February 21, 2009 | Leave a comment Campbell Park Hill Audio clip: Adobe Flash Player (version 9 or above) is required to play this audio clip. Download the latest version here. You also need to have JavaScript enabled in your browser. Come if you will, come with me and let us call out to nature for our new beginning. Let us walk carefully so we do not step on the ants and crawling things that live amongst the gravel until we are at the crest of the big high hill in the park. Let us stretch our arms wide at the edge of the drop and turn our palms up towards the blue sky so they catch the weight of the sunshine and head back, eyes shut, allow the beams to drip between our fingers. Let the ancient soul trapped within us scramble to the surface and escape through our mouths as we call out an old wordless song to the valley and the little rivers below. We shall feel the warm wind gently tug at our hair and flick our collars about us and mingle with our calling voices so they are borne like kites made of sound to the sheep in the far fields and the dog-walking people who lumber their sticks in arcs to their lolloping furry companions. In that moment we must close our eyes tighter so we can let the glory of this simple pleasure flush out the modernity of us until we are once again cavemen at Piltdown, hunters in the rainforest and dust-covered people who dig honey from bee’s nests with a pointed stick. Share on Facebook