Proof of Life
Just like this little daffodil is the blossoming of a bulb’s longing for expression, our longings themselves are the proof of the life our hearts already know is possible.
Darkest Night
Today’s winter solstice feels particularly ripe for reflection and even more of a new year than 1 January does, especially after a year that has itself felt like a kind of solstice, a deep pause.
Harvest Moon
Autumn always feels so abundant, in a deeper more subversive way than Spring does.
Wind, water, action!
There’s an excitement about these weathered ships and where they’re going. Nature is wild here too. Weeds and wild flowers and sea birds.
Dandelions
There is something magical about dandelions that I can’t resist. I have to make a wish.
What does not bend, breaks
Backwoods living has tested my strength physically and emotionally and I've discovered a depth of resourcefulness I never knew I had.
Why am I leaving this?
Living here has been a journey back to me and to my place in nature.
Living the dream
My tree change included many hallmarks of a life on the land, birth and death, floods and fires and moments of holy communion with the natural world.
After the flood
I realised that of all the things that I cherish about living here, it's these flood days that I love the most.
The love of thousands
We are a potent mix of our essential selves and the accumulated experience of those that have come before us.
Rose is a rose, loveliness extreme
On reflection, my time here has been so much more than a lifestyle change, it has also been a period of personal rewilding, a journey back to my own true nature.
Not drowning, waving
The times when I've stepped into that messy uncomfortable place of my own truth and lead with it, I've made more meaningful connections.
What’s so funny about peace, love and understanding
Now more than ever, we also need to look to nature and it's power to heal our divisions.
Where ever you go, you take yourself with you
With the distractions of city life stripped bare and in relative physical isolation, there was no escaping myself, my monkey mind and some personal introspection.
My life with spiders
My home, like the forests and river valley that surround me, has its own tiny ecosystem with its own seasonal ebbs and flows.
Leap of faith
Life on the land can be one of extremes but there's a richness to it I have not experienced anywhere else.