about belonging

As a third culture kid -raised in a culture other than my parents’- I have never truly felt a sense of belonging to any particular place. It’s a feeling of statelessness, living in society but always as an outsider.

Even after 25 years in Australia, I am deeply grateful and respect my family’s heritage but I don’t belong to any of them. I love living in Australia because of the her sublime nature, the beauty of the Australian bush, the multiculturalism. But I don’t belong here either. I don’t belong anywhere, other than the earth beneath me. And I’ll do my best to protect her the best I can.

Glacier’s Singing Dropstones

Love this article <3 (because I love pebbles :D)

“During the ice-age when Australia was nearer the South Pole, glaciers dominated the landscape. As glaciers bulldozed through the landscape, rocks and debris were picked up and carried along in the weight and movement of ice. When the glacier reached the ocean, chunks carved off into icebergs. The stones frozen in the iceberg floated offshore.

As the iceberg melted, the stones dropped into the ocean. The glaciers pick up that material, move to the edge of the continent, then move out to sea with it, then drop it. That’s why Geologists call these stones dropstones, or ice rafted debris, and many such pebbles have washed up on the strip of coastline that includes Singing Stones Beach.”

Two hands holding up ocean rock pebbles

https://www.abc.net.au/news/2024-07-31/epic-history-behind-famous-singing-stones-beach/104148526