|Image from Kapululangu Aboriginal Women's Cultural Law Centre|
After making the decision to be a volunteer carer for Aboriginal Elder women in the Great Sandy Desert yesterday, I spent the whole day crying, deep, soulful crying and so I thought it was a sign that I should do this, so I applied and was accepted for an interview as a Marlpa, but on reading the letter, the floodgates opened again to such an extent I realised I just could not do this, it was too much. Every time I think of these beautiful women of our land, my heart opens and I cry. It touches places that remind me of the suffering of my own parents in the last part of their lives and I know I would crumble to give so much again so soon.
There are 5 elders to be cared for and the degree of caring is 24/7 and hard yakka. They are the last remaining elders from before the strangers came, they are the wisdom women and the healers. To care for them would be an incredible honour but it keeps opening such depth of emotion that I just don't think I am up to it, so I am still at a loss as to what the Elders in my last two posts have been trying to tell me over the last 3 days, and I thought they had left but within half an hour of stating that they were back. So, I have offered myself energetically anyway that is needed anywhere in this land, but for now, in the physical I shall stay and continue my own rest and rejuvenation phase from the last three years of caring for my parents and honour the journey I traveled with them, so that I can move forward with strength on my journey ahead.
My body is very tired today, my heart is still raw and all I want to do is sleep and I know I am going within again today.
If you think you would like to be a Marlpa, I share the link with you. They are always looking for Marlpas. Follow the link below.....