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.