I may not recover from this day for a long time...my heart and soul where ripped from my chest. On arrival I was close to broken. The majesty of the bush restored me...long live the native forest, all hail the trees and the mountains and the valley, the flower and the fern...take away my pain and render it miniscule, petty in the face the vastness and the endlessness. Plunge to obscurity my fears and throw to oblivion the burden of hardship down the face of the gorge and lose the complexities of thought into a thousand far more complicated natural systems ....make me one and small again.
Again I was broken on return to my home but the memory of the bush now secured in my heart and mine feeds my strength and carries me forward softly she goes with breath.
O
and thanks Dave and Doug for being there on a whim