I loved Return to Dust. Very much. I read it twice over in quick succession. The first, greedily – astonished by its beauty and carried along by descriptions of people, places and memories. I slowed down for my second reading to burrow more deeply into and understand Amber’s – the protagonist’s – story.
Vividly set in Central Australia and although weighted with grief, Amber's matter-of-fact yet lyrical musings and observations that sweep back forth through time, place, culture and country are gentle and crystal clear. They are a lesson in the power of being open and reflective. And to press on. Returning to her home in the Australian desert, Amber presses on. With her duties to her friends, her people, her work, and herself – to unfurl and draw knowledge from her memories, from culture, from country, and from those who love her.
It is a novella about the fleetingness of life and the expansiveness of its context, the evaporation of time and kindred spirits, and how – through acknowledgement and ceremony – the pains of loss can shift, making room for sight, light and grace.