Reflections on Dhungala
As a small child my family would sit on the river banks at night watching the flowing river and listening to the bush sounds. Which I remember to this day.
Elders are our knowledge holders, and when they pass on their bodies go back to the dust and waters. Their memories remain in the country as they become one with the ancestors. For us to continue to connect with them, we need to sit in the country (just like when a seed is planted) and spread our roots deep into the earth, the deeper we look, listen and feel the more we learn and the stronger we become. Mother Earth, the Seed, the giver of life, the waters, connection, intergenerational healing, continuation not preservation.
Campfire along the river. Listening to my Elders tell stories of Dhungala and family gatherings baround the fire listening and laughing and dancing. Surrounded by nature, listening to the birds sing, river flowing, smelling burning of wood and smoke while listening to Elders in my family