The way home..

Sometimes I don’t know if I need to find it or it needs to find me.

But as I’m often painfully times reminded, sometimes you don’t know until you need to.

My first time back on Country with my sisters we drove past this huge expanse of nothing. Just dirt. Dry and barren.

It took us ages to work out what it was, Lake George.

But it was empty and truely heartbreaking to see.

Since then the rains have come and everything is green again

This piece is to signify and remember the return. Of the rains and of our family.

The earth is green again but when will I be filled by the creator in this way?

When will I feel fully home?

The way home - A4