A Place To Call Home

A Place To Call Home

A new chapter of our camping holiday unveils with the discovery of our new home. Now this is a place we have camped before but we thought it was destroyed in the recent fires that devastated Esperance. We simply drove out here to send love and healing to our favourite place on Earth. Well…I do believe in miracles!!! All around we see scorched land but through some miracle, our little camp site is untouched. I am not sure if I can sufficiently express our pure elation and excitement. This truly feels like a home coming. We set up camp in our new home site. We are ever so grateful to be gifted with this beautiful, gentle peace of Earth to call home.

Once again we are reminded of the power of nature. The fire we witnessed the other day seems to have reignited with the winds. This time we helplessly watch from another location as the fierce intensity of the fire fuels up and spreads clouds of darkness up into the sky. We are far enough away to be safe but my heart bleeds for those brave souls facing the reality of what this fire means. All I can do is pray and send love and healing.

Since the previous fire that destroyed so much of the beautiful nature around the Cape Le Grand region, we have wondered the fate of the wild brumbies who would visit us here. Well, we didn’t have to wait for long for our answer….two beautiful brumbies stroll up and walk through our camp site!!! They are amazing…so unfazed by our appearance. We have since seen that there are a whole of them…Mum, Dad, siblings and baby. Oh how my heart fills with joy!

We do our yearly pilgrimage up Frenchman’s Peak. This is a very special place for me. I will share the Walich Dreaming story told by the Nyoongar Aboriginal people. The Ngadju people to the north and east share this story; however there are slight variations in the telling between these two groups. So here goes….One day two walich (eagles) from the inland flew down to Kippa Kuri (Esperance) and landed at Mandooboomup ( Cape Le Grand). The Mother walich made a nest and laid her eggs, while the Father walich flew off to look for food at Stokes Inlet.

A group of Aboriginal people camped near the Mother walich. The parents told the children to stay in the camp with the Elders while they went out hunting for food. Two children did not do as their parents asked and went off walkabout. They came across the nest of the Mother walich and stole her eggs, taking them back to camp.

When the Mother walich saw her eggs were missing, she flew after the two children. Catching them, she picked them up and carried them to sea and dropped them in. Every time the children tried to swim back to shore, the Mother walich would pick them up and drop them in the sea again. There are two rocks (Islands) offshore…they are the two children. The granite peak of Frenchman’s Peak …is the Mother walich watching the sea in case those children try to come back. And the water seeping from the peak…are the tears of the parents crying for their children.

The cave up at Frenchman’s peak is a sacred place. We are all touched by the energy. The view is absolutely spectacular…encompassing the magnificent Cape Le Grand and out to the picturesque ocean scattered with islands. This is my favourite place to meditate.

In love and light
Leanne xxx