A Gathering of Lore at Uluru

This story is shared with reverence to the country on which it is written and continues to be written.

It is shared with the consent of the lore holder, mentioned, herein.

I felt to be here, now: it’s April 2016 and I’m near Uluru.

I did not know how it would happen. I didn’t know how I would meet the woman who called me here. I listened. And trusted. And that trust was huge.

I’m used to not knowing. I’ve already sold my house, my one investment, and used the funds to invest in my path. Now, the last of the money was sitting in a dwindling bank account. I used half of it and bought an old 4WD. I walked my belongings down a dark cement corridor on the edge of the city and packed my life into a storage compartment behind an ocean blue door.

A week later, on an uncharacteristically clear Melbourne morning, I said goodbye to old friends. I reached inside the car door and grabbed the overhead handrail. I stepped one foot onto the foot ledge and hang out with the other foot in the air, and said goodbye. I jumped in the drivers seat and left for the central Australian desert.

I said “yes”. And then when I was tested, I committed and said yes again. Then everything fell into place. I’ve been invited to a sacred women’s gathering with the senior Indigenous lore holder. It’s in April, near Uluru.

The route to the desert was direct. It was from Melbourne across to Adelaide, and then 3 days drive up the centre.

Now, I’m near Uluru. I’m just back from the women’s gathering on country with the senior Indigenous lore holder. We have been sitting on country, singing, dancing and painting together.

The lore holder taught us the dance of a Songline; a dance embodying nature. She’d seen me dance; she’d seen the way I moved. She knew it was already within me.

Now, it’s just her and I sitting under a Gumtree, in a grassy campground, with tourists walking by.

“Where are you going?”, she asks.

Neither of us are surprised.

I’ve been following the crack in modern reality. I’ve been following my way intuitively. It’s led me back to the lore. It’s led me to the lore of country. It’s led me to the lore of nature. It’s led me straight to the heart: of Uluru.

Now, connection is elegantly revealed, staring me in the face asking, “Where are you going?”.