she has to write a personal reflection on what it is to be Australian and do a
presentation. It was a difficult concept for her because she said she doesn't
feel Australian; she doesn't identify with any of the generalisations with
which we are constantly bombarded.
I couldn't think of a thing to say... I don't feel Australian either. We talked
about the nature of identity and how it can be formed in many different ways.
I made a flippant comment: The only time I feel Australian is when I'm overseas!
And then I came across this image....
|My Home is the Sea by Matt Wisniewski|
It vividly reminded me of when we used to live in London and how I longed
to see the sea. The Mr and I would hire a car and drive to Brighton or
Ilfracombe in North Devon and just gaze at it for ages, taking in our fill. This,
then, reminded me of how I also used to long to smell freshly cut grass...
weird I know ;)
Anyway, in the way of meandering thought processes.... it all made me realise
that I am very Australian, inside me, at some integral spot... I really need vast
spaces every so often to feel at ease, and for me that is symbolised by the sea.
I'm guessing because I spent so much of my childhood at the beach. Also, the
smell of freshly cut grass is symbolic of our outdoors way of living here. Again
from childhood, it's warm summer days spent playing outside.
Of course, my big girl can't use my reflections but I'm hoping this will help her
come up with something meaningful for herself.
How about you? Do you feel Australian, or wherever you're from? Do you feel
connected to where you were born or can you only see these connections when
you're far away from there? I'd love to hear what you think :)