Standing on a plateau in Arnhem land I shed cool and silent tears.
My feet connected to the earth…
with every cell of my being,
I hear the whispers of generations.
The Dreamtime is not some primitive fantasy
It is a realm beyond our ignorance
a portal beyond time.
Weaving songlines cross the land
and every soul through generations.
The very web of Life.
The Sound of Her Voice 
Hi Rebecca,
I have a radio program called “Men’s and Women’s Stories” at Radio 4EB in Brisbane, wondered if you would like an invitation?
Yours sincerely,
Tim Easton
tjeaston3@gmail.com
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Sounds intriguing Tim.. would you tell me a bit more about it? becksurfinbabe@hotmail.con
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