“Mama Mala, there is man missing – a tourist. He was last seen with you!”
“Yes, child, I know… the man who asked…”
Sigh…”Asked, Mama? What did he ask? How did he ask?”
“Water flows between the meeting places, child. He asked to see the waters flowing…”
“But he is not of the Anangu people, Mama Mala, he would not understand the ways…”
“He has a kind heart, child. Those with a kind heart can be taught. Our Elders spoke of this in the days when Uluru was young.”
“How do you know he has a kind heart, Mama Mala?”
“In the place where I paint the things of Dreamtime, and watch the world, he did not stand over me, as many do; he joined me on the floor and asked to watch.”
“What did you do with him, Mama Mala?”
“I took him to the teaching cave and showed…
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Uluru is one of the things I’m sad I didn’t see when I lived in Australia. I flew over it once, and it glowed in the sunrise like nothing I’ve ever seen. It’s on the list when ever I go back for a visit 🙂
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Me too. We were heading for ‘The Red Centre’ on our epic ‘Chippy Van Tour’ but the climate defeated us… We made it as far as Cairns…
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That sounds like a story in itself! The epic ‘Chippy Van Tour’ – of such things legends are made…
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Funnily enough part of that ‘epic tale’ found its way into ‘the Living One’…
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Oh really? That’s very interesting…
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