Lately I've been dreaming...
Of faraway places, and wide open spaces. My physical self is here, doing the things I've always done, but my spirit is far, far away.
I'm somewhere up along the Diamantina, or down the Birdsville Track.
I'm out beyond the back-of-beyond, where the spirits of the ancients are still dancing in the Dreamtime. Where the earth refuses to bend to man's will, but hums to the same rhythm she has always hummed to since the beginning of time, unhurried and unspoilt.
I'm anywhere, but here...
Perhaps it is a yearning to return to my roots - seldom acknowledged, but there just the same, embedded deeply in the very essence of who I am.
I am from the land where blue sky stretches from horizon to far horizon. The land where the night stars make you stand in awe for their sheer brilliance and abundance, and you remember that you are so very small in the grand scheme of things.