Early on in Maliyan’s stay in Euroka’s hut, a woman knocked on her door.
“Hello,” said the woman in a surprised but friendly manner. “I’m Laura-Bella, an artist friend of Euroka. Is he out?”
After explaining where Euroka was, Maliyan invited her in because she didn’t appear to want to go. Also, she seemed to sense what Euroka might be doing. Anyway, Maliyan liked her. Laura-Bella looked around the hut carefully, paying particular attention to the didgeridoo on the bed.
Here is the beginning of the NEW second book of the Nanima Series! (It doesn’t have a name or cover yet.)
“I think you are on the spectrum, boo,” said Luna.
Maliyan laughed and thought, Always the joker.
Luna wasn’t smiling and continued sympathetically, “Lots of people are. I mean, I like people on the spectrum. I find them interesting.”
Maliyan wasn’t sure what was worse—Luna’s diagnosis of her mental state or his trying to make it better by kindly reassuring her that, regardless, it was fine with him. It made it all the funnier or all the more disturbing.
Nanima (Book 1 of Nanima Series) is now available on Amazon in paperback and ebook. The audiobook will be available in 2 weeks. This new fiction series is located in an Australian rural town, Wellington, N.S.W. (Nanima in the story). It is the area my family come from. My grandfather was a pioneer farmer and made his house from the stones of the river. Farming has been in the family for generations. The series follows the lives of characters I hope you will come to love and welcome into your heart and mind. My writing style is short and succinct—easy to read. However, the messages about life and relationships are both easy and difficult. As is always the case, things seem simple when we understand them, but when we don’t…big mess!
Happy new year, 2022. May you make the most of this year. Here is the beginning of a new story to start the year!
This is not a white story or a black one.It’s a spirit story and an earth one.
Chapter 1: Nanima
Nanima lay in a pretty-as-a-picture valley at the joining point of two living, breathing rivers. The small country town had an English name, but Nanima was its ancient-as-the-rivers Aboriginal one.
When discovering it, English explorer, Oxley, said, “It is beautifully picturesque.”
Of course, he didn’t really discover it. Even before the local people knew it, the valley and rivers knew themselves. The idea of discovery and consequent possession is used by those with neither the intelligence nor sensitivity to see the value in lives other than their own. Anyway, the Aboriginal people had a different sense of ownership. There is no need to possess anything when there is access to everything. It is only when someone says that your mother belongs to them that there is a problem. For more than fifty thousand years, there wasn’t a problem. For the last two hundred, there was.