#2 Oct. 5th Boomerang Paul
We had no idea the fun factor we were about to encounter when we innocently ambled into the visitor center at Tower Hill, near Woornabool in Australia.
We hadn’t ever met someone like BOOMERANG PAUL. It started at the ears. A deep warm powerful tone began to fill the room. We followed the sound, hungry possums ready for a soul treat. We found Paul, embracing and pouring his life breath into a didgeridoo. The results mesmerized us all. 9 of us gathered with everyone else who was in the shop to marvel.
We should have known at that moment we had entered into a magical realm, created by Boomerang Paul. At the counter, he glanced at our group with smiles in his eyes and asked if we were planning to hang out for a while. We said “sure, we’re just here to discover this place.”
“Follow me,” he said as he tucked a duffle over his arm and jaunted to the door and outside. On our walk, we tasted a savory succulent plant, washed our hand with a soap made by vigorously rubbing leaves of a specific gum tree together with a little water, and then at the Black Wattle tree, Paul pulled some gum from its bark, and we all tried the original and yummy chewing gum that nature has to offer. He shared the many ways the native trees and plants sustain human life, and we turned a corner to discover a large open space – like a cleared arena.
Then the boomerangs came out. Oh my. These graceful looking hunks of wood are the perfect instrument to make a person look like a drunk elephant dancing flamenco with an invisible kangaroo.
None of us has ever looked more foolish than the group of us trying to catch a boomerang throw. And Paul tossed them as if he were melding into the wind and sky. We just looked like colliding windup toys on the other end. His beautiful daughter, who is a local champion at hoops, also made throwing boomerangs look effortless.
Paul then proceeded to try and teach us to throw the boomerangs. Some were naturals, like #3 and Kenny. Some were ground-ball-Betty’s, like #4 and me. At least we didn’t splinter the tough little curves of wood to pieces.
At the end of our lessons, Paul called out “If you can catch one, you keep it!” He started throwing, and really, we should have sold tickets. Kenny looked like a loopy circus clown, until he tapped into his Viking blood and actually caught one (after many attempts).
I couldn’t let my girls down. We needed one for our family too. So I winked at the wind and smiled at the spinning arc of wood and made one last blind leap, and CLAP! I had it! Right in my hands, I held a stylish boomerang, still sparkling with a little bit of Paul’s Magic, and the beautiful artistic rendering of a snake in the native style that I so admire.
The smiles didn’t come off our faces for the rest of the day. We remarked that this thing that Paul had done -- captured a sort of perfect balance as an outdoor experience. He took us for a walk in his world – touching, tasting, and running around after a swooping piece of wood – it launched every one of us into fits of laughing, concentrating, failing and triumphing.
This outing should be a model for interactive experiences that connect people to Nature and place.
Paul had the magic to create it – and people who want toa understand a bit about this place, Tower Hill, should try it, and learn how absolutely beautiful life can be. How simply gorgeous.
And if I may add a CHALLENGE to that:
Once you've read about Boomerang Paul’s Magic--- can you go home to YOUR PLACE, and create an experience that connects others to your home with your own magic?
Thanks BOOMERANG PAUL! You are a hero.