Simpsons Gap
Since the rain we had here 2 weeks ago, Simpsons Gap has had a lot more water in it than usual. It is an incredibly special place any way, but with the water it is even more beautiful. It is such a privelege to live so close to the place and visit whenever I like. I often go at the end of the day at the moment to just paddle my feet and look at the reflections of the rocks in the pools. At the end of the day the rocks glow orange and there are also these white and purple rocks around too . There are tadpoles everywhere and a few frogs starting to emerge. I can just sit there in silence and wonder.
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Well, we’ve been back in Alice for almost a week now and I’m beginning to calm myself down again. We had a wonderful 3 weeks in Sydney but it was so hectic, moving from place to place and meeting up with so many people. I came back quite exhausted but with a lot of wonderful memories of special occasions and good conversations. The day we got back it was pouring with rain and had also rained the previous day. So the rivers were flowing which was really exciting. We swam in the creek opposite our place with our new neighbours. We have a Colmbian family staying in the new cabin. So when Mil, Martin, Jo and Victor arrive tomorrow we will have a whole bunch of Spanish speakers from 3 Central and South American countries. I’m glad to be home and Alice now does feel like home. It’s hot, but not too bad and everything is so green from the rain. My vegie garden is coming along OK too thanks to the rain and the automatic watering system Martin put in for me.
Filed under Uncategorized | Comment (0)Beautiful Boggy Hole
Well, with a bunch of good friends, Keith and I went to Boggy Hole on the weekend. It might not sound much but it was about a 1-2 kilometre stretch of lovely water in the Finke River about 3 hours drive from home. It is a 4WD challenge to get there, driving through a lot of Finke River sand… but great fun! We had the place entirely to ourselves and camped beside the water and I swam most of the weekend. There were heaps of birds everywhere - ducks, eygrets, pelicans, finches, grebes. There was other wildlife and Tim, our snake loving friend, managed to trek out at night with torches and found a Stimsons python which he picked up and let us all pat it while the python was wrapped round his arm. There were a few fears we had to overcome. Keith took most of them up the mountain that drops into the other side of the river to go abseiling and I sat on the river bank and read and watched Keith do his usual thing of trying to coax terrified kids down the cliff. It wasn’t too hot and we had a fire at night and cooked up great vegies in the camp ovens which we ate with damper and wine. Keith and Jeremy played guitar and harmonica and it was all pretty perfect actually. I feel very thankful to have the privelege of living in this amazing part of the world where humans haven’t changed it much at all all. It is so peaceful and restores the soul.
Filed under Uncategorized | Comment (0)Van Dieman’s Land
Well, I took Keith to the airport today for him to head to the cooler Tasmania climate. He gets Tassie withdrawals if he doesn’t get there fairly regularly. He tells me there’s some conference on indigenous education in Hobart but I reckon he’s just been wilting in the central Australian heat. Then tonight Emily and I went to see “Van Deiman’s Land” at the Arulaen Centre here. Sy, our current visitor, had seen it and told us it was great and the scenery was stunning. He neglected to tell us that the movie was really about humans killing and eating other humans. The scenery was stunning and reminded me of some wonderful walks I have done in that part of the world, but I had my eyes closed for half the movie as I don’t enjoy watching people being axed to death and eaten. The truly awful thing is the movie is based on a true story of escaping convicts. It is actually a very good movie but Mil and I couldn’t wait to get out of the theatre when it finished adn go home and give Sy a hard time for not warning us. I hope Keith will be OK down there. Strange things happen on that island.
Filed under Uncategorized | Comment (0)Back home and crook
Well, we’ve been back home from Africa for almost 2 weeks now and I’m sick. The first week back I was jetlagged and this week I’ve had a head and chest full of horrid slimy stuff an no energy whatsoever. I have struggled to keep working but had to relent when I was practically falling asleep on clients and colleagues kept telling me to go home. I had all of today off and went to the doctor who predictably told me that I would live and just needed to rest. He thought my job is stressful and my trip to Africa was stressful and that was why I was sick. Funny thing is that that sort of stuff doesn’t stress me… coming home to broken down cars, plumbing problems, and an unfinished cabin I do find very stressful. The builders are putting in the kitchen in the cabin today which means it is pretty well finished - at last!! Unfortunately it wasn’t finished when we came home so our friends who were going to live in it till Xmas had to find alternative accommodation, which is very disappointing. We still have to finish painting it. There’s always some painting to be done. It would probably surprise no one to know that Keith and I are engrossed in colour decisions and have about a dozen tester posts to date.
Anyway, Africa! How do I begin!! In response to questions on my last blog - we went to South Africa, Uganda and Rwanda… and Kenya too (we walked over a bridge and found ourselves in Kenya for 10 minutes!). It was all part of a course I am doing in responding to trauma. We immersed ourselves in the appartheid history in South Africa and the genocide in Rwanda and found it all utterly devastating. We lived in a black township near Capetown and a remote rural village in Uganda and a disability project in Rwanda and received the warmest hospitality. We met a lot of people who should have had the stuffing knocked out of them given all the attrocities they have had committed against them on top of poverty and disease, but who still smile and have hopes and dreams and want to talk to us. It was enormously humbling and deeply touched us. Particulary people who spoke about forgiveness to people who have so terribly wronged them. It was a significant experience and I feel changed by it. So many things to reflect on and hopefully some valuable connections to keep.
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i was happy although probably not passionate to come to come to South africa. funnily alot of it is like being in australia. similra climate which sounds a bit silly given that there is more than one climate in australia so may be its like living in sydney. they have teh beaches the agriculture, similar white standard of living. similar plants although i am led to understand that soyj africa has veryu different plants. anyway they’ve planted alot of eucalypts ad bottle brushes so i feel at home.
of course the big difference here is that they have teh black white issue which makes australia’s challenges look pretty nothing. in central australia we talk about town camps with hundreds of people. in capetown we have had teh honour of staying in a township (one of teh many) where tehre are probably 10,000 in just this one. most have humble but perfectly pleasant little houses, whilst thousands of others lives in makeshift shelters that makes alice spings towncamps look pretty comfy. thats the physical stuff but it is the spiritual stuff that has left such an impression.
the black freedom movement and what it has done to this place has to be one of the miracles of our time. so many amazing people like mandela. biko, subukwe, sisulu, mbeki, tutu all had the wisdom to fight for all south africans and not just black south africans although their task was undoubtedly to emancipate black south africa. 30 years in jail studying, teaching inmates, teaching their white prison guards,teaching to anyone who would listen, always believing that they were preparing themselves to govern the country for all south africans. robben island was a university inside a jail.
unlike in australia there are black people at every level of work although they still have a long way to go on this front. still it gives me hope for aboriginal australians who seem to have no such underlying spiritual paradigm that links their history to their future that can sustain them.
If one was looking for an African Che Guevara then Steve Biko is your man. the most insanely sensible, eloquent and courageous man i have heard for many a long time.
this trip has been a wonderful opportunity for me to stop a smell the daisies a bit but also to learn what a remarkable country this is. the people black and white are actually trying to do something i am not sure has ever been tried before. south africa must succeed. in a strange way it seems like all of our futures depend on it.
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Well, Keith and I are off to Africa for a month leaving tomorrow morning. All part of a course I am doing around responding to trauma in communities. At the moment I just can’t wait to get to Perth and see the ocean. It’s what I miss most living here in the centre. I’m feeling a bit crazy with the stress of organising our world to be away for a month, but I don’t suppose anyone will feel sorry for me. Any way, I’d best try to pack.
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Following in David and Emily’s footsteps, here is another song for the wanderer………..
My baby needs a shepherd, she’s lost out on the hill,
Too late I tried to call her when the night was cold and still,
And I tell myself I’ll find her but I know I never will,
My baby needs a shepherd, she’s lost out on the hill.
My baby needs an angel, she never learned to fly,
She’ll not reach sanctuary just by looking at the sky,
I guess I could have carried her but I didn’t even try,
My baby needs an angel, she never learned to fly.
Oh I ran so far through a broken land,
I was following that drummer beating in a different band,
And somewhere on the highway I let go of her hand,
Now she’s gone forever, like her footprints in the sand.
Toora loora loora lo
First the seed, then the rose,
Toora loora loora li
My kingdom for a lullaby.
My baby needs a pilot, she has no magic wand
To help her part the troubled waters of the Rubicon,
But in my soul I know she has to go this one alone,
After all that is the only way she’s ever known.
But there is no lamp in all this dark
That could chase away the shadow from the corners of my heart.
I pray she rides a dolphin but she’s swimming with the shark
Out where none can save her, not even Noah and his ark.
Toora loora loora lo
To the cradle comes the crow,
Toora loora loora li
My kingdom for a lullaby.
My baby needs a mother to love her till the end,
Up every rugged mountain and down every road that bends,
Sometimes I hear her cryin’ but I guess that’s just the wind,
My baby needs a mother to love her to the end.
Emmylou Harris
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Sleep Out
Well, last Friday night about a dozen of us slept on the church lawns on Todd Mall in the centre of Alice. We did so to protest a buch of proposed Council By Laws which plan to ban people from sleeping on Todd River, confiscate and dispose of their sleeping items, and fine beggars (now there’s a good idea!!). It’s important to note that ALice has a terrible accommodation shortage and lots of people have to come in from remote communities for a range of reasons , including health care, going to court etc. It was an intersting evening. There was a bigger bunch of us who sat there earlier in the evening but then about half left before it was time to settle in for the night. We had some great placards asking for compassion, including “Begging for Respect” (which Martin wrote). A lot of people approached us and sat down and talked to us, particularly aboriginal people. They would come up to us and ask where we were from and tell us their name and where they were from and tell us about their country and ask what we were doing. Most had no idea about the propsed by laws, despite plenty of publicity. Most were from out of town with nowhere to stay except to camp on the river bed. It was interesting just hanging there on a Friday night watching what happened. Some of it not so pretty - there was drunkenness and one fight between 2 women, one who was obviously pregnant. However, I have to say, on the whole, it was a really nice vibe. One couple who seemed to be new migrants even offered for us all to come to their place for somewhere to sleep thinking we were from out of town with nowhere to stay. A bunch of aboriginal people wanted to sleep with us that night. We lent them blankets and in the morning they all got up and left all the blankets. No one took anything, no one hassled us… not even the police, who just went past. The security guards kept a pretty close eye on us but didn’t aproach us. We possibly didn’t have the best sleep we ever had - the pub closed at 2am and the street cleaners started at about 6am and the Mall remains lit all night… but it was great to do it. I really felt we made more of a connection with people in the town. Some people said they would join us if we do it again. If 4 of us weren’t going to Africa in under a week, I think we would do it again next week. I hope some others might it pick up and run with it.
Filed under Uncategorized | Comment (0)black arm band
well this desert festival clicks along. last night i sang in the asanta sana choir with about 4 other choirs. it is a thing morris stuart does up here training a whole lot of different choirs and then we all come together. they were all aboriginal choirs some school kids and others older women. teh older women make this amazing wail in harmony that sends chills down yor spine.
the night got better though. after the choir thing the black arm band played. this was a combination of about 30 unbelievably talented musos (mainly aboriginal including archie roach, ruby hunter. in the middle they reformed the warumpi band with neil murray and company to commemorate the lead singer who died two years ago. it was just the most amazing musical smorgasboard. it was like a whole festival in one band.
but the best thing of all was that i reckon the audience was pretty evenly split between black and white people all just enjoying the vibe together. i cried.
if the black arm band play near you you gotta go and see them. i dont know how they could get that many people together easily but i guess if they can do it in alice springs they can do it in sydney or melbourne.
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