Visitors, death and stars, and Eddie Mabo
I haven’t blogged for ages so I probably should put something out there into cyberspace for those few of you who might be interested. I really have been very busy. We’ve had a lot of wonderful people staying with us since the weather got more temperate here in Alice. It has been great but when there are all these fantastic people here in real time I tend to neglect the blog. At the moment we have Trish Watts and Rod Pattendon in the house and Glen is still in the cabin and Keith’s brother and sister-in-law have parked their caravan here as well. Glen and Trish are running singing and Interplay workshops here as well as mens and womens retreats. I did a womens retreat last weekend which gave me a chance to reflect on all that has been going on in my life. The big thing in my life lately has been that my very special friend who I have known and loved for 35 years died a couple of weeks ago. I had to fly to Brisbane and back in a space of a couple of days for the funeral with a brief stop over in Sydney to see Mil and eat Japanese food. It was a great funeral because so much of Karen was present. She had planned a lot of it as she has known she was dying for some time. Before she died she had told us that she was certain that no matter what happend she would remain connected to God and so also connected to us who are connected to God. I can believe that. Out here we have amazing stars and aboriginal people believe the stars are their ancestors looking down on them. I look at the stars and I think of Karen and David and Peter and Maggie, who all died in the last year. It’s been a big year of death for us. Being out here in the desert is a good place to ponder death as everywhere you look life and death are all around. Dead trees and live new leaves all side by side, both part of the pattern of it all. And the amazing big sky full of stars. Last night after work I met Rod and Keith for dinner on Todd Mall and afterwards they went to Trish’s singing workshop. My singing makes a cockatoo sound melodic so I gave it a miss. I walked out of the restaurant onto the Mall and noticed that there were films being shown on Story Wall, a public wall which is the side of a building in front of the Uniting Church where they screen free films. The films last night were positive stories abot men because some poeple have felt there have been too many negative perceptions of men here lately with all the sexual abuse stuff. Any way, they were starting to screen a doco on the life of Eddie Mabo so I thought I would watch because I knew nothing of the man other than his role in overturning the crazy law of Terra Nullius in this country. I sat on a chair on the lawn to watch with a handful of others. Shortly an aboriginal woman asked if she could sit with me and of course I said OK and partly expected her to ask me for money. In the centre of Alice at night you get asked a lot for money by aboriginal people. She didn’t ask me for anything and sat there drinking from a hidden beer can and watching the movie. I guess she figured she was less likely to get harrassed by police for drinking sitting next to a white woman on the church lawns. The movie was finishing and it was a sad end. Eddie Mabo died of cancer only 5 months before the famous high court decision overturned Terra Nullius. And then some rotten bastards desecrated his grave. I was feeling emotional as the credits started rolling and I looked to the woman next to me thinking she will surely hit me up for money now. Instead she said “Good story” and told me her name and asked for my name and we held hands for a few moments and she left without asking for a cent. I walked down Todd Mall to my car and looked at the stars and felt uplifted.
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Looking forward to being one of your June visitors.
Thanks for blogging mum, good to hear somthing from you and I have been challenged by it. Like you I think I am guilty of too often assuming people are going to ask for something when perhaps all they want is connection.