Last week I was back at yoga in Sydney after a 3-week break and my teacher said, “where have you been?” “I’m just back from 3 amazing weeks in the Simpson Desert, communing with nature, driving the fabulous sand dunes and basking in the wildflower covered slopes.” Being at one with nature. She said, “you’ve got to write about that”. And so I am.
When I visited Central Australia for the first time over 20 years ago, the land touched me – it’s age, history, ruggedness, beauty and timelessness. I could see the aboriginal songlines in it. I heard there was a big red desert to the south, the Simpson. I promised myself I would go there one day.
It was the beginning of a serious love affair with this land, our magnificent country. I discovered, as a fire sign, I am a very grounded person and I am happiest when I am walking in our land. It speaks to my soul. It started with driving in the Kimberley, followed by walking the Larapinta Trail, visiting Kakadu and Arnhem Land, trekking the Jatbula Trail, then the glorious Flinders Ranges and finally driving through the Simpson Desert. I don’t think it will be my last visit to the outback.
With good planning we managed to eat fresh whole foods every day, avoiding freeze-dried and processed food. My body thanked me for that.
There was no mobile or internet reception, no showers or toilets for 5 days. So we were completely at one with nature – the sun, brisk breezes, spectacular sunsets, cold nights, star studded skies and finally a glorious full moon. I tried to read and write when in the desert. It wasn’t possible. It demanded I be at one with it. It freed my head of any thought, planning or wanting. It was a truly amazing experience.