While driving on the Plenty Highway, across Queensland and the Northern Territory, I experienced the vastness and a sense of isolation. The experience of leaving behind friends, family and let’s say, security, was quite fresh in our mind and heart. But nothing too unfamiliar to process.
When we arrived in Alice Springs, a totally different scene welcomed us, very similar to what I experienced when I first visited Darwin. What I saw was mainly two groups of people, living together but not living together. Two communities in the same town with very little connection between each other and very limited understanding of each other. Also what I felt was that those two communities weren’t interested in reaching the other, whether by fear or ignorance. I am aware I’m generalizing. This is a very complex issue. But what I experienced was confronting and overwhelming, which stayed with me for some time while in the Red Centre.
We then drove to Uluru. Magnificent Uluru. While we were walking around, I had some interesting insights. One of them was about the people of this land. All of them, all of us.
Every Australian should visit Uluru, as a pilgrimage. This immense and sacred place brings healing to the heart. The indigenous of this land would benefit of this nourishment, bringing some (re-)connection with themselves, with their identity and their culture. All non-indigenous should also come here. To hear the Centre, this land’s heart, talking to their own heart. This could bring some understanding about the land and the so many stories. To build connections and relationships. Between themselves and between each other.
Another way of building a bridge perhaps.