The Woman Who Came in From The Cold

The tiny hamlet, where the Freedom community hosts the 8:32 gathering, has no more than a handful of houses. So, when she passed through, she was intrigued by who these people were camping on the racecourse showgrounds. It was then that she saw the small Forest of the Fallen.
After we told her who we were, she agreed to an interview.
After the interview, we hugged amidst the Forest, where her lost father could now reside. She held me tight as a flock of Australia’s last true larrikins, the corellas, cracked the sky overhead.

But this shelter-from-the-storm hug was what these gatherings were all about. We came looking for new ideas, to share our discoveries, but we also came looking for and offering solace.
Her name was Susan.
And the beautiful little girl with her was her granddaughter.