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Ngarndu Ngurra (My Yindjibarndi Country)
My childhood is filled with memories of a beautiful place called the Pilbara. It is a land that has always offered so much to our people. Our ancestors walked this Country with strength and wisdom, reading the riverbeds, knowing where to gather food, when to fish, and where to rest beneath cool shade. They understood the rhythms of the seasons and trusted in the land. When the rains come, the Country transforms. Wildflowers in purple and pink, shoots push through red earth, and the landscape breathes. There are many hidden treasures; plants that are food and bush medicines that carried our people through sickness and hard times. Survival was knowledge and respect.Today, the Country still hold its beauty through every season. Even in drought, Country remains Country. It is everything to me. It continues to provide, to teach, and to sustain us. Mining companies have transformed parts of the landscape in the Pilbara from how we remember it, but these changes have not stopped us from living our culture. We still go out bush with our families. We fish, swim, and camp together. We continue to practise our traditions in our own ways.Our memories remain strong, including those of our ancestors who have passed on. We always carry them in our hearts. We teach the younger generation about the early days so they can continue the journey. We teach them about tribal group boundaries and the importance of knowing place, the stories in the hills and the rivers. We tell them about who belonged before us and what those places mean.These memories of Country are our identity, our strength, and our future.
