sang along his Songlines, singing his physical and spiritual landscape into existence in a constant state of arrival, creation, acknowledgment and respect. But he could hardly sing fast enough. These songs were created for and at walking pace and relate to specific topographical features. Motorised speed compressed the depth of experience and did not have adequate breathing space. What a model of belonging! As I become increasingly enmeshed in the nature writing family, I can identify The Spell of The Sensuous as a pivotal work for my thinking. It is a book that is best read in short feasts – put down intermittently to digest the words and let them work their alchemy on your perception.
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