The storms brought the rain, soaked up by a thirsty country. The wetlands turn into a mystical place, awaiting the lakes to fill once more. Tread with care, my soul, as the soil gets smoother, feeling the cold under my toes, wondering, which step will make my body sink deeper into the ground. Touching more intensely what belongs itself, careful steps one by one. Trying not to claim a thing that can’t easily be removed or carried with my hands. Still appearing as an intruder, still wearing the colonial guilt around my shoulders, heavy pushing me down to the ground. Carrying the inner voice of the conqueror, fitting into the landscape like a pattern, am I yet allowed to belong?
Am I the image of old paintings, the story of the man who came to question the land, its people? There it is my identity, non-existent without the shame, but stronger it grows through my listening to the spirits, who roam the earth, and share their wisdom with whoever wants to learn, whoever wants to listen. More rain will come.
Makuru – an interpretive exploration in movement and poem by Elisabeth Eitelberger
A journey of exploration, connection, wonder.
Dance in Nature
Nature of Dance
Dancing naturally
Natural and nurturing Dance
The smell of the rain
Soft soil under the feet
The sunlight warming up the skin
The song of the birds
Simplicity
Spontaneity
Feel
Hear
Listen
Smell
Sense
Experience
Life
Me, myself and I
Embraced by the power, wildness, softness and care of Nature
by Mayra Dinelli
In the southwest of Australia, the Nyoongar seasonal calendar (Bonar) includes six different seasons in a yearly cycle. These are Birak, Bunuru, Djeran, Makuru, Djilba and Kambarang. Each of the six seasons represents and explains the seasonal changes we see annually.