“We all grow up with the weight of history on us. Our ancestors dwell in the attics of our brains as they do in the spiraling chains of knowledge hidden in every cell of our bodies.” ~ Shirley Abbott
I picked up a stone yesterday and put it in my pocket. I walked on a little further, stopped and picked up another. One stone for me and one for my sister. When I get home I’ll let her choose one, and we can hold them and be anchored to Longreach – the place our grandfather was born.
I’m feeling my heritage with every breath, every footstep. I can feel the stories of my ancestors stirring within me.
Here are some images of the past few days, so you can get a sense of where I am right now. It’s vast, wild and majestic.
Sending you much love from the Outback, Nicole xx