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A walkshop invitation for those attending the Australian Walking Artists gathering in the Otways, or for any walking artists around the world.
Listen to this audio at the start of your walk.
Record a 1-2 minute voice message about what you notice on your walk and send to Amy at a.tsilemanis@gmail.com
She will create a piece that weaves together all the voices and experiences anonymously.
Love to hear from you!
Audio Transcript:
Hello, welcome, Amy T here and a little adventure prompt for you.
Start inside a house
Before you leave the house, select any book from around you and turn to page 9, 53, or 202
Note an intriguing word, phrase, or sentence and write it down or remember it. This will be your walking companion.
Walk outside the house. If you’re not at Johanna find any tree that you’re drawn to and stand by it. At Johanna, you’ll head towards the peace tree. It’s a birch tree, between the house and the driveway, with a wonky brick path that leads to it, and a mushroom solar light at its base. It is also known as the fairy tree.
As you stand here with the tree, feel your feet on the ground and reach your eyes to the sky, and think about which traditional country you are on, sending respect to traditional owners, and to all the living inhabitants of this place.
The peace tree is a place to bring our offerings- shells and feathers, or our hopes and wishes.
We’ll return to this tree, or any you’ve chosen, at the end of the walk and I invite you to bring it something, physical or a thought or song, and leave your offering in any way you wish.
On your travels, record me a voice message, a dispatch from your wander, with the things you noticed and any questions or answers that may have arisen. I will weave our wanders and voices together.
A poem for your travels:
There is room for everyone
Waking with these words on my tongue,
The question mark in my gut,
Longing for it to become-
Truth
Turf toiled with love
The garden party, the cities ruined by bombs,
The bears-who know no borders-
Poisoned and re pieced
By a team of those who don’t believe in extinction
but that co-existence might still be done
Un-kin, in foreign skins, but blood within
Let there be room for everyone
All creatures under the sun,
Hold space not ground
Flowers to the butts of guns
In prayers of peace, to all not some-
Let there be room for everyone
Music beneath the poem is 'Speak Forever' by Gelareh Pour's Garden Quartet https://gelareh.bandcamp.com/album/garden-quartet
- Genre
- Storytelling