The land on which I/we sit is [insert Aboriginal name] land.
Bless the tribal peoples who have walked here in ages past, who walk it now and will walk it in the future.
This is a land to respect, nurture and be with.
For the silence of the land be blessed,
For the water from the skies and the heat of the sun be blessed,
For the fruit of the land be blessed,
May You embrace, circle and fill our beings each moment of our lives.
Written in Solitude, Callicoma Hill, Wanaruah land
15/2/09, M. Lamont