bellingen&um=1&ie=UTF-8&sa=N&hl=en&tab=wl

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