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We all thrive when we’re seen through a needs-based framework. And often, the most sensitive among us, are the ones guiding us back to the forest.

To me, this poem is an example of the magic and mystery revealed when engaging in cultural repair.

In a world already straining under climate collapse, social injustice, and collective trauma, how do we justify giving ourselves the attention and rest we might desperately need? How do we carve out space to tend to ourselves when so much outside seems unwell?

Our stories are how we make meaning. They’re a lens through which we understand our lives.

Ultimately, I believe boys need to learn to steer their actions from a heart that is tempered by both the immense beauty and harrowing grief that comes with really being here for a human life. 

The invitation is for us to pour ourselves into our lives as though it were a sacred ceremony. 

My personal pursuit of masculinity has led me down various paths. Some very dark indeed, some full of light, love, and hope for self and others, and a deep respect for this world we live in today.

Despite our best efforts to resist it, many of us have been shaped - and scarred - by the legacy of dysfunctional masculinity. All men carry traces of this inheritance. In ways seen and unseen, we’ve been both wounded by it and, at times, complicit in passing it on.

On some level we’re all traversing tender, wounded parts. Let’s meet there and deepen our relationships, lessening the burden for our children and future generations.

Feature article from our May 2025 Newsletter Last year I was introduced to the The White Roots of Peace, an old Iroquois story, upon...

Here 's what I don't like about the term "people-pleasing" : it is inherently shaming.

A heartfelt investigation into Awe - more powerful and available to us than many of us realise.

And the Grandmothers sang to me, "If Love is a River, Listen".

A tender journey with chronic pain that asks 'who am I without my usual physical capacity'?

"A society grows great when old men plant trees, the shade of which they will never sit in" (from Afterlife)

The deep intelligence and wisdom of the snake calls us to shed the old and make way for the new.

Understanding the letting go process by asking some found snake skins and bones - what are you telling me?

An original poem reflecting a call from the heart: 'Help is abundant, be wise and use it'

Like a Banksia Man with many mouths, we are full of discordant and opposing voices, but perhaps there is a way of finding harmony.

Feature article from our December 2024 Newsletter This time of year can become a turbulent race to the finish line. Things to buy, people...