Secret love

My dad was a man of few words, except when he got together with a few mates and spun such yarns that Mum would roll her eyes behind his back.

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Finding peace in dark moments

We walk to the beach to escape the lights. We pass the toilet block, the empty campsites, and the sign warning us of rips and currents. It grows darker and

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Chasing birdsong

Birds have been in my life for as long as I can remember, as my parents were avid birdwatchers. My early memories are of being taken on long bushwalks, and

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The scent of a eucalypt

The next time you are near a eucalypt, I want you to do one thing. Breathe in. Deeply. You’ll be able to immediately notice it. That sharp, sweet scent of

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Meeting the ancient giants of Errinundra

‘Mum, dad, sister, dog – I’m moving to Australia.’ Mum looked at me, unimpressed. She kept whisking eggs. She was actually happy for me. That was over three years ago

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There was still life in the old, dead tree

The view from the back veranda of my parents’ house is typical of rural areas of north-east Victoria: open paddocks spreading for miles across the valley floor before reaching the

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You call that a tree? THIS is a tree!

On a family holiday in New Zealand, we were driving to the beach when we passed a small, brown sign that read ‘BIG TREE’. My dad skidded to a halt,

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Nature immersion: a positive feedback loop

Sitting on the cold sand, I feel euphoric. I even feel a little sick, or perhaps just giddy with the emotion of it. Sensorily overwhelmed, yet still and calm. The

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