Not much to say; an Ocean to speak . . .
Galaxies and stars, swirls in god-breath. Rock pools and luminous ancestral beings. Serpents and Songlines in Sandstone. Always.
Face and Body of the holy She.
Birth. Spirit, in-Forming
A life’s walk. In 2.40 minutes.
Incarnation, embryogenesis, midlines and Eldered-Guardians.
That which sung me here, and rings right through me:
The House Of The Broken Wing
Made on the cusp of solar eclipse and new moon in Libra.
Click the image to watch the film. Best with headphones, but I understand ~
The soundscape is the exquisite voice of Ekaterina Shelehova, ‘Earth Melodies’.
I’d love to hear how this lands in your body. The comments are enabled.
Love, Narelle x
These images were made on Darkinjung Country in October 2019. A time of profound return to Country, to my body, to my own ecosystem of incarnation.
I acknowledge the Traditional Custodians of the lands and waters I walk, and their continued connection to and deepest knowledge of lands and waters.
I thank my father, James Carter, for initiating me into all that is Place.
I felt an ache in my heart ... and an old remembering, which a younger self would have called foolish, that these rock pools are entire universes ... Your creations are mesmerising!
I sense a bone-deep longing, penetrating vocal tones co-responding with imagery that aches, a guttural, primal knowing that wants to be felt, heard, seen, touched.