On my return from the Island the memory of the journey is still with me. My body moves to the gentle motion of the waves that surrounded the ferry. I feel it more than I did then. It is as if the wind and waves have travelled back within me.
Somehow Bruny Island remains in my memory as a small stretch of coastal beach where we played as children for the day as we waited for the ferry to return from its voyage to take us home. We did not have a car, and I guess I was happily entertained with my little patch and what I was able to discover and build in it. This small section was all I remembered.
On returning to Bruny as an adult, I had imagined something much smaller. I was overwhelmed by the scale and beauty of the Island. I spent most of my time looking out at the rapidly changing landscape. I did not feel a conection with self, but one of being surrounded by a sense of another. It was a truely beuatiful place and a powereful journey.
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