Once again I went bush with the ReWild Tribe and these are my very belated postcards and musings on all the wonderful things I found again out there in the wild.
POSTCARDS; Amazing moments
A storm was brewing at Bhundoo and people were seen flocking to their tents to zip doors and shut car windows. In whatever world I normally exist in rain usually requires a run to cover inside a building but at ReWild it means let’s go dance. As the storm swept in the sky was marbled with grey, green and blue. As the first drops fell from the sky there was a yell on the hill and all of a sudden figures ran from everywhere to dance, spin, twirl, bounce, yell, scream and sing the rain down. A cha-cha conga line formed and disintegrated, a body rhythm started and ended all while the rain streamed down in cool bursts and sudden stops.
Thunder thunder, lightning lightning, rain rain!
The Long House was busy with post dinner chatter when some poi and a hula hoop were seen nearby, gently swinging through the air in bright pink swishes and black, blurry circles. One by one people drifted in from the field. “Can I have a turn?” “Sure.” Another hula hoop appeared, music shakers were tossed around and a beat started in the Small House. Drum by drum a whole troop appeared. A glow stick fairy appeared from the dim hill and soon there was colour everywhere, on heads, in hands and in ears. Floating rainbow coloured poi appeared in the growing dark and the drums beat on. A spark in the dark led a running band of kids to shout, “Can I have one?” “Who’s got the sparklers?” and each in their turn set the night alight with tiny buzzing fires held at arm’s length or whirled around happy heads.
Wood Chop Victory
One ReWild afternoon when the sun had lost its bite and the shade had hit the woodpile, three ReWild boys picked up hatchets and axes. A watchful dad stood with eyes fixed as arms and axes swung and cautiously connected with their wooden targets. A few watchers gathered as with a thud a huge piece was put on the block. BOOM! The master wood chopper split the block almost all the way through but there was still a way to go. The ReWild boy lifted his axe and thud after thud he came closer to splitting the block. The suspense built until the watchers almost couldn’t keep their mouths shut. An axe was stuck in the wood and the ReWild boy struck it with another axe, again and again the axe swung and the wood ever so slowly creaked and cracked open. Until finally with a last swing and thud the piece of wood fell in two. A shout and applause rang out from the watchers as the wood chop victory finally arrived.
As week one was drawing to a close, the field was a little more quiet as it’s wonderful occupants emptied out onto the highway with cars packed high. Our convoy of two was pulling out along the dirt road when red brake lights came on and a head popped out of the car. “You have to see this!” There in the middle of the road just beyond the front gate was a beautiful python. He had beautiful yellow markings but he wasn’t too happy to see Georgie and I so we quickly left him alone. The fact that he wasn’t in a zoo made him… or her even more special because that’s maybe the best kind of animal you can ever see, a wild one.
The first time I saw the Goanna he appeared behind Nella’s tent and I was just as in awe when he later turned up trying to steal rubbish from the kitchen. He had beautiful brown patterns on his tail and yellow markings down his neck. The way that he ran and his hilarious attempt to hide on the other side of a dead tree even though I could see his hands and feet gripping the tree was really special, not everyone gets to see a comedic Goanna.
Like A Kid
The rope swing is a pretty popular place so most of my rope swing antics happened late at night. Swinging and looking up at a night sky full of stars couldn’t have been more perfect. Add to that two other mentors swinging my feet causing me to laugh uncontrollably and it was the perfect rope swing scenario.
This used to be my favourite thing to do in the water but somewhere along the line I became really conscious of and uncomfortable with being unable to breathe. At first I wondered if I’d be able to convince myself to do it again but with one decisive motion I was under and along the bottom of the river like I wanted. I let my control get washed away with the current and gave in to the feeling of being under the ripples left by my feet.
I really liked running as a kid before running became a competitive pursuit which pretty much ruined it for me because I didn’t want to be compared, I just wanted to be free. This camp I discovered while rushing back and forth from my car that I could run a fair way without choking for breath. With that tiny discovery I started running everywhere, even when I wasn’t in a rush, even when I had nowhere to be and it felt GREAT.
My favourite phrase in French is Raspberry Lemonade (Framboise Limonade). My ‘tattoo artist’ was really good so I ended up with a beautiful script complete with crest/shield. I even tried my hand at tattooing because I was so relaxed my fear of stuffing it up wasn’t around and a beautiful pattern emerged which I was glad I could give to someone else.
See you in the wild?