half way through...
#tteerriitt #CelebratingBahaullahs200thBirthdayAnniversary
music playing through the gallery ...thank you Dimitris Giovis ...
www.youtube.com/watch?v=ryfuZFcp5uE
below is my exhibition opening poem and story about the magic of the moment...
"Coolbardie" call (magpie call)
by myself and my dear friend, Maggie, who taught me how to do the call over 25 years ago.
Next Lindsay Calyun an Elder of the Noongar people of this region in Western Australia gave a Welcome to Country...
It was the Elder Lindsay Calyun, who told me what the name for Magpie was in Noongar...so after the exhibition I looked up the correct spelling and this is what I found...
"According the Noongar Dreaming, the sky was once so close to the ground that trees could not grow, people had to crawl and all the birds were forced to walk everywhere.
Working together they managed to prop up the sky with sticks, but it threatened to break the sticks and collapse to earth again – with potentially disastrous consequences. The clever magpies, however, took a long stick in their beaks and pushed it up and up until the sky sprang into its proper place, revealing the sun and, with it, the first dawn.
The magpies' boastful singing each morning is to remind everybody of their important role in creation.
Its unique song is reflected in its Noongar name: "Coolbardie". The mining town of Coolgardie means "magpie" in the Goldfields Aboriginal dialect."
www.smh.com.au/…/magpies-have-chortled-since-the-ver…
following Lindsay's Welcome to Country I read my poem written for the occasion of my Exhibition not knowing about the history of the Magpie "Coolbardie's"...
"Coolbardie" calls (MAGPIE CALLS)
"Coolbardies" (Magpies) call to each other,
calling when they need help,
support to raise the next generation,
letting each other know where there is food,
or urgent help to gather when under threat,
to survive they have to work together,
they have to unit,
they have to unit,
they have to unit.
You have all gathered here today,
heard my call to the opening of this Ancient Beauty Exhibition,
honouring the 200th Anniversary of the Birth of Bahá’u’lláh,
every one of us here tonight has been sung by this sacred land,
called to be here,
first nations people have been here from the beginning,
a beginning that does not impose time lines,
all of us have roots that take our ancestors back,
back to their own first nation ancestries,
some of you have arrived recently,
have ancestors that arrived with the first fleets,
all branches and leaves of the one
Tree of Life,
all with the same trunk,
same root at its very centre,
in perfect balance,
my interwoven photographs point towards that ancient place,
still resonating,
still echoing through time and space,
singing and calling to us all in melodies of immense beauty,
ancient wonderment to remember we are all leaves on that one Ancient Tree,
all flowers of one Beautiful Garden,
this ancient root connects all the branches,
feeding all the leaves,
nutrients that have kept the Tree of Life flourishing,
flourishing through endless cycles,
now is the time of the fruiting of the
Tree of Life,
Spiritual Spring time for all of humanity is here,
it is to this concept,
this metaphor that,
the Ancient Beauty exhibition has been created,
my desire as an artist to reflect that centre,
where the physical and the spiritual realms coexist,
interweave,
dance together listening to ancient melodies,
a core where the seen and the unseen,
visible and invisible unite,
all of these concepts speak to and inform my,
my uniquely crafted interwoven photographs
reflecting this uniting of colour and light,
reflecting this uniting of colour and light,
reflecting this uniting of colour and light.
"Coolbardie" calls (MAGPIE CALLS)
Time to act as the "Coolbardies" (magpies) do,
listing for the call of unity,
listing to the call of inner truth,
listing to the call of the in gatherings,
seek what is calling to upliftment,
nurture the next generations,
step out into the light,
enter the realm of understanding,
warm your heart by its radiance,
turn your back on the darkness,
courage to go against the comfort of fear,
leave behind the heavy chains of despair,
put on the wings of flight,
escape the earthly limitations imposed by conformity,
disrobe the garment of contention,
embrace the spiritual freedoms,
embedded in love,
which feeds the Ancient Root,
humanity maturity bursting from every branch,
twigs and leaves bearing the Spiritual Springtime blossoms,
fruiting Divine beams of light,
reflecting out to all of humanity,
in diverse colours and forms,
summoning all to eat their fill of its abundance,
Divine fruits of Unity,
Divine fruits of Unity,
Divine fruits of Unity.
by Terri Turner September 2017
half way through...
#tteerriitt #CelebratingBahaullahs200thBirthdayAnniversary
music playing through the gallery ...thank you Dimitris Giovis ...
www.youtube.com/watch?v=ryfuZFcp5uE
below is my exhibition opening poem and story about the magic of the moment...
"Coolbardie" call (magpie call)
by myself and my dear friend, Maggie, who taught me how to do the call over 25 years ago.
Next Lindsay Calyun an Elder of the Noongar people of this region in Western Australia gave a Welcome to Country...
It was the Elder Lindsay Calyun, who told me what the name for Magpie was in Noongar...so after the exhibition I looked up the correct spelling and this is what I found...
"According the Noongar Dreaming, the sky was once so close to the ground that trees could not grow, people had to crawl and all the birds were forced to walk everywhere.
Working together they managed to prop up the sky with sticks, but it threatened to break the sticks and collapse to earth again – with potentially disastrous consequences. The clever magpies, however, took a long stick in their beaks and pushed it up and up until the sky sprang into its proper place, revealing the sun and, with it, the first dawn.
The magpies' boastful singing each morning is to remind everybody of their important role in creation.
Its unique song is reflected in its Noongar name: "Coolbardie". The mining town of Coolgardie means "magpie" in the Goldfields Aboriginal dialect."
www.smh.com.au/…/magpies-have-chortled-since-the-ver…
following Lindsay's Welcome to Country I read my poem written for the occasion of my Exhibition not knowing about the history of the Magpie "Coolbardie's"...
"Coolbardie" calls (MAGPIE CALLS)
"Coolbardies" (Magpies) call to each other,
calling when they need help,
support to raise the next generation,
letting each other know where there is food,
or urgent help to gather when under threat,
to survive they have to work together,
they have to unit,
they have to unit,
they have to unit.
You have all gathered here today,
heard my call to the opening of this Ancient Beauty Exhibition,
honouring the 200th Anniversary of the Birth of Bahá’u’lláh,
every one of us here tonight has been sung by this sacred land,
called to be here,
first nations people have been here from the beginning,
a beginning that does not impose time lines,
all of us have roots that take our ancestors back,
back to their own first nation ancestries,
some of you have arrived recently,
have ancestors that arrived with the first fleets,
all branches and leaves of the one
Tree of Life,
all with the same trunk,
same root at its very centre,
in perfect balance,
my interwoven photographs point towards that ancient place,
still resonating,
still echoing through time and space,
singing and calling to us all in melodies of immense beauty,
ancient wonderment to remember we are all leaves on that one Ancient Tree,
all flowers of one Beautiful Garden,
this ancient root connects all the branches,
feeding all the leaves,
nutrients that have kept the Tree of Life flourishing,
flourishing through endless cycles,
now is the time of the fruiting of the
Tree of Life,
Spiritual Spring time for all of humanity is here,
it is to this concept,
this metaphor that,
the Ancient Beauty exhibition has been created,
my desire as an artist to reflect that centre,
where the physical and the spiritual realms coexist,
interweave,
dance together listening to ancient melodies,
a core where the seen and the unseen,
visible and invisible unite,
all of these concepts speak to and inform my,
my uniquely crafted interwoven photographs
reflecting this uniting of colour and light,
reflecting this uniting of colour and light,
reflecting this uniting of colour and light.
"Coolbardie" calls (MAGPIE CALLS)
Time to act as the "Coolbardies" (magpies) do,
listing for the call of unity,
listing to the call of inner truth,
listing to the call of the in gatherings,
seek what is calling to upliftment,
nurture the next generations,
step out into the light,
enter the realm of understanding,
warm your heart by its radiance,
turn your back on the darkness,
courage to go against the comfort of fear,
leave behind the heavy chains of despair,
put on the wings of flight,
escape the earthly limitations imposed by conformity,
disrobe the garment of contention,
embrace the spiritual freedoms,
embedded in love,
which feeds the Ancient Root,
humanity maturity bursting from every branch,
twigs and leaves bearing the Spiritual Springtime blossoms,
fruiting Divine beams of light,
reflecting out to all of humanity,
in diverse colours and forms,
summoning all to eat their fill of its abundance,
Divine fruits of Unity,
Divine fruits of Unity,
Divine fruits of Unity.
by Terri Turner September 2017