Intuitive in the mode of passion
The Blog of Dr. Janelle Trees
There are those who use the old names in the pursuit of a misguided principle — that English speakers have a right to hegemony, to be the unquestioned namers of everything on the Australian islands.
"I felt something on the top of my head.” Claudia said, “A claw scratching on my skull! I was terrified!"
“The Rock protects itself,” said our Anangu friend. According to him, anyone who did ignorant, disrespectful things to Uluru or Kata Tjuta would suffer mental illness in later years.
Far below them the three young men they’d come to rescue were stuck inside an enormous chasm.
Looking out over the orange and pink sands, patterned by olive and citron greens of recent rains, I thought of our friend who died on that road. He flies with eagles.
I watched her breathing for three or four hours, checking her pulse, alert to any grimace or gasp.
'Couldn’t immigration make some allowance?’ asked my wife. ‘They really don’t care,’ said the officer, looking Claudia in the eye.
"The wild carrot has a leaf which is delicate and curved. We call it Aphrodite’s eyebrow. You have to be very careful though, because the other plant that looks like these is hemlock.”
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Banner photo of Uluru sunset by Grant McIver
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