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Moonbeams on my shoulder. The crunch of gravel. Insects flicker in my headlight; a cone of light surrounded by black. Long grasses border the trail. They stand and sway like wayward sentinels, still drunk on the day’s heat. I know how they feel. The night air is a kind reprieve. The sky sprinkled with a million stars. A gentle breeze drifts over dry paddocks. Occasionally, the dust is punctuated by the sweet… Read More
Break in Transmission A change of season A change of pattern A cold is caught Achoo! ≡ What was I taught? Rest, she had said Take time to recover Bless you. ≡ No riding, no writing No swimming, no play Just runny nose and goo Oh, poo! ≡ A break in transmission Time to sit still Settle in the changes Renew. ©Gail Rehbein 2017
I hadn’t planned to ride in the Bunya Mountains. An invitation arrived to share a cabin there over the long weekend with friends. It’d been the late 90s since I’d visited the Bunyas so I was looking forward to going there again. Bicycle riding, though, was unlikely to be in the equation. The Bunya Mountains sit like an elevated island of rainforest habitat surrounded by dry flat plains that stretch to the horizon. Sitting at about 1000 metres above… Read More
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