Thoughts and photos, mainly of my interaction in the Ruahine ranges in the North Island of Aotearoa, the place I now call home and where my wandering soul finally found peace.
"we shall liveby the soundof the riverand let the colours of her moodsbe the only measureof mountain time"NAAIICCE!
Nice one Robb. The matching of the photo to the prose says it all too. Well done.Keep up the good thought provoking work my friend.CheersDonald
Kia ora baruk, Cheers!Rangimarie,Robb
Kia ora Donald, I wrote those lines one day out in the Ruahine in my little notebook where they have stayed since. The other evening Charlie and I were looking at photos of the Ruahine and came across the sequence above. All the sudden those words written and put away came to life. Makes me glad I carry pen and paper with me in the mountains. Essential equipment. Hope all is well my friend. Kia kaha.Robb
Robb, I found I got quite a kick from leaving phone messages that I could be reached 8-5 Mountain Time. Seems like a much more interesting state of mind than Eastern or Central.No river to listen to at the moment but the rain is making strong sounds and earlier I climbed the hill and listened to the stirring but settling music of elk and perhaps some predator mixed in. The din is quieting here as the hotel closes this weekend and peace is returning to the land.
...living by the sound of the river, in mountain time. Sounds good to me. Back to the sound of school buzzers tomorrow. Good to know there IS always an escape.Lovely poem and pics Robb.
I've been reading a lot more poetry lately, especially ones about people and nature. Last Sunday I went up to Park City, Utah and walked along a mountain trail that fed my soul better than any meal. That's how poetry is to. It feeds and it gives nourishment to the soul.Thank you for your poetic soul, my friend!
we shall liveby the soundof the riverand let the colours of her moodsbe the only measure of mountain timeProfound words and something to life by. I love the sound of the river. It is very relaxing. Your poetry is beautiful.
Just lovely. And how can we measure time? I tried to explain it to Jack yesterday - the concept of time, and how unreal it is. I'm not sure he got it. I'm not sure I get it, quite, either.I love the absolute freedom of feeling that there is no beginning or end - just the now, and the moment, and the reality in front of us. The mountains are good teachers, that way. And, you have a gift for words, my friend.xoxo
Kia ora GT, Hope you find your way safe and sound to Duluth. It will be getting cold up there! Beautiful though.Cheers,Robb
Kia ora Pam, I escape to the mountains every day in some way or another. Kia kaha.Aroha,Robb
Kia ora Stella, Yes, the mountains and poetry do nourish our souls. I have "met" a few kindred souls your way, and those mountains are stunning. Aroha,Robb
Kia ora Marja, I have to write the music of the rivers and streams would be the "sound track" I would have in the back ground of my life at all times if I could.Aroha,Robb
Kia ora Ophelia, On my last outing in the mountains Charlie was asking me how long it would take to get up into the tops. I tried to explain "a few hours", then could see him struggling with that - my explanation was not that good. Then I broke it down into a 30 minute segment, he still struggled. Then I explained 30 minutes was like an episode of Family Guy. That he got. I am heading into the mountains alone for 4 days pretty soon. Looking forward to melting into the mountains and measuring my day by the rhythms there only. Kia kaha.Aroha,Robb
Beautiful words and pictures there Robb. You did good. I love the mountains and streams. They would be the only places that could remotely tempt me out of my little haven here in Bluff Country.
Hey Rob, camping out alone is something I can't even imagine. I am so out of spending time in the bush, it's not funny. The most forest I see is the park in the city. The trees are nice. I haven't gone into the bush for a long time. Except for driving in the bush which is not being in the bush.Good hiking and camping.
Oh Dear Wild Brother, this speaks to the core of me. You are SO beautiful, and what you express here is beautiful. I lost myself in this one. I could feel in ME how YOU felt sitting there. I miss the wild places and hope to get back to them soon....permanently, or at least more permanently. I am with you in these place and so glad "Little Snow Turtle" has been exposed to this great love of all things wild. I can't help but think of him and that video you did. I am still laughing over it. It was so creative on your part and so funny and endearing on his part. Stay free Wild Brother, always free. Thinking of you as you walk in spirit through my rainforest life. :) Aroha...always, your Wild Sister.
Kia ora TB, There are so many wonderful and alive places in my Taurangawaewae (Original Place), of Wisconsin/Minnesota. They were actually brought more to life by finding these mountains here so far away. I know you would appreciate these rivers. Please continue to do so here.Cheers,Robb
Kia ora Steve, I really believe all men should camp alone at least one night in their lives out in the bush, hell even in their own back yard. There are so many whom it would do good to reconnect with the rhythms of nature, even if just to remind ourselves there is something buried deep within us we should get to know. I am still looking. Thanks for stopping Steve, good to read from you. Kia kaha.Rangimarie,Robb
Kia ora Wild Sister, I just got back from the mountains where I read your book. You could have written this poem yourself. I knew if you saw these words you would understand immediately, and now I understand that even deeper. The river is up, the river is down, if you want to cross the river, or travel up or down it, what else matters but those simple facts! That is time. We all return to the Wild in the end. You are one of the few whom did so in these moments and can share them with us. May we all find the courage to let go sometime, somewhere, and feel that. The human world would be a far better place. Rave on my wonderful friend! Ti hei mauri ora!Aroha,Robb
"we shall liveby the soundof the riverand let the colours of her moodsbe the only measureof mountain time"Heading into the mountains again this weekend for 3 days by myself in the Eyre Mountains which are rarely visited.I love the absolute freedom of feeling that there is no beginning or end - just the now, and the moment, and the reality in front of us. Me too just imagine a clock with no dial, some times it good to plan ahead but alot of things happen for a reason. Living in the momment you also have a surprise.Working for DOC in Te anau for 4 months, almost 1 week has passed man it went quick, currently at the Burwood Takahe rearing centre for 3 weeks. Been feeding takahe chicks its amazing to watch them develop and grow over such a short time! Living on site here so a 2 min walk and I'm at work. Snow down to 300m here and got to see takahe in their natural habitat-Snow and tussock!Check out the website added some more pics and managed to get some of my fellow trainee rangers on a hell mission!Cheers Phillwww.freewebs.com/hellmission/
Mountain time has its own beat, it's own rythym and it's different from geological time. Thanks Robb.
Kia ora Phill, So cool to see you living your dream! Well done mate. Mountain time is the best time. "The reality in front of us" - how true. There is great beauty in that sort of simplicity, and I am heartened that as a young person you are so in tune with its rhythms. I will stop by and check out your place. Enjoy your solo time.Cheers,Robb
Kia ora Bob, Indeed. Particularly when we get the opportunity to spend more than just a few days, and we just are absorbed into the mountain rhythms. There is probably much we could learn from the cultures whom live in high places at all times. About time, patience, and connectedness.Cheers,Robb
Beautiful, Robb, and oddly comforting to me tonight. Thank you.
Kia ora Lynda, My pleasure.Aroha,Robb
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