North-east of Leonora, and skirting the western edge of the Great Victoria Desert, one gets a clear visual of this great sparse land. Some people think of deserts as just sand dunes, which means they have watched too many old movies. Deserts may be sparse in places, and survive on meager annual rainfall, but they are not just a vast expanse of sand dunes. We’re a rugged country, and our deserts are indeed sparse in places, but they are also alive with life, rugged flora and fauna. One good downpour before spring and the whole place erupts in colour and life. Tadpoles appear in isolated rock pools, flocks of birds appear, Kangaroos breed up, plants seed new plants, insects multiply. For some this is too rugged, too isolated, but for me it is a place of renewal, and the rugged nature of the bush is a helpful challenge to my anthropocentric ways, a blunt confrontation with ego. It is also deeply spiritual, this is a liminal and numinous place.
Paul,
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