Take a moment to stop, gaze, and appreciate the beauty of Wiradjuri Country, where three rivers wind through vast, burnt-red plains dotted with ochre. This is Wiradjuri Ngurambang, our land, and has been for thousands of years. It’s home to Gugaa, the fierce protector of Wiradjuri Country, and Maliyan, guardian of the skies. This sacred place, where the eagle soars above, ensures that all is well and in order on Wiradjuri land.As I look around, I see yellow-bellied Murray Cod swimming in the waters, kangaroos bounding across the plains, and birds everywhere – kookaburras, cockatoos, and magpies. My heart feels close to home. Walking up the red dirt path, I push through the rickety gate and step onto the vast open veranda. Inside, the bare dirt floors are sprinkled with my tiny footprints, leading me to Canowindra Ngurambangga.Here, I am home – home to my great aunties, Auntie Alice and Auntie Mary, our formidable Tup and Dung. These lively matriarchal sisters, strong and determined yet soft and kind, are always glad to see me. Now, it feels as if I am truly home again.
Belinda is a dedicated mother and Wiradjuri language teacher living in Western Sydney. She proudly carries strong matriarchal bloodlines that span across many towns in Central West New South Wales, on Wiradjuri country. A university student and recent alumna, Belinda has a deep love for literature and a passion for writing stories that captivate both young and mature readers alike. Her writing style is a vibrant tapestry of genres, ranging from dramatic romance to light-hearted comic tales filled with cheer and laughter. Belinda also creates informative and fun children’s books designed to engage and inspire young, spirited minds.
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pure poetry, love as the fulcrum and the lever as evidenced by culture and history - read it aloud, to yourself or someone you love, to appreciate just how beautifully crafted this is.
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Take a moment to stop, gaze, and appreciate the beauty of Wiradjuri Country, where three rivers wind through vast, burnt-red plains dotted with ochre. This is Wiradjuri Ngurambang, our land, and has been for thousands of years. It’s home to Gugaa, the fierce protector of Wiradjuri Country, and Maliyan, guardian of the skies. This sacred place, where the eagle soars above, ensures that all is well and in order on Wiradjuri land.
As I look around, I see yellow-bellied Murray Cod swimming in the waters, kangaroos bounding across the plains, and birds everywhere – kookaburras, cockatoos, and magpies. My heart feels close to home. Walking up the red dirt path, I push through the rickety gate and step onto the vast open veranda. Inside, the bare dirt floors are sprinkled with my tiny footprints, leading me to Canowindra Ngurambangga.
Here, I am home – home to my great aunties, Auntie Alice and Auntie Mary, our formidable Tup and Dung. These lively matriarchal sisters, strong and determined yet soft and kind, are always glad to see me. Now, it feels as if I am truly home again.
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Such a unique read, I could see it was all about family and connections with the land…the trial and tribulations of generations young and old…
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It’s nothing like I’ve read before; it’s so immersive it feels like you’re right there in the moment
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Kain Bu Maisie records the timeless layers of love, and its generations of loss that create a tapestry of life. The author highlights the vitality and endurance of first love, of relationships, of love’s warmth, of the pain of distance, intertwined with tumultuous events in history. It is a stream of consciousness, a poetic record that has a universal familiarity.
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