As I worked on the land, I was reminded that some clearing is needed inside as well. The thoughts that no longer serve still shape our world, and they too need attention to make space for something more true.

In one of the valleys where we live stands an ancient tree. It is a quiet witness to time — to what once was and to what now surrounds it. This story sits with the impact of our choices and how they shape what comes next.

A butcher bird’s urgent call breaks the stillness of a November morning. A goanna has ventured too close, and the bird responds with instinct and presence.

When it begins to sing again just moments later, questions quietly arise.