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    The Magic of Moving Water
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    The Magic of Moving Water

    The Positive of Negative Ions

    04/07/2025
    Tree Fern Forest
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    Tree Fern Forest

    02/21/2025
    Palm Grove Whispers
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    Palm Grove Whispers

    01/16/2025
    Song of the Forest
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    Song of the Forest

    01/08/2025
    Whispers of the Forest
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    Whispers of the Forest

    01/03/2025
    Cycadelic Whispers
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    Cycadelic Whispers

    12/30/2024
    Spirals have long been a quiet language of the sac Spirals have long been a quiet language of the sacred. In ancient Celtic art, spirals appear again and again- etched into stone, braided into metal, carrying meanings that reach beyond mere decoration. When you look at a tree fern crozier, you see this same spiral wisdom unfolding in green - nature’s own herald of growth, renewal, and mystery. It’s a small, perfect loop of possibility: uncoiling from the earth, carrying memory of what was, and promise of what will be. In that curling form, the sacred and the natural meet. A reminder that the world is alive with patterns that invite us to slow, to wonder, and to honour the magic already here. #wildnaturetherapy #faern #celticspirituality #sacrednature #fernwisdom
    Unfurling in quiet rhythm - a spiral of becoming. Unfurling in quiet rhythm - a spiral of becoming. Like the prow of a ship or the scroll of a violin, this tiny form holds an ancient language of growth, expansion and cyclical motion. In nature’s spirals we find the same geometry that shaped temples, shells, galaxies and our own breath - a reminder that life unfolds not in straight lines, but in curves of return, renewal and resolve. Pause with it. Feel the spiral’s quiet invitation to open, to grow, to become. #WildNatureTherapy #FernSpiral #SacredGeometry #NatureMagic #SlowGrowth
    In the quiet hours of night, when the world softe In the quiet hours of night, when the world softens and the forest holds its breath, a spiral begins to open. A fern frond, curled in on itself like a sleeping galaxy, slowly unfurls. Each turn reveals another layer of becoming. Each curve follows an ancient rhythm, echoing the golden mean written into leaf and light. 🌿 There is something deeply enchanting in this slow revelation. The crozier loosens its grip on yesterday. Pinnae stretch gently toward tomorrow. And in between, there is only presence - delicate, patient, alive. No sound. No urgency. Only the quiet courage of growth. It is a reminder that beauty is not made in haste. It is formed in stillness. It is shaped by time. It opens when it is ready. If you pause long enough, if you breathe with it, you may feel something ancient stir - a soft remembering of how to unfold. #WildNatureTherapy #NatureUnfolding #FernWhisper #SlowGrowth #ForestMindfulness
    This Sunday afternoon, I’m resting and reflectin This Sunday afternoon, I’m resting and reflecting. On a week that reminded me why I do this work. Why so many of us quietly, persistently, keep showing up for the living world. At At the Threshold, people gathered from different councils, disciplines, landscapes and life paths - united by one rare tree: Planchonella eerwah. And by something much larger - a shared responsibility for the future. We shared data. We shared stories. We shared field observations, doubts, questions, and hard truths. Brian Aston spoke about what the genetics - and the forests themselves - are telling us. Across many sites, recruitment is low. Seedlings are scarce. Many seeds carry tiny borer holes. As we walked, we gathered damaged seeds. Later, in sealed containers, something emerged: delicate moths, quietly revealing part of the story. Not enemies. Messengers. One short-term solution may be to collect seeds, propagate them in protected facilities, and return young trees to their home forests - gently bypassing that vulnerable stage of life. But then another question arose. What if those same moths are also pollinators? One attendee shared that he has never seen insects on the flowers by day. Maybe pollination happens at night. Maybe cameras could reveal hidden relationships we don’t yet understand. And suddenly, the story deepened. Because conservation is never simple. You cannot remove one thread without touching the whole tapestry. You cannot “fix” a species without listening to its relationships. This is what gives me hope. Not quick answers. Not silver bullets. But people willing to sit in uncertainty. To listen. To learn. To collaborate. To ask better questions together. Saving a species is not a technical exercise. It is a community practice. It is science and story. Data and devotion. Patience and persistence. It is many hands, many minds, many hearts - working quietly across boundaries - so that future generations may one day walk beneath these trees without knowing how close they came to silence. And perhaps that is the greatest success of all. 🌿 #conversationisconservation #theblackplumprjoject #wildnaturetherapy #DryRainforestRecovery
    This past week has filled my cup in the best possi This past week has filled my cup in the best possible way. We gathered for At The Threshold — a small, passionate group of landholders, council officers from five LGAs, researchers, community groups and friends — all brought together by a shared care for Planchonella eerwah and our precious dry rainforests. It wasn’t just about data or plans (though there was plenty of that). It was about sharing stories, knowledge, concerns, hopes — and building relationships that we know will need to endure for decades if this work is going to succeed. Huge thanks to the City of Gold Coast for hosting, to our generous speakers, and to everyone who showed up with open minds and open hearts. It was genuinely uplifting to be in a room full of people who care so deeply about our living world. And then, as if the week hadn’t already given enough… Today, in torrential rain, Helen — who works at Hunter Regional Botanic Gardens and was visiting family in Queensland — drove an hour and a half to deliver a grafted grevillea that has been right at the top of my wish list for years. I honestly felt like all my Christmases had arrived at once. 💚 This week reminded me of the quiet magic that happens when people connect through plants, through care, and through a shared desire to do some good in the world. Grateful. Energised. And more hopeful than ever. #CityofGoldCoast #plantconservation #wildnaturetherapy #plantpeople #plantpeeps plantstories

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