The honeymoon was our introduction to this land and the way of life we are living out here. When we started we were supported by large numbers and other than initial blisters we were high in spirits. We have been walking on dirt roads along a song line that has been supported by a weight of thousands of generations who walked before us. This energetically has fired our souls with inspiration and connection.
We mostly spent days without seeing another vehicle; although the last few days we saw an increasing amount of trucks. The country was abundant with such an array of desert flowers. Budgies and wedge tail eagles daily passed us by. Each step of the way heralded something wonderful to see, smell or ponder. We walked the Eagle Dreaming and our guides and elders that came filled our hearts to brimming with stories we could still see in the land scape.
Our numbers are greatly reduced. Today we lose a family and I am crying already for that loss. The microcosm of life out here is a macrocosm, each separation feels so powerful because deep down we all know we are in the dreaming. We are walking for a new dream to come out of our culture's nightmare.
Our honeymoon is over. Now the hard yards. Real roads, trucks and traffic and single file. We also have to navigate one another's baggage that is now getting aired. But we have the united intent to look further to our collective reason for being here and like any marriage, we are ready to get on with the living and the walking. Honeymoons are only one part of an arrangement and our one has carved itself in our beings.
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We mostly spent days without seeing another vehicle; although the last few days we saw an increasing amount of trucks. The country was abundant with such an array of desert flowers. Budgies and wedge tail eagles daily passed us by. Each step of the way heralded something wonderful to see, smell or ponder. We walked the Eagle Dreaming and our guides and elders that came filled our hearts to brimming with stories we could still see in the land scape.
Our numbers are greatly reduced. Today we lose a family and I am crying already for that loss. The microcosm of life out here is a macrocosm, each separation feels so powerful because deep down we all know we are in the dreaming. We are walking for a new dream to come out of our culture's nightmare.
Our honeymoon is over. Now the hard yards. Real roads, trucks and traffic and single file. We also have to navigate one another's baggage that is now getting aired. But we have the united intent to look further to our collective reason for being here and like any marriage, we are ready to get on with the living and the walking. Honeymoons are only one part of an arrangement and our one has carved itself in our beings.
Sent from my Motorola ATRIX™
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