By a St Kilda resident
I write this wondering if it might be a way for
I am a St Kilda (Melbourne) resident who uses Albert Park as a place of healing. It is the place I go to walk, to walk mindfully, to ground. It is a safe place in nature where I can go to connect, release, relax, unwind, rejuvenate.
And each year the Grand Prix arrives.
The construction they put up is effectively placed on my walking track. It is an intrusion into my healing space. My park is replaced by engines. As I walk around on the grass, the paths and the habitual places I go are no longer accessible, and in the
It is through this tiny experience I can begin to understand the significance of Country to Aboriginal people and the emotional and physical impact of development over their sacred sites.
I can start to imagine the pain felt by the Djab W
It is said that some of the trees had great cultural as well as
I have lived in St Kilda for 4 years. The Djab Wurrung have been living amongst those trees, raising their children, for countless generations.
I am thinking these thoughts as I walk around. My healing walk is invaded. My empathy for the dispossessed, however, is heightened.