I drove 760kms today.
Through to Stanthorpe to meet up with my mother, who’s 86, and my brother, whom I’m very close to. The rest of the family comes in tomorrow.
Jennifer and I talked during the drive about pilgrimages. I told her that I walked around about the same distance as we were driving today. That disappointed her. She wanted to think that I walked further than 8 hrs drive!
I pointed out that we could do a pilgrimage in Australia – to Uluru, or Ayer’s Rock. It’s a very famous landmark – a deeply spiritual place for the aboriginal people. Although we’ve been to many religious and spiritual places around the world, we’ve never been to our own spiritual centre.
This is the only time in the year when I get to see all my family together – not even at Christmas do we all get together. So I guess this is our equivalent of Thanksgiving, without the thanksgiving, if you know what I mean.
My mother isn’t going to be around much longer. Each time I see her I wonder if it will be the last. And so around her, I’m always on my best behaviour!
Here are a couple of shots on the way up –