Into The River
- King Carrot
- Jul 10
- 2 min read
Updated: Aug 1
Into The River – Love – Energy – Infinity
A KC reflection from Sunday, October 13th, day after a beautiful fundraiser show in Bellingen, a story about an abandoned packet of cheetos emerges.
Living on the road for long periods creates rituals. We roll around in Gina, exploring our epic planet, gathering and celebrating love of life, hearing one another out.
Art systems intertwine with life systems. Eventually, we recognise each other, town to town. Nuances emerge: best spots to park early, feed when late, amplifying quality of life.
Keeping rooted in the journey itself helps us communicate artfully through stories we music. Turns out, when it comes to healing vibes, nothing beats nature herself.
River water meandering and distilling through layers of terrain acting as filters, natural spaces cleanse our eyes, ears, scent, taste, touch. Vibration. We renew infinitely through nature around us.
What about nature’s renewal? How are we facilitating her needs? Empathy. What about nature's healing? Whats Earth's capacity to absorb and transform toxins from our human behaviour, thoughts and energy?
New South Wales approaches. Home to the Never Never region, a system of water in the Bellingen Shire. Known as a place of great importance, for thousands of years Gumbaynggirr people literally gave birth in her waters.
Ritual splash morning after a riff sesh. Restoration. Allowing ebb and flow of emotional tendrils from our human river to swirl around us in the artful spaces we create. We often sit with people on their heavy subjects — whether the cancer patient, opening up on readiness to reunite with cosmic dust; life after death. Or loved-by-many youngster ending his precious life, sending ripples through those we see before us and continue to journey with.
Life can be heavy. We are many of one. We need time to process.
Sitting at the bank of the Never Never, feeling raw, hesitating to splash about… wondering: how will the river heal? Will my sun lotion pollute here? Who leaves a Cheetos wrapper floating about?
What is my duty of preservation? How much can we — and should we — wash away? Where does it go? How much can nature withstand?
This time, I didn’t just dive in, cleanse, splash about. Rather, I took to thinking: perhaps, in this performance, the river is the audience who needs to be heard and felt.
It sufficed to simply sit with her, give thanks, wait until her energy says, “You may touch,” or “Do not enter.”
Experience her flow in peace, as she tends to her banks and expresses her spirit freely.
You can’t have me, she said, but you may sit with me and listen.
It felt right to take nothing and just be — together — down the river.
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