tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14677243.post114436135950494497..comments2023-08-22T21:11:59.355+12:00Comments on pohanginapete: Being stillpohanginapetehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11463792721091291063noreply@blogger.comBlogger16125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14677243.post-1145092928311980492006-04-15T21:22:00.000+12:002006-04-15T21:22:00.000+12:00Hi Mary; almost missed your comment. Thanks for th...Hi Mary; almost missed your comment. Thanks for the thoughts; nice to hear you describe it as a meditation. Appropriate.<BR/><BR/>It was the euphony of spoken Maori that first encouraged me to learn a little of the language. I find it beautiful to listen to. Also, I realise now that knowing birds by several names — Maori, English, latin binomial — helps me understand different aspects of the Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14677243.post-1145008463386997252006-04-14T21:54:00.000+12:002006-04-14T21:54:00.000+12:00Pete, this is just beautiful, a meditation indeed....Pete, this is just beautiful, a meditation indeed. You capture the contrast between the disruptive passage of the car and your awareness of the peace and silence around you perfectly. <BR/><BR/>I'm really glad you are putting the Maori names in your posts .. they have a poetry of their own as well.Maryhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15022751588711849162noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14677243.post-1144806869510591082006-04-12T13:54:00.000+12:002006-04-12T13:54:00.000+12:00Bev: I have to admit that on some occasions when h...Bev: I have to admit that on some occasions when hiking with others, <A HREF="http://pohanginapete.blogspot.com/2006/01/sleeping-with-anna-kournikova.html" REL="nofollow">particularly kids</A>, anyone could have heard us miles off... Usually I'm quieter than that, though, and to become aware of a bird or other animal through one of the other senses confers something extra to the encounter. Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14677243.post-1144803306941205332006-04-12T12:55:00.000+12:002006-04-12T12:55:00.000+12:00It is often good and joyous to be loud. But we ha...It is often good and joyous to be loud. But we have forgotten how to be quiet, still. And that's what's bad. No balance.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14677243.post-1144757338368673122006-04-12T00:08:00.000+12:002006-04-12T00:08:00.000+12:00Beautiful sketches of stillness, Pete. Yes, I don...Beautiful sketches of stillness, Pete. Yes, I don't know about the shiny, red car. I doubt that its driver knows much about being still. In truth, I think it's becoming difficult for many people to be either still or silent because they are so enveloped in a hectic, noisy world. We've discovered this when we're hiking on trails in parks where we might encounter others. When we hike, we tend Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14677243.post-1144706753185352122006-04-11T10:05:00.000+12:002006-04-11T10:05:00.000+12:00Thanks yllstonewolf, good to see you here :^> Act...Thanks yllstonewolf, good to see you here :^> Actually, I've been surprised to find that stillness even in unlikely situations like cafes and parties. Encouraging.<BR/><BR/><A HREF="http://www.vianegativa.us/" REL="nofollow">Via Negativa</A>'s one of my regular visits; I must update the link in my sidebar now Dave's moved.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14677243.post-1144686100469712932006-04-11T04:21:00.000+12:002006-04-11T04:21:00.000+12:00wonderfully soothing images. i've been contemplati...wonderfully soothing images. i've been contemplating stillness - or the lack of it - too. it is like our lack of real darkness at night - it seems to sneak up on you until it is not dark (nor still) at all. found you through via neg. can't wait to look around a bit!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14677243.post-1144621966309103702006-04-10T10:32:00.000+12:002006-04-10T10:32:00.000+12:00Zhoen: thanks for the stone :^>RD: yes, for me I g...Zhoen: thanks for the stone :^><BR/><BR/>RD: yes, for me I guess it's the attempt to be accepted; as if I don't matter.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14677243.post-1144592969173959822006-04-10T02:29:00.000+12:002006-04-10T02:29:00.000+12:00No matter how silently I tread, I sound cacophonou...<I>No matter how silently I tread, I sound cacophonous.</I> Me too. I try to be invisible in the woods. I want everything to go on as if I weren't there, as if there were no humans or red-polished cars on the planet at all.robin andreahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13390482190562312928noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14677243.post-1144532243554535962006-04-09T09:37:00.000+12:002006-04-09T09:37:00.000+12:00Now that would really be one for the birding journ...Now that would really be one for the birding journals... ;^D<BR/><BR/>I can imagine what it must be like there (well, I think I can). Here, you're never far from the sound of rivers and streams or the sea; the wind seldom drops away completely and even a slight breeze is enough to set the leaves rustling. Thanks for letting us hear the silence you heard, Clare.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14677243.post-1144501294758493702006-04-09T01:01:00.000+12:002006-04-09T01:01:00.000+12:00On of my favourite things about living up here is ...On of my favourite things about living up here is just how profound the silence is out on the land. Early spring, like now, when you stop your machine it is unlike anything else you've never heard.<BR/><BR/>Funny enough, last night as we walked back from the House, the town was amazingly quiet. Nothing was stirring and there wasn't a snowmobile on the move (trust me that is unusual). Leah, TravisAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14677243.post-1144443997931871152006-04-08T09:06:00.000+12:002006-04-08T09:06:00.000+12:00Butuki: Yes, the world does come alive when you're...Butuki: Yes, the world does come alive when you're still, not just because living things come out of hiding, but because you notice more. And I think my disquiet about cars in those environments has much to do with the attitude that treats the land as a playground; it's the lack of respect, the lack appreciation of the land as anything more than something in which to have fun — the land is Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14677243.post-1144400265373026632006-04-07T20:57:00.000+12:002006-04-07T20:57:00.000+12:00Aren't Fantails just the best little birds Pete? I...Aren't Fantails just the best little birds Pete? I've had that close encounter many times when being quiet and unobtrusive. It often happens when I'm watering the veges, one landed on the hose nozzle beside my hand last summer. <BR/>They love it when I adjust the flow to a fine spray, they'll bathe until they're wet to the skin.Duncanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12182951711946882353noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14677243.post-1144400141672324232006-04-07T20:55:00.000+12:002006-04-07T20:55:00.000+12:00It's amazing the differences in what one sees when...It's amazing the differences in what one sees when either moving or standing still. So many people who visit the mountains here in Japan think that almost no animals exist, but that's because they are blundering through the trees and rocks all the time and never stopping to let the mood of the forest settle down. If they would just sit on a log and wait, the whole world comes alive, like refugeesbutukihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12473964455146342069noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14677243.post-1144371899133765772006-04-07T13:04:00.000+12:002006-04-07T13:04:00.000+12:00Thanks Jim, and a big welcome.:^>Thanks Jim, and a big welcome.<BR/>:^>Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14677243.post-1144363719298269642006-04-07T10:48:00.000+12:002006-04-07T10:48:00.000+12:00Pete-I've just come across your fine blog and have...Pete-<BR/><BR/>I've just come across your fine blog and have saved it to my favorites so I can come back and read some of your many fine entries.<BR/><BR/>The photos are stunning!Jimhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01306857757487429447noreply@blogger.com