My feet slightly settle into the land: lands with a human history of 65,000 years. Sixty-five thousand years – allow that to really sink in.
It’s 7:30am. The rain is falling softly. It leaves a misty effect on my face as I begin to explore the landscape where so many Kurnai dreaming stories began.
I walk alone, but the presence of life is all around me. I listen to it intimately. The sense of the place sinks deeper within me. It refreshes my soul in ways that I struggle to communicate with words alone.
Being here makes me see things about myself that have been hidden. Each time I pause, I listen more intently. Heavy weights lift. Renewal is taking place with each breath.
The sense of the place sinks deeper within me.
At Yirrik (Wilsons Promontory) I always feel awakened. The pace of life slowed. Happiness.
This visit is more than taking photographs to record places of beauty and meaning as personal keepsakes. I am slowing and absorbing how I connect with each location before each shot.
I pause. I listen. I observe.
I touch. I reflect.
Not just on the present moment, but on what has gone before. So much yet to learn.
I pick up my camera, trying to capture this sense of being in two worlds.
Continuing to walk, the unfamiliar worlds I’m creating begin emerging ever stronger before my eyes.
Back in my car, I wind my way around the curves and gullies towards the exit grid, already reminiscing on the favourite moments from my stay.
I think harder about history and what has been taken. How White Australia has altered Yirrik – the Prom.