Special Stories and Songlines of Life, Land and Larder
Special Stories and Songlines of Life, Land and Larder
Gnamma Holes are natural depressions or rock-holes hollowed out through chemical weathering processes in granite domes or other hard rock surfaces. They allow pools of fresh rainwater to form and have been an important and sometimes sacred feature for Aboriginal people for over 60,000 years. Gnamma holes created critical water supplies for the Aborigines, influencing their annual migration patterns or songlines across the western half of Australia.
In a similar fashion to gnamma holes, this site serves as a place where special stories of life, land and larder are gathered and pooled. The Gnamma Hole is repository of special places, people, and experiences that refresh, restore and enrich us along our life journeys – whoever and wherever we are in the world.
We hope this site inspires you to go out and explore new places, experiences and to share them with others on social media.
If you have a special story to tell, email us for our consideration (all contributing authors fully acknowledged).
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