We rise before Gugunyal (kookaburra) wakes to lead the morning bird song. Soon we will leave Turemulerrer for Maneroo, and the Bogong moth ceremonies of Targangal.
As the sun rises we look out over the bay and in the distance see the Beowas, the killer whales – ancestors of the Katungal – who bring the baleen whale into shore for us to eat, for healing the elders and for new tools, during the Jaanda (whale) and springtime ceremonies. As we travel the Bundian Way our ancestor spirits sing to us. The Bundian Way is an ancient Dreaming songline.
We watch many a sun rise and fall as we walk in the forests around Balawan, then climb high through river country and over mountains on to the Maneroo plains, covered in wildflowers. We eat crops of sweet yams we tended on our way to Turemulerrer and the Jaanda ceremonies, and pass the Burus (kangaroos) basking in the sun. At night we rest by creeks and springs, on soft grass we keep low by burning. We fall asleep to the sound of nocturnal creatures, crashing, scraping, calling and flying through the bush.
For thousands of years, since the Dreamtime, this has been the way, taking care of our land, connecting country, taking care of each other.