It is related that one day they came upon Majnun sifting the dust, and his tears flowing down. They said, "What doest thou?" He said, "I seek for Layli." They cried, "Alas for thee! Layli is of pure spirit, and thou seekest her in the dust!" He said, "I seek her everywhere; haply somewhere I shall find her."
(Baha'u'llah, The Seven Valleys, p. 6)
Tuesday, 31 March 2009
Our first stop in the Waterhouse Conservation Area was at the Big Waterhouse Lake, a nice spot where we had our picnic but the expedition in search of Layli ran into a problem .....
That looked a little damp underfoot so we had a quick consultation ............
and chose to return to our cars and drive further into the conservation area closer to the ocean.We chose this spot, looking across to Waterhouse Island and a fabulous world of rocks and pools:
"O my son! verily God will bring everything to light, though it were but the weight of a grain of mustard-seed, and hidden in a rock or in the heavens or in the earth; for, God is subtile, informed of all. (The Qur'an )
And certainly there was much hidden in and around these rocks which could be found by the searching eye.
For start there was the subtle colouring of the fringe vegetation
[Note since this blog was posted it has been brought to our attention that these subtle colours belong to a pernicious, exotic, weed which is colonising and devastating Tasmania's coastline. If you find any of this plant consult the Tasmanian government's advice and do what you can to eradicate it. Please note that the sap of the plant is toxic - posted 19th Jun 09]
The party fanned out to search, our eyes fixed on the ground alert for the slightest sign of Layli - or where we just looking for a safe place to put our feet?
Some of the encrustations on the rocks seemed like runes in a forgotten language.
Witness, therefore, how numerous and far-reaching have been the changes in language, speech, and writing since the days of Adam. How much greater must have been the changes before Him! (Baha'u'llah)
While the pools contained their own perfect little ecosystems.
"Strive then, O My brother.................to attain a station wherein one seeth no distinction amongst His creatures and findeth no flaw in the creation of the heavens and the earth" (Baha'u'llah)
While the rocks themselves bore in their cracks testimony to the mighty forces in the world of creation.
"That which hath been in existence had existed before, but not in the form thou seest today. The world of existence came into being through the heat generated from the interaction between the active force and that which is its recipient. " (Baha'u'llah)
There was plenty in the rocks to hold our interest but eventually we settled down as comfortably as possibly and said and sang our praises of God.
But the day was not yet finished. As we prepared to depart most of us decided to drive on to the end of the road and came on a beautiful sandy beach.
You can just see above, two members of our party who had enough energy left to go for a long walk. It would be a good spot for a swim but apart from the late hour I think most of us thought that Bass Straight might be a bit cold. So no physical swimming was done but perhaps
".... they swim in the sea of the spirit, and soar in the holy air of light. Then what life have words, on such a plane, that "first" and "last" or other than these be seen or mentioned! In this realm, the first is the last itself, and the last is but the first." (Baha'u'llah)
Still on the level that most of us live it was the last phase of our trip. Another photo of the beach and memories of another lovely day spent in search of Layli.
Wednesday, 11 March 2009
There are lakes, lagoons, dunes, fascinating plant communities, birds, animals and, of course, the sea if anyone thinks it will still be warm enough for swimming.
It should be great.
Where to meet is a bit more of a problem than usual as there are several access roads and we have no idea where the car parks are. To get there you must be on Waterhouse Road (B82) which runs East from Bridport. Assuming you are heading East, turn off on Homestead Road on the left. About three kilometers down the road another left turn on to Big Waterhouse Lake Road and two further kilometers takes you to the end of that road. We will meet there.
The Conservation area is far too big to explore the whole place in a day but we can decide what seems interesting on the day.
The best route to Waterhouse Road rather depends on where you are coming from. Searching for "Waterhouse TAS" in Google maps shows the various routes well. For those coming from Launceston Google actually recommends going over the mountain to Scottsdale and on to Waterhouse without going through Bridport but though it is longer I think most would prefer the Lilydale Bridport Waterhouse route.
As usual, bring some food for the picnic and, if you choose, a willingness to offer your own form of devotion.
Hope to see you there!
Monday, 9 March 2009
If we believe that Layli can be found anywhere if one searches with ardour, why shouldn't we find her strolling along Bondi in a bikini and sunnies?
Well, Badger Head isn't quite Bondi but it is certainly a beach and a lovely one at that. We came well prepared for our day at the seaside even with a changing room.
There was a good group of us, and we swam, ate, prayed and wandered.
We climbed dunes.....
We gathered pebbles and shells.....
And some of us just stood around and got our feet wet ................
Unfortunately, some of us (well at least one of us), got sunburnt and most of were pestered by March flies.
It's rather hard to see the sign of God in a March fly, but Baha'u'llah tells us
"Upon the inmost reality of each and every created thing He hath shed the light of one of His names, and made it a recipient of the glory of one of His attributes." (Baha'u'llah)
So even March flies must have something going for them.
By general consent another pleasant day but no sign of Layli .......unless .... could Layli manifest herself as a March fly? If so there is a chance that her fragile, immaterial body lies broken on the Badger Head sands crushed by the impatient hand of an irritated seeker. We do hope not.