I have no idea where to start with this. You know when you have an experience and you feel that you and your life will never be the same again, but you can’t articulate how.
That’s where I am.
I left Uluru and our wellness team over a week ago. I have been waiting for the words to come. They are there, but haven’t come through properly yet.
Our last morning together was powerful. Quidong in the gorge at Uluru followed by our last breakfast together. That feeling when you don’t want to leave … the place or the people.
Ken rose to express some final words of gratitude. By the end of it I don’t think there was a dry eye around the table; mine were definitely wet, as were my cheeks, my neck and my t-shirt lol.
Uluru is a sacred place. Her energy is palpable, and she is unexpected. Photographs do not show you all of the grooves, holes, caves, gorges, quiet places. In fact, photographs delude you into thinking the rock was just placed there. And her changing colors – only presence and your own eyes do this justice. Such a magick there, a healing and stilling magick.
And we were so blessed to spend so much time there, bathing in the majesty of something truly otherworldly, with people impacted as much as I was.
What a charmed life I lead. And how blessed am I that last year was so yuck I needed to take a year to rediscover who I was and explore our world. I’ve been to some incredible places, and I’ve met some beautifully incredible people, and caught up with amazing friends.
Peace. Blessings. Gratitude.