The Kantju Gorge waterhole where we sat in silent reflection after the Mala Walk and visit to the Cultural Centre. Most of the group found this a significant experience in a special place. The silence added to the peacefulness of the setting.
This is where I wrote the following poem which I originally posted from Uluru.
I love the variety of the rock, how it's so different, so many things in so many places.
I love it's protection and provision and it's power to inspire and unite and excite.
I love it's texture and colour, it's size and strength.
I love how it nourishes the life around it,
how it is a place of celebration and ceremony,
a place of mystery
and a sign of God's awesome creative power and imagination.
There is more to this story. (Here's what you've been waiting for Linda!)
An unusual combination of factors made posting this particular piece particularly uncomfortable. I had just had my daily intake of Diet Coke. I was suffering with a cold which for some reason means I have to pee more often. I was due to be somewhere else. I was using an internet kiosk with a timer and was fast running out of time, with no more coins to feed into the machine; as it was it was about $1 for each 5 minutes of web time. I was trying to complete the post and add my reflection poem to it as the pressure on my bladder was increasing with vice like tenacity, all the while the timer was ticking inexorably down, warning me I had a minute left, then 30 seconds etc. I was by this time writhing in my seat, desperately trying to get the last few words typed (with my stylish 2 finger typing) fearing I was about to flood the floor of the internet room! With no time to correct mistakes I punched the last letter, hit publish and rushed out of the room seeking somewhere to gain relief. The nearest toilet was 200m away, too far! What to do!
Nothing else for it, I ran (Waddled tight-legged would be a more accurate description) around the back of the building, looked for the nearest tree and hoped no-one was around! I have to confess that I was not completely successful in separating equipment from clothing before the necessary function commenced and it wasn't just relief that flooded over me in those first couple of seconds, but I was oblivious to caring by that point, the pressure was finally released! Sounds of someone working in a nearby shed were a minor distraction. Relieved but slightly damp around the groin, I returned to the computer to collect my belongings and rejoice to find that my post had successfully published with 2 seconds to spare! Hallelujah!
The lengths to which I'm prepared to go to blog should be an inspiration (or a lesson!) to us all!