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Cape Paterson, by Emma Townshend

1/10/2020

9 Comments

 
Picture
Photo: Emma Townshend
By Emma Townshend
 
I’ve walked this path through many chapters of my life. Some I do not want to relive and many chapters I miss every day. This walk is always there for me.
 
When I first started walking along the beach here I loved the shapes of the cracks in the cliff rocks & thought of the secrets they held. These cracks in the cliff rock whispered stories to be uncovered from the density of my heart. Climbing up the dunes the shrubs and trees bend and stretch impossibly – clambering up like a litter of newborn blind pups sniffing for mum’s teats. I walked up, untangling my confused spirits.
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I’m not so young and confused now and the walk still feeds me every day. I know the tide will take what it takes and the shrubs, grasses and trees seem to know where they need to grow and that is endlessly reassuring.
9 Comments
Chris
4/10/2020 10:32:49 am

Beautiful and reassuring. Thank you.

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Martine
4/10/2020 02:25:44 pm

Beautiful.

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Zara
4/10/2020 07:10:17 pm

So magical.

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Nina wills
4/10/2020 08:22:23 pm

Very moving and beautiful sensitively written article - One can’t help but walk along the path emma describes at our beautiful cape Paterson

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Nina wills
4/10/2020 08:51:05 pm

Cape Patterson
Also
Loved the photo emma posted that she took with the story

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Christie
6/10/2020 12:15:54 pm

Beautiful photograph and thank you for sharing your heartwarming story. Christie

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Annette Marshall
6/10/2020 02:36:44 pm

Beautiful photo and words. Thank you for sharing

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Kate G
14/10/2020 10:07:31 pm

Such a lovely evocation.

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Simone
15/10/2020 04:50:24 pm

Beautiful image and words - just like their creator!

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