Honouring the Freedom Seekers

Courage for our people means so many things. Over the past 250 years, we have swum to the deepest parts of the ocean. We have climbed to the top of mountains that we didn’t know existed, faced with harsh, extreme conditions at every peak. We have sifted through flatlands of powdered sands in an attempt to retrieve what has been taken and to find what we have lost as a people. We have lived on the fringes of abundant and wasteful cities, walked the streets of our own Homelands with nowhere to go, cut out from a supply of unlimited and plentiful resources that were previously bestowed through a complex and vast kinship system that guided our roles, responsibilities and obligations to each other, to ceremony and to the land.

When I sit with the energy of my Ancestors, I am struck with what I believe has become my biggest and possibly most testing act of courage yet: to find peace, despite external conditions and inter-generational trauma, to practice nurturing, to shine a light on a deep love for humanity and to practice radical self-care and care of people and country as a form of peaceful