paliti milaythina-ti: Spirit is in Country, 

Our country - lutruwita - is our home. 
It is our land from which we draw our connection and our culture. 
This country holds our stories, and this country holds us. It is where we will return to rest.

These three vessels each represent a place of connection. 

Each a place we have back for our people. Land we again manage ourselves. 
These are places in which our peoples’ solid roots go down very deep and continue to radiate peace and strength from which we may draw.

All of lutruwita is Aboriginal land and all of it is sacred.
But these areas hold special stories for our community.
Each of these place does have a story marked by invasion, but our people’s stories continue around it.

putalina holds story of our people across so many times. It has always been a special place. The shells of our old people line the beach, they walked along the water as we do.

Putalina was also the place the colony held 47 of our people trapped as prisoners, my ancestors included. 
It was the first place our people reoccupied and one of the first we won back and performed ceremony for our old people. Putalina is also one of the first places we reintroduced fire to care for country. Now it is a place that carries all these stories – it is where we continue to celebrate our sovereignty and our community every year. 

preminghana has our old peoples’ stories carved in rock across the coastline. Many have been covered up with sand and some pieces cut away and stolen. But our stories still remain etched into the earth. Preminghana is ours to take care of, to walk the beach, to gather and celebrate with our families. When I think of preminghana, I think of ceremony and community. I remember the delicious white currants that grow in abundance on the way down to the beach. 

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larapuna is our homeland, an area we tie back to and hold so close to us. But one not completely our own yet. To me, larapuna is sandy beaches, fire, and stars. The most beautiful place in the world to me. Here I think of my mum, my daughter and our ancestors, women born from this place who have carried us through. There are huge amounts of kunzea growing wild all around larapuna, the smell surrounds you as you walk