“My blood, my spine, my soul”
This environment, the landscape that I belong to, although it doesn’t belong to me, inspires strength, resilience, awe and calm.
The granite rocks which weather all conditions but remain unchanged and defiant in their structure; The beautiful Kurrajong trees* that survive through generations and provide uses when all else seems useless.
Rolling hills and mountains on the horizon, stand grounded and peaceful but rugged and wild sheltering the rivers and waterways that ebb and flow providing life.
The water mediates, mountains empower and the vastness silences, giving me empathy and contentment.
(*Kurrajong trees grow from fire resistant tubers, store water in their trunks in times of drought, bark and leaves used as emergency fodder, seeds roasted and can be used as a coffee supplement)