Last weekend went on a walk with Aboriginal wise fella and good bloke Uncle Max.
He took a bunch of us whitefellas and ladies around some Aboriginal sites in Kuringai NP.
He has a lovely casual teaching style, showing us plants to eat and sharing stories of growing up.
He showed us this whale dreaming site and I was amazed to realise how intricatre the carvings were.
There was even a gutter and pool carved into the rock in drain the water away.
It was such an honor to connect with this timeless culture that we have tried to ignore and destroy.
Max has a message of working with nature and listening to it's voice.
He accepted us into his world, the real Australia.
We went to a cave where Governor Phillip was also offered a dry place out of the rain 200 years ago.
He was too thick to listen as he realised later.
I hope we aren't to thick to listen?
