Tuesday 30.03.2021 Tasmania

I had a meeting walk in the park today, that doesn’t count as a walk as the focus was on a trio of human faces voices and ears, the Glen a holding space. The day began overcast and damp as we hovered and edged eastwards along the southern path. It was almost 11 am as I rushed back to zoom with Bec, our appointment for 9 pm night time in The Creek after the kids have gone to bed. She had been out planting trees with the kids and their school, they get their Easter holidays today, as the nights are drawing in. We spoke about the effects of shifting the focus from the polarities of solstice -solstice, to the more equanimous equinox – equinox. As I speak my arms are making a bowl shape, holding the polarities of the solstices and then I raise my right arm to create a 3/4 of a globe space… we had been talking about mapping and systems for showing plots and sites and relationships across space.

Today I find that there is not just the one Rivulet in Hobart, but many, all coming off the mountain. The mountain is like a massive sponge holding onto the water and releasing it over time. I sense the maternal presence of Mountain. In Tasmania mountain mosses were used in childbirth and native Tasmanian women would always go to the mountain to give birth.

The place where the Glen river rises is known as the Silver springs, I like to envisage mountain with all its rivulets and the high ground of North Cork with its many springs rising and flowing, taking whatever course they can, to make their way south to the deep sea of Cork harbour.

I find that Bec’s Rivulet is not the same as another on the south of Wellington Mountain, Bec’s Rivulet is known as the flannelette curtain or ‘flanny curtain’ as the boundary demarcating the zone inhabited by blue collar workers from the more upper crust on the other side. And that’s why that other rivulet that flows beneath the prosperous part has all the lovely signs.

Published by @julforres

Julie Forrester, artist based in Cork City Ireland

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