There are few things more humbling than trying to make fire with your own hands. It looks simple—two pieces of wood, a bit of friction, and suddenly you have heat, warmth, survival.

There was a time when our hands knew how to make what we needed. We didn’t buy baskets. We wove them. We didn’t order clothes. We spun them.

This is something I have thought about quite seriously: Why do I hunt?

At first, it was all about sourcing my own meat and survival. It felt deeply rewarding to sit down to a meal, knowing the animal meat my family was enjoying was sourced from the wild, a direct result of my success as an ethical bow hunter.

For so many years I have asked what is it going to take to change this world? For many years I have witnessed the collective way humans source their lives directly from this planet…

AND here is Jane’s beautiful story…

During the bushfires at the end of 2019, our wildlife rescue friend Paula was inundated with fire-affected wildlife.

Imagine a place so real that when you are there, nothing else can exist.

And if you could imagine for just a minute, in this place, unleashing yourself from the fears that hold your mask in place, hiding your truest self from the world…

There is an infinite amount of hope in this world, if you can see it…

The shortest and darkest day of the year is a collective turning point…

I can feel it. It's a small niggle, in my belly, in my head...

I loved getting this email! To be honest, there's been a few of late…