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    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
    There is something profoundly powerful that happen There is something profoundly powerful that happens when curiosity is shared - when scientists, landholders, ecologists, and quiet nature-lovers come together around a single question: 

How do we care for this?

As part of The Black Plum Project, we are deeply aware of the privilege it is to step onto private land - places few will ever see - to visit some of the last wild individuals of an ancient tree. 

This particular tree is one of only a handful known to exist in the Scenic Rim. Fewer than 100 fruit-bearing trees are estimated to remain. More endangered, more vulnerable, closer to the edge than we once understood.

Standing beneath these trees, the urgency is undeniable. But so too is the hope.

Next month, with the support of the City of Gold Coast, we will gather environmental officers from councils across South East Queensland, alongside scientists, botanists, landholders, and local environmental groups. 

We will share where the project now stands — and more importantly, we will begin shaping a collective vision for the recovery of Planchonella eerwah and the dry rainforest ecosystems it belongs to.

This work asks us to think beyond funding cycles and short horizons. It asks us to think in centuries. To set a North Star — a clear, shared direction — that guides every decision, every action, every act of care.

Because when passion is shared, 
when curiosity is collective, 
and when vision stretches far beyond ourselves, 
recovery becomes possible.

And stewardship
 becomes an act 
of quiet, enduring hope.

#TheBlackPlumProject #DryRainforestRecovery #SaveOurSpecies #ExtinctionIsForever
    There is something quietly ancient about ferns. Th There is something quietly ancient about ferns.
They do not rush. They unfurl slowly, patiently, as if remembering a time before hurry existed.

Each frond feels like a green whisper - delicate, feathered, almost translucent - catching light and shadow in a way that feels more felt than seen. To stand among them is to be lowered into another rhythm, where the air is cooler, softer, and the world feels slightly enchanted.

Ferns carry the feeling of hidden places. Of moss-covered paths and half-remembered stories. They seem to mark the threshold between worlds - where imagination thins and wonder seeps through. It’s easy to believe that if you linger long enough, something small and luminous might pass just beyond your vision.

In their quiet beauty, ferns invite us to soften too.
To move more gently.

To listen for what lives beneath the noise.

#wildmaturetherapy #fernmystique #thinplaces #natureasmedicine
    Cool mountain morning walks become an adventure ex Cool mountain morning walks become an adventure exploring laneways and discovering secret vistas, meandering creeks, passing through patches of rainforest,  breathing in the fresh air and experiencing the ever-changing light. 

Gratitude fills every pore of your being. Birdsong lulls you into the present moment. 

Mount Tamborine beckons you to embrace the slow. To walk gently, to remember your true nature and a life unhurried.

#wildnaturetherapy #gowiththeslow #slowliving  #slownature

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