Geowalkabout

To work in a place where the tree canopy stretches wide like an emerald cathedral roof, filtering golden morning light into dappled mosaics across the sacred Boodjar. Not mere soil, but ancient ground, rich with memory, spirit, and quiet ancestral breath. Each leaf sways with purpose, whispering secrets of six seasons and serenity. Beneath this leafy gateway, a quiet symphony plays, the rustle of branches, the laughter of wind threading through eucalyptus limbs, and the gentle percussion of tiny feet skipping across timeless land.

Koolbardies flit like brushstrokes on a living canvas, feathers catching light like stained glass in motion. Their warble rings not just with song, but with story, echoing through generations with soul and grace. Chuckaluck dance between branches, quick and curious, their flight a choreography of joy and ancient rhythm.

And then , this school. Cradled by Country, its presence gentle yet powerful. Walls breathe knowledge and belonging. Classrooms pulse with spirit and potential. Here, windows invite the outside in, the scent of rain on bark, the hush of dusk falling softly, the promise that learning here is rooted, reaching, alive.

What a beautiful place to be.