I can feel the souls of my ancestors calling me back home To all the familiar places and tracks I once did roam

THE OLD PROVERBIAL RECOVERY

Calling Me Home by Lyndon Lane, Goodooga, NSW

Read more: http://www.creativespirits.info/aboriginalculture/arts/calling-me-home#ixzz2jqzHuj5H

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I survived by keeping my emotions in check – by maintaining my composure and tucking it all away. I managed to stay under the radar, skating through school without anyone truly remembering I was here. My teachers acknowledged my academic successes and my coaches depended upon my athletic abilities, but I wasn’t important enough to make a recognizable social contribution. I was easily forgettable. That’s what I counted on.” 

― Rebecca Donovan, Reason to Breathe

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