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Nanas River Cottage

Locality: Noojee, Victoria

Phone: +61 429 408 519

Address: School Road, Noojee 3833 Noojee, VIC, Australia

Website: http://www.nanasrivercottage.com.au

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25.01.2022 Such beautiful weather and such a heavenly place to be at today! Booked out for the whole month.. To friends, so pro bono but priceless to me! sharing nanas and watching the stress fall away from peoples hearts is beautiful to watch!

23.01.2022 Nanas River cottage is up and running, watch this space for some pictures and a change back to her original name!!!!

23.01.2022 Nanas fully booked till 2014 ! Time to rest now, studio here I come..

18.01.2022 On arrival.....

15.01.2022 This is written by Chief Dan George, In the course of my lifetime I have lived in two distinct cultures. I was born into a culture that lived in communal house...s. My grandfather’s house was eighty feet long. It was called a smoke house, and it stood down by the beach along the inlet. All my grandfather’s sons and their families lived in this dwelling. Their sleeping apartments were separated by blankets made of bull rush weeds, but one open fire in the middle served the cooking needs of all. In houses like these, throughout the tribe, people learned to live with one another; learned to respect the rights of one another. And children shared the thoughts of the adult world and found themselves surrounded by aunts and uncles and cousins who loved them and did not threaten them. My father was born in such a house and learned from infancy how to love people and be at home with them. And beyond this acceptance of one another there was a deep respect for everything in nature that surrounded them. My father loved the earth and all its creatures. The earth was his second mother. The earth and everything it contained was a gift from See-see-amand the way to thank this great spirit was to use his gifts with respect. I remember, as a little boy, fishing with him up Indian River and I can still see him as the sun rose above the mountain top in the early morningI can see him standing by the water’s edge with his arms raised above his head while he softly moanedThank you, thank you. It left a deep impression on my young mind. And I shall never forget his disappointment when once he caught me gaffing for fish just for the fun of it. My son he said, The Great Spirit gave you those fish to be your brothers, to feed you when you are hungry. You must respect them. You must not kill them just for the fun of it. This then was the culture I was born into and for some years the only one I really knew or tasted. This is why I find it hard to accept many of the things I see around me. I see people living in smoke houses hundreds of times bigger than the one I knew. But the people in one apartment do not even know the people in the next and care less about them. It is also difficult for me to understand the deep hate that exists among people. It is hard to understand a culture that justifies the killing of millions in past wars, and it at this very moment preparing bombs to kill even greater numbers. It is hard for me to understand a culture that spends more on wars and weapons to kill, than it does on education and welfare to help and develop. It is hard for me to understand a culture that not only hates and fights his brothers but even attacks nature and abuses her. I see my white brothers going about blotting out nature from his cities. I see him strip the hills bare, leaving ugly wounds on the face of mountains. I see him tearing things from the bosom of mother earth as though she were a monster, who refused to share her treasures with him. I see him throw poison in the waters, indifferent to the life he kills there; and he chokes the air with deadly fumes. My white brother does many things well for he is more clever than my people but I wonder if he has ever really learned to love at all. Perhaps he only loves the things that are outside and beyond him. And this is, of course, not love at all, for man must love all creation or he will love none of it. Man must love fully or he will become the lowest of the animals. It is the power to love that makes him the greatest of them allfor he alone of all animals is capable of love. Love is something you and I must have. We must have it because our spirit feeds upon it. We must have it because without it we become weak and faint. Without love our self esteem weakens. Without it our courage fails. Without love we can no longer look out confidently at the world. Instead we turn inwardly and begin to feed upon our own personalities and little by little we destroy ourselves. You and I need the strength and joy that comes from knowing that we are loved. With it we are creative. With it we march tirelessly. With it, and with it alone, we are able to sacrifice for others. There have been times when we all wanted so desperately to feel a reassuring hand upon usthere have been lonely times when we so wanted a strong arm around usI cannot tell you how deeply I miss my wife’s presence when I return from a trip. Her love was my greatest joy, my strength, my greatest blessing. I am afraid my culture has little to offer yours. But my culture did prize friendship and companionship. It did not look on privacy as a thing to be clung to, for privacy builds walls and walls promote distrust. My culture lived in a big family community, and from infancy people learned to live with others. My culture did not prize the hoarding of private possessions, in fact, to hoard was a shameful thing to do among my people. The Indian looked on all things in nature as belonging to him and he expected to share them with others and to take only what he needed. Everyone likes to give as well as receive. No one wishes only to receive all the time. We have taken something from your cultureI wish you had taken something from our culturefor there were some beautiful and good things in it. Soon it will be too late to know my culture, for integration is upon us and soon we will have no values but yours. Already many of our young people have forgotten the old ways. And many have been shamed of their Indian ways by scorn and ridicule. My culture is like a wounded deer that has crawled away into the forest to bleed and die alone. The only thing that can truly help us is genuine love. You must truly love, be patient with us and share with us. And we must love youwith a genuine love that forgives and forgetsa love that gives the terrible sufferings your culture brought ours when it swept over us like a wave crashing along a beachwith a love that forgets and lifts up its head and sees in your eyes an answering love of trust and acceptance. This is brotherhoodanything less is not worthy of the name. I have spoken.

11.01.2022 It's been a few years and I'm thinking of putting Nanas back out there after a well earned rest. Any ideas how I would do that and what you think she would be worth these days? I haven't updated her timeline or done anything as yet as I await your input and any comments would be appreciated. As usual, Nanas is looking beautiful.

09.01.2022 Toasty fire before heading to the toolshed! Such a beautiful night in Noojee

08.01.2022 Cold outside but snug as a bug in Nanas, enjoying the river views and forest dancing to the wind..all is spectacular at Nanas

06.01.2022 Nanas is no longer available for rental as accommodation! It is destined for creative space and peace! But don't let that put you off friends cause as nana taug...ht me that : " my house is small, no mansion for a millionaire, but there is room for friends and there is room for love That's all I care.... See more

02.01.2022 It is stunningly beautiful in Noojee today, gets me thinking about sharing the beauty with opening Nanas again. This little paradise is thriving and ever peaceful. Food for the soul