What if there are other ways of knowing?

Youtube videos of people seeing and hearing for the first time will probably make you cry, at least they did for me when I watched a few. That moment when a whole new way of experiencing the world opens up is akin to a rebirth that changes everything.

Over the last couple of months I have been wondering a lot about ways of knowing. It's a weird idea right? If you had suggested to me six months ago that there were different ways of knowing things and that the way I had been taught to 'know' and navigate the world was deficient in some important ways, or at least could be enhanced significantly by other ways of knowing - I would have thought it was you that had the problem, not me!

I have been learning how much we have been taught to live in our heads. The 'map' we learn is that our brain is the control room. Our body does what our brain tells it. Our intelligence and worth is derived from what goes on in our heads. The English language reinforces this with countles…


When I was at Uni in Hobart in the early 80s, Shane Howard and his band Goanna toured Tassie. It was in the midst of the campaign to save the Franklin River, and Howard wrote a song (Let the Franklin Flow) that became a bit of an anthem (think shouting along on road trips) for me and few of my mates. I had no idea really.

After a cruise up the Arthur River today, the so-called last of the wild rivers in Tassie, I was drawn to reflect on the lyrics again and found a Youtube clip of Howard telling the story behind the song. This trip has been full of new emotions and experiences but somehow they are all grounded in our pasts.  (Maria grew up south of here where her dad worked for the Hydro and I grew up north of here on the coast) My sense of connection to the land and appreciation for the first nations people who have lived here for tens of thousands of years has surprised me.
On a visit to The Neck lookout on Bruny Island a commemorative plaque for Truganini (considered to be the las…

what's in a T-shirt?

BHCC: When I first moved here, the cycling crew made the difference between this being a great place to live, and a great community to belong to. Top bunch.

Rasta Surf Co.: After only riding mass produced boards, having a log from local personality Ross 'Rasta' Harrison is very sweet. The colours - earthy oranges and browns on the bottom and a great vivid blue on the deck. Special.

Raffs Icebergers: I have always been a jump-in-the-ocean kind of bloke. I've been the only person in the water on a Persian Gulf beach; the pale skinned bald guy in southern European waves and countless other salt water playgrounds. Wherever, whatever time of year ... frolicking in the water is regenerative. So finding a bunch of locals who body surf at dawn every day of the year was joy of joys. And a great, fun, caring crew too.

Life is Short - but Tuesday afternoons seemed to last forever: This is the 3rd one of these shirts I've worn. From the community market in Byron Bay, it reminds m…

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