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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.

Pain is not the end of the story. It’s often the threshold of a transformation that does not deny the ordeal of its own creation.

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

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

The warm, bright, cycling sun. The strong, steadfast mountain. The deep, mysterious shadow. Dancing eternally with each other.

When we point at what we love, it is a way of knowing what it is we can or do love of ourselves.

Rather than a unified, coherent individual, humans are more like a ship steered by a whole crew of frequently opposing forces. 

If the heart were truly allowed to lead - what would it do? What would it say? What advice would it give on our individual healing?