I was born in Far North Queensland, but my Aboriginal “country” lays on the border district between Queensland and New South Wales, the land of the Yugambeh Mununjali, Northern Bundjalung people. My Old People were moved away from their traditional homelands to work as labourers on pastoral properties. I also identify with my other ancestries: Scottish, Irish, English and Sicilian. While I do feel a connection to those places and people, I haven’t ever lived in those countries or felt a responsibility, or persecution for them. Sometimes this is difficult for the identity police to understand, and it seems that an Aboriginal person of pale orientation should relinquish their heritage in the name of authenticity and assimilation. As Salmon Rusdie says “It is the struggle of memory against forgetting”. Like most Aboriginal People I want freedom and I work hard for it on many levels, and my chosen sexuality or union of souls is a part of that.

"I am what I yam"
What would be the opening chapter of the Kamasutra of plant sex? A good pick would be a description of the numerous ways in which plants arrange their sexual organs: from both sexes in the same flower to sexes separated in different flowers or individuals. One widespread sexual strategy that remains an evolutionary enigma is the production of both male and bisexual flowers in the same plant, which occurs in approximately 4000 species.
-from Science Daily.com

Housing estates may come and go…
But the dreaming will always remain.

Have you ever seen the night going? Very few people even become aware of things that are happening every day. Have you ever seen the evening coming? The midnight and its song? The sunrise and its beauty? We are behaving almost like blind people. In such a beautiful world we are living in small ponds of our own misery. It is familiar, so even if somebody wants to pull you out, you struggle. You don’t want to be pulled out of your misery, of your suffering. Otherwise there is so much joy all around, you have just to be aware of it and to become a participant, not a spectator. Philosophy is speculation, Zen is participation. Participate in the night leaving, participate in the evening coming, participate in the stars and participate in clouds; make participation your lifestyle and the whole existence becomes such a joy, such an ecstasy. You could not have dreamed of a better universe.
From Zen: The Miracle Ch 2
By Osho