Uluru – Mirlirrtjarra -  Meekathara

Weather is looking good, the RV6 phoenix is flying at it’s finest, Phoenix is the tale of the great mythological bird, rising from the ashes, I’m just glad this little beauty has already done the great rise, just so we don’t have to worry about it again. This is a long flight and we structured the flight plan on the GPS to follow the road, yes I’m hearing you, a road, what do you need that up there for? Well in value and love of life, if the phoenix decides to rise again, we will need a landing strip to run and the road seems like a great option. My friend Bill is the master of this aircraft and as a very quiet man, I appreciate his desire to be the phantom in this project, but I am grateful for the privilege to share it with such a gentleman. I love flying again, it’s something I didn’t think would be happening in this lifetime, but as I love to say ‘you know what thought said? – lots of S%#T.

The ranges in the desert blow me away; the veins of the earth are just reflecting the veins in this body of mine. Taking perspective from different spaces transforms the way I see life and the air really exposes a broader reality. ‘Petermanns Ranges’ pop out of the earth in the middle of nowhere; there is the delusion, because there I was ‘Petermanns Ranges’ somewhere in that nowhere, an incredible scene.  As the flight continues, I insist I see Uluru on my left; a massive rock out of the ground, no Marie, Mt Conner is what you are seeing. Uluru is further on, and there it is, what a sight, sandstone is my favorite stone and Uluru is all that. Hard to imagine 550 million years ago it was standing three kilometers high just to fall on it’s side and two thirds are now buried. I love this place; I do a magical meditation under the stars in the night and am blown away with the inner city lights of the night sky. Pinch me, pinch me.

This is the first time for me to see the great Uluru(Ayers Rock). The size, it’s presence and Kata Tjuta (The Olgas) are no different. We have a range of accommodation available and they are ‘Voyages, Voyages, or Vogages’. So we took Voyages. We are planning to make our way towards Exmouth tomorrow with stops at Mirlirrtjarra Community(Warburton) and Meekathara, this seems to be questioned due to those fronts, cyclones and heavy rains developing on the coast. Yes, weather again. Not to worry we are in the heart of Aussie, we will just take it as an aussie approach and ‘she’ll be right mate’. Funny thing about flying, it’s one negotiation, observation and open to shift action one after another.

Destination, Mirlirrtjarra (Warburton), this is an aboriginal community where tribes have come together from the outer regions. We are escorted to the roadhouse and I make my way to connect with the community. What incredible people I meet, some with a vision of intention, others just living and others sharing themselves, with time, energy and being. . It’s hard to believe the aboriginals could of survived out here for thousands of years and it blows me away that it’s still the case. So much to learn Marie.

Flying over the Gibson continues to be a treat, without turbulence, sand blasts or even a failing Pheonix. We land in Meekathara, Wherever there is a road there seems to be a mine, Meekathara no different, a mining town with some great coffee on the corner. I really was starting to shake.

There are many things I am learning, seeing and exposed to on this trip and one thing has been a standout. Bravehearts are everywhere, whether they are the teachers, the nurses, the kids, the parents or grandparents. They are ticking on this planet in every moment. I realize some places are very aware of the abuse that exists in their communities, because they see it in front of them. It’s not the bubbles behind closed doors, it is exposed on the streets in front of them. This bubble of chaos that is exploding like a volcanic eruption is powerful and the bravehearts that are supporting to heal the chaos, I am in awe of. I will be eternally grateful to of met such saints. This is humanity at it’s finest

As life shows many ways to see a picture, I can’t be any more grateful than I am today, in seeing more pictures of the human experience, I am inspired. This trip so far has exposed so much more to me than I could of imagined. The power compassion of those in action, the power of the voices of those in pain and the beauty of connecting without words with another. It is without a doubt love in action.

Gratitude.