I have been so busy with work and then upcoming study, that i totally forgot about my blog. Not that it matters…
And so we went on our camping holiday in the Western Australian bush…quite remote. A challenge to get there…but oh boy, so worth it!
The Gibb River road has been kind to us this time… we reached our destination, Bachsten Camp, WA. Stunning location, remote which means no too many people with us.
Seriously, i think swimming in those natural rock pools is one of the most amazing thing, even though I remain always uncertain of the underneath world…
I came back energized and refreshed.
and the dry season is so lovely right now…
Our camping trip was cut very short. Two smashed tires in the middle of nowhere on the Gibb River Road obliged us to return.
No 2….. In a 20-minute interval
No spare anymore at this stage and the daylight fading beautifully on us..
The beauty surrounding us was breathtaking. Camping in the wild is always nurturing, even in blemished circumstances.
Unforgiving Gibb Road. Certainly reknown for its challenges.
My expression of it all, once back home.
The face of disappointment
Very grateful to be able to express those feelings through creativity;)
This country is hard to grasp. The immensity strikes me.
It is almost scary
so much space and nothing to contain us.
With the vastness of the horizon,
we must expand, grow into it,
take as much space as we can,
integrate this immensity within us,
let it feed us; otherwise we will get swallowed, crushed, fearful and unable to accept the opportunity to be nourished by the elements.
Time too is larger.
The pace is different in the Outback; you look around and everything seems still, like the clock has stopped.
And yet, the sun setting reminds us that today is passing.
Or perhaps it is the energy that is still.
It is not the effervescent sea shore, with the continuous tidal movement.
Here, it’s still.
of the heat, the birds, the gusty wind, the harshness of the land, dry and dusty.
Some people say that there is nothing out here.
Too harsh, too isolated. Hard country it is.
To see and feel the outback, you have to open yourself, leave your known world behind, open your senses to its appealing and fascinating beauty.
I had written this while on our trip across Australia, almost two years ago…
For some reasons, the desert is calling.
This is where I’d like to be right now.
This week, on my way to work, I was listening to Fran Kelly on her breakfast show from ABC radio national, Australia. She was interviewing Robyn Davidson. I often have a half awake ear in the morning but the few words got my attention….
….Robyn Davidson was telling about how the desert changed her, her consciousnesses… and her life, forever.
This is a true story. Robyn Davidson, aged at that time 27, walked from Alice Springs, across the desert, on a 1700 mile journey to the Indian Ocean, Western Australia. She later wrote her story..
A movie beautifully made with a fascinating, heartening and inspiring (true) story, and amazing photography. It certainly moved me deeply (and I wish I could go back to the desert soon).
A story worth listening…
Voila le fameux lac Argyle.. Mer interieure de 900 metres carre!
Et Quel plaisir de Vous voir sur Skype mes Parents Cheris, ma Soeur Cherie, L et T !! Happy Moi❤