Didgeridoo Ride

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After touching various tactile objects, tree bark, silk, cloth, steel chains, seashells, etc., the Dr Scribbly writers at last night’s workshop event got to sniff the unseen contents of various jars that included vapour rub, grass, and mint. We were then invited to close our eyes for a ten minute performance by Didgeridoo sound healer therapist and unique musician, Chris Thorn, who played his Aboriginal instrument while we closed our eyes to picture where the gentle humming took us. It took me on a hypnotic flight, at first in an auto-piloted mall propeller engine aircraft, lulled by the comforting sound of its engines. Though my eyes were closed I saw the shadow of the didgeridoo as Chris moved the instrument round in slow circles, echoing the propeller motion in my mind’s eye. Fluctuations and slight pauses for breath created a sense of fleeting clouds, but as I sank deeper in and drifted higher up my plane became a space capsule, my circular motion my orbiting rotation of the Earth, the passing objects being other craft or mall meteorites. This was my lazy Aboriginal walkabout, a ride-about not steering – just a passenger in great comfort, a very relaxed journey or a pleasant fairground ride – I was sorry when it ended. Arthur Chappell