IT'S ALL LOVE
Hugging, laughing, crying – 
in the long grass
by the river with you

SUNSHINE & FREEDOM
Here is that rainbow,
I’ve been praying for.

TENDERNESS
To touch, to hold, to teach
not with clenched fist
but tender reach.

WARMER
Closed eyes, looking into the heat of the sun. 
Bare skin, full glasses empty –
things are looking up.

Flowers unfurling, and arms outstretched. And as all the windows and doors open, we hear music. And it says, 'Hello, Spring, we love you.'

Music to dance to.
Poetry to drift to.
Choreography to shift you.
Sunlight to stun you.

Indigenous wisdom as a path to healing, walking 4,300 km across a country and freediving into the ethereal depths.

Hands are unbearably beautiful. They hold on to things. They let things go. —Mary Ruefle

It’s our poem. —Eileen Myles

Progress means nothing to presence. —Ursula Le Guin

All the stories I have ever heard, stand silent in the space beside me. —Ali Cobby Eckermann