forgiveness

Some further thinking about the lack of preparations I wondered about …

The desert, so often described as ‘unforgiving’, was the opposite. The length of the journey, the eternity of the horizon and the dirt track laid out before us, it gave us time. Time to remember, time to stop often, time to listen and watch, time to take in the sky and the spinifex. Time to sit by smoky fires and admire the stars. The journey forgave us our lack of preparation.

And the folks who hadn’t heard of us for so long? Hard to describe, hard to grasp even.

There are calls across the bush for children and ladies to come and see these visitors. There is holding of hands, swapping of stories. There is a longing gaze, and a shy glance. There is laughter, and whispering of sadness. There is time together that I will never forget, and hope to return to again.

The desert and its people, welcoming and forgiving.

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