I couldn't speak about Gulaga for about 3 months after being there. Not even to myself! The experience of this sacred mountain seemed so powerful that I knew it needed time to be integrated - its own time, that is. I have been involved in Outdoor Education for about 15 years, mostly with adolescents, through schools. And yes, the camps were worthwhile, albeit short, especially in the area of personal development, my particular area of interest. But what gave me the biggest buzz, was when kids really connected with their surroundings - went beyond normal experiences, beyond words, to experience some sense of Otherness'. Like being up before dawn & staggering up some mountain to get a breathtaking sight of creation unfolding; or canoeing on the Kangaroo River in a drowned river, valley surrounded by tree skeletons that in the heavy mist were indistinguishable as to whether they were above or below water, with the haunting tune of a didgeridoo lending an even more surreal atmosphere. When kids became awed at the raw beauty & power of Nature, this is what I always hoped for. Of course you cannot always plan for those "gifts of grace", but I tried. I'd always incorporate 'solo' time; we'd enter deep silence through caves; star gaze for hours on clear nights; write poetry, share poetry; cultivate awareness, etc. But this aspect was so infinitesimally small & really I was out of step with most of the programs that jam-packed so much into the day leaving precious little time for quiet reflection, Or hurtled kids through the bush on mountain bikes. Or created dozens of initiative tasks that could just as easily been done on the school oval. I never felt at ease with 'using' the bush to satisfy outcome - based programs. How different was this to viewing the earth as a resource to be plundered - and let's face it, taking 130 kids into a fragile area en masse, or into any area en masse, is very plundering!! Anyway, I guess I was seeking a deeper connection with the earth myself. And this is where Gulaga comes in. It was called a pilgrimage. A pilgrimage at Easter to Mount Gulaga on the south coast of NSW. I was reluctant to go but I went anyway. I was hanging on by the thinnest of threads until the end of the term when I was to go on long service leave for 12 months. I promised myself that I would give no energy out to others. That effectively meant I spent a lot of time in silence. It probably prepared me for the transition of leaving the city behind and entering into the wilderness, what some have referred to as entering into wilderness psychologically as well as physically (Greenway 1995). Mountains have always been known as sacred places, places that make our spirits soar. They join heaven and earth. People have always made pilgrimages to mountains for this very reason. They are holy sites, places to experience replenishment, to breathe in the universe. The word 'spirit' comes from the Latin word 'spirarae' which means 'to breathe together' (Swan 1996) Dulumunmun (Uncle Max), a Yuin elder, was to be our guide on this pilgrimage to Gulaga. His Yuin ancestors have sung this land since the beginning of time. He started telling the Dreamtime stories a few hours out of Sydney. We not only heard but saw the stories of Koorakari, Wind Spirit, stories about Creation, about the Birthing Law, about the Circle of Life. It gave new meaning to the study of a sacred text. And I felt my relationship to the land changing, deepening. …