[you will see 'orbs' in many of the photos - yes, they were taken with the sun shining but i have my doubts that they are only sun spots. this place was one of the most spiritual places I have ever visited] - please click on photos to enlarge them.. many orbs will be seen
at Kata Tjuta, I asked the ancestors to help me with my belonging and spiritual journey.
ENJOY MY TIME AT KATA TJUTA - you will see that in comparison to the lushness of what England is like - this land that I have been born to this time is barren, hard & hot..my soul feels it.. and this is why I struggle.. but this land is oh, so, so ancient and wise. that is what i must tap into
many desert Mulgas dotted the pathways.. when the wind whistled through the branches it sounded like an Aboriginal corroboree and the beating of their music sticks... very ancient sound, stirring my soul. [orbs?]
the first stopping point - it was cold and very windy.. I cannot even tell how I felt when I first saw the view from this lookout
Joe, once again walked ahead of me, allowing me to absorb the energies without chatter
DOME AFTER DOME... Kata Tjuta means 'many heads'
I came upon many waterholes, that were crystal clear. as I crossed a creek, a red dragonfly greeted me & hovered for a moment before darting off...
pure enough to drink
a place where I sat for awhile, once again anointing myself with the Holy water of this ancient land "I dipped my hand into the stream water, expecting it to be cold, but it was warm. Budgerigars flew across at the moment I anointed myself - my brow and my crown chakras - with water from the heart of Australia."
a little finch [nyii-nyii] made itself known to me.. sat with me for a very short time..energies blending.
i walked up this stoney creek
and climbed through this tree.
arriving at a hill, which to me looked more like a mountain.. at the top was Joe, cheering me on.. you can do it!
and there was my very own rock.. at the second lookout of the Valley of the winds -
I believe that this is where the area gets its name.. it was very windy and so cold.. even though the sun beat down.. the wind whistled eerily, like the ancestors were talking to me.
down this cliff
to the valley floor
at the valley floor, I came across a pile of stones.. this is where i sat to meditate for quite awhile [will tell of my experience in another post].. of course, I had to add my stone to this. a sign that I had been here.
FROM MY JOURNAL: I felt very welcomed here at Kata Tjuta, enveloped in a warm energy even though it was cold and windy. protected somehow. I heard many voices.. the Elders: "acceptance of where you are"..... as I was walking, thinking of how I was actually in the desert - physically and also creatively: "look around you, there is beauty always'...