Adele’s Grove Part 4

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Derek decided to spend our last day kayaking in the National Park and climbing a couple of the more difficult tracks. I was excited for him and could not wait to see the pictures. We would be leaving the next day and I was going to try and head to the main house and get online before we had to start packing.

Instead, I spent most of the day cleaning Fluffy thoroughly. I pulled everything out and though exhausted in the heat, it felt a million times better.

Funny how everything flows together as it should be. Quite a few people had left when we got down to the main building, and new ones are coming in. You could feel the change in the tone at the camp. The new crowd was younger with a different energy and focus. The kids would be packing up soon. It was time for us to go as well, even though when we got there, we were sure we would never leave. It appears that road travel has an ebb and flow. Even with no time restraints, you just feel it. Stop here, not there. Time to go, we won’t stay another day. It means we get to stay in each place and get our fill. It differs, I think, for each person and it seems that everyone needs different things from their holidays. People want different things from their camps, the people they meet, from every aspect of their travel. The only way to cope is to just know who you are and what you need and to not be swayed by other people. Everyone has an opinion of what is good or bad, none of it has much to do with you. Reviews online are like that too. My saying I liked somewhere is really irrelevant unless you know me and by what scale I judge things. Even then, my glowing review might then convince you more that this is not the place for you. It is really interesting to watch the human dynamics of a group sort itself out with every camp we come to. Even when you free camp and you are not staying for more than a night or a few hours, people immediately organize into a type of structure.

Derek came back with such incredible photos and was particularly struck with the hardest climb when he reached the top and the one spot that the Aborigines ask you not to take any pictures of their sacred land. I think they need people to understand that there are some places here on earth that they have protected so that they cannot be “owned” by anyone. They don’t “own” them but rather they are the “guardians” of that place. It is not something you can photograph and therefore imprint yourself on it, as a form of “ownership” that you take it with you. It is a place where, if you go with the right intent, and you allow yourself to stand and feel, that it will imprint on you and you will carry it in your heart forever and it will live on through the energy of all those who share that moment, even though they be years apart in their incidents. Spiritual experiences are different from all the other experiences we have. They are something that are meant for just us. The more we try to share them with others, or to explain them, the more we lose some of their meaning for us. It is not that one person gets an experience because they are special. It is that each of us must make our own spiritual path and be open to our own experiences. We cannot borrow from those of others. Standing on that mountain, in that sacred place, was about that experience. It was Derek’s to understand. The invitation made is that all are welcome to climb.

I love my man. Most people see just this strong, dominant, sometimes scary person. He has a big voice and large personality and far too many never get beyond that initial assumption about who he is. I laugh about his connection with animals and nature but it is a very real thing. As he kayaked that day, this time in the National Park and pulling his heavy kayak out of the river and carrying it up to reach the next section of the river, he went up to find the source of the river.

It bubbles from deep underground out of the earth, through the grass, to form the river you see in all the pictures. It is unreal when you start thinking about the amount of water and how big the source is that is being tapped. He likes to go very quietly so he can catch the wildlife and get pictures for me. As he was going along he looked down and saw a couple of fish on one side. Then, a few moments later, he noticed a couple on the other side. Time went on and there were more and more fish gathering on each side until he looked behind him and he had a whole trail of fish following him as he paddled down the river alone. Some of them were quite big and he said he could have reached down and pulled one out. If he had a net he would have caught dozens. Instead, he stuck a finger in the water and jiggled it and they gathered around to watch. He finally met another kayak and they laughed and commented on his “friends” that were following him. That’s my babe. Snow White dancing in the forest with all her little animal friends.

As we charged all our electronics for the last time we could hear a couple of the groups around us. Same old thing as always, people talking about how big their caravans are, how much they paid, how they have the best and all the things they have done. People are still so caught up in who they want other people to think they are. One couple made a big production about telling everyone how they had travelled around the world in their own “boat” and that they were staying at $1200.00 per night hotels on this trip. I guess maybe that is interesting information for some but I wanted to ask them to share what their world travel had taught them, how it changed them. I want to know what people had hoped to find in their lives and what they ended up finding and how it impacted them. I long for connection with people who see more in the world than just how much money or things or even experiences they have collected. Even those people who claim to teach others the spiritual path, there seems to be a need to brag about all the courses, all the places they have been.

So far, on this trip, those who have most taught us, those who have touched us, are the indigenous people we have met and a park ranger who has stayed for over 20 years because he loves the river and the trees and feels like he should pay for the privilege of being there. I love their simplicity and the strength of their words. When we live our words, they have power. When you meet someone like that, they can literally change your life and always, they teach you more about life and yourself, than you might have ever considered possible.

What an experience.

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