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Meet Charles. 🌳🐨 Charles is an Ormeau bottl

Meet Charles. 🌳🐨

Charles is an Ormeau bottle tree that I donated to the Gold Coast Regional Botanic Gardens a few years ago when he was still just a youngster.

I named him after Charles, a male koala from Arundel Hills, as a small way of connecting the stories of two threatened species that call the Gold Coast home.

One a koala. One a tree.

Different lives, but sharing the same fundamental need — habitat, and people willing to care enough to protect it.

I visited Charles today and was delighted to see that he has grown to around 4.5 metres tall. Standing amongst the wonderful collection of endemic plants at the Botanic Gardens, he is becoming quite a handsome tree.

My hope in donating him was always that his presence might help, in some small way, to raise awareness of the extraordinary species that occur in our own backyard.

We don't have to travel to distant places to find plants and animals worthy of conservation. Some of the world's threatened species are growing in our forests, living in our suburbs and surviving in the fragments of habitat around us.

Charles is considerably bigger than when I left him here.

And I hope that as he continues to grow, so too does our understanding that protecting threatened species ultimately means protecting the places they call home. 🌳🐨💚

#wildnaturetherapy
#treetherapy
#ormeaubottletree
#threatenedplants

If you want to feed our wildlife, this is one of t

If you want to feed our wildlife, this is one of the best ways to do it. 🌿🦜

Plant for them.

These beautiful King Parrots have been visiting our garden, feeding on the seed pods of wattles we planted years ago.

No birdseed. No crackers. No feeding station

Just wild birds doing what wild birds are meant to do - moving through the landscape, finding natural food and feeding themselves.

And there is another important benefit. By providing food throughout the garden rather than encouraging birds to congregate around feeding stations, we can help reduce close contact between birds and the opportunities for diseases such as beak and feather disease to spread.

It can be incredibly tempting to hand-feed our beautiful wildlife, particularly when a King Parrot lands nearby and looks at you expectantly! But sometimes caring means resisting that temptation.

Plant a wattle. Plant a grevillea. Plant a bottlebrush. Plant native grasses, shrubs and trees that provide flowers, seeds, fruit, insects and shelter.

Then sit back and watch.

If we truly love our wildlife, perhaps the greatest gift we can give them is not a handful of food, but a garden where they can remain wild. 🌿🦜💚

#wildnaturetherapy
#wildlifegarden
#gardensforwildlife
#gardentherapy
#wildgardens

Nightspotting Daintree #wildnaturetherapy #Nigh

Nightspotting Daintree

#wildnaturetherapy
#Nightspotting
#naturetherapy
#nightlife

Went night spotting at Mount Lewis last night. 🌿🔦

I'm up in Port Douglas for a conference and have always wanted to visit Mount Lewis. Ferny friends had told me it was something of a mecca for all things tree fern, so naturally it had been firmly planted on my wish list.

Before coming up, I'd contacted a couple of off-the-beaten-track and birding tour operators to see whether anyone could take me there on the morning before the conference began.

No luck. They were booked, and I was also told tours hadn't been heading up there for some time because of road closures and repairs.

I was disappointed, but put the idea aside.

Then yesterday, after the conference, a conservation friend and colleague casually asked whether I'd like to join him night spotting at Mount Lewis.

Yes please!!!

We were able to drive about three kilometres up the dirt road and, almost as soon as we passed through the open gates, there they were.

Tree ferns.

Everywhere.

Great fronds arching over the road, surrounded by that extraordinary lush tropical vegetation of the Wet Tropics. Even in the darkness, it was magical.

My friend was hoping to photograph moths, and we did find a few, but I was perfectly happy wandering around in the darkness with a torch, finally amongst the tree ferns I'd heard so much about.

There is something I love about serendipity.

I seem to encounter it again and again, particularly through my plant conservation work. A door appears closed, so you accept it and move on. Then a conversation happens. Someone mentions something. An unexpected invitation arrives.

And suddenly you're standing in a tropical forest at night, surrounded by tree ferns, wondering how on earth you got there.

I've come to think these unexpected connections are part of what has given my conservation work so much of its energy and continuity.

You follow one thread, meet another person, hear another story... and somehow the path keeps unfolding.

Sometimes you just have to remain curious enough to follow it. 🌿🔦💚

#wildnaturetherapy
#fernyparadise
#plantspotting

"Polly wants a cracker?" Sorry Polly... This is

"Polly wants a cracker?"

Sorry Polly...

This is a cracker-free zone. ❤️

It would be so tempting to offer you a little treat.

You're so ridiculously beautiful, perched on the verandah railing, tilting your head with those curious eyes as though you're wondering what we're having for breakfast.

But we don't feed you.

Not because we don't love you.

Because we do.

Real kindness isn't always giving.

Sometimes kindness is restraint.

Wild birds like king parrots are increasingly becoming accustomed to people feeding them. While it may seem like an act of generosity, it can do more harm than good. Artificial feeding can contribute to disease transmission, nutritional problems, unnatural dependence on people, and changes in natural behaviour.

We want you to remain exactly what you are...

Wild.

To wake each morning and forage through the forest.

To wake each morning and forage through the forest.

To search for blossoms, seeds, fruits and insects as nature intended.

To teach your young where to find food.

To remain part of an ecosystem that has sustained your ancestors for thousands of years.

If we really want to help wildlife, perhaps the greatest gift we can give isn't food at all.

It's habitat.

Plant a flowering gum.

Plant a bottlebrush.

Plant a grevillea.

Plant a banksia.

Plant native grasses and shrubs.

Create gardens where king parrots, lorikeets, honeyeaters, butterflies, native bees and countless other creatures can find the food they evolved to eat.

Feed the habitat...

...not the wildlife.

Because the most loving thing we can do is ensure they never need us.

🌿❤️🦜

#wildnaturetherapy
##PlantDontFeed
#HabitatGardening
#GardeningForWildlife

This morning, before the emails, deadlines and the

This morning, before the emails, deadlines and the steady momentum of another working day, I walked into the rainforest.

I wasn't looking for exercise.

I was looking for perspective.

Almost immediately, something within me began to quieten.

The forest has a way of doing that.

As my footsteps slowed, so did my thoughts. My breathing deepened. The constant conversation of the mind gradually gave way to birdsong, the murmur of running water, and the gentle movement of leaves high above.

Walking through a forest is, for me, a form of meditation.

Not because I am trying to empty my mind, but because I become completely absorbed by life itself.

I begin to notice that everything is alive.

The great trees reaching skyward.

The moss-covered rocks.

The rich earth beneath my feet.

The fungi quietly transforming decay into new life.

The fallen logs becoming homes for countless unseen creatures.

Nothing exists in isolation.

Everything belongs.

Everything is connected.

As I walk, I find myself treading more softly.

Not because someone tells me to, but because every step feels as though it matters.

It reminds me that every place we walk, our forests, our gardens, our streets, our communities, is, in its own way, sacred ground.

This morning I found myself reflecting on the words often attributed to Jesus:

"Be in the world, but not of it."

Perhaps, for me, that means learning to participate fully in life without becoming consumed by its constant urgency.

To meet deadlines without letting them define me.

To work hard, while remembering why life is worth living in the first place.

The forest gently returns me to that place.

And what remains is gratitude.

Not the gratitude that comes because everything is perfect.

But the quieter gratitude that comes from simply being alive.

From breathing.

From belonging to something infinitely older and wiser than myself.

The work will still be there when I return.

But I hope I carry a little of the forest back with me.

A steadier mind.

A softer step.

And a grateful heart.

🌿💚

"Walk as though the earth beneath your feet is sacred. Because it is."

#wildnaturetherapy #walkingmeditation #greenitude

Crossing the Green Threshold There comes a moment

Crossing the Green Threshold

There comes a moment, walking beneath the rainforest canopy, when something begins to change.

At first, your mind is still busy. It is replaying conversations, making lists, planning tomorrow.

Then you hear the creek.

Water tumbling over ancient rocks.

A pademelon darts quietly through the undergrowth.

Sunlight filters through towering trees, painting shifting patterns across giant buttress roots and emerald leaves.

Without noticing, you begin breathing more deeply.

The forest asks nothing of you except that you arrive.

Perhaps this is what these ancient places have always offered: a threshold.

A place where we step out of our thoughts and back into our bodies.

Where the mind grows quieter, not because we force it to, but because life around us becomes more interesting than the noise within us.

The cool air on your skin.

The scent of damp earth.

The rhythm of your footsteps.

The chorus of birds and flowing water.

You don't lose yourself in the rainforest.

You lose the constant chatter that convinced you you had forgotten who you were.

And beneath the green canopy, surrounded by living things that have been quietly growing for centuries, you remember.

Not who the world expects you to be.

But who you were before life became so busy.

Perhaps that is the greatest gift the rainforest offers.

Not an escape from life...

but a return to it.

🌿

#RainforestTherapy
#NatureConnection
#ForestBathing
#WildNatureTherapy

There is a reason the word pteridophyte (ferns) be

There is a reason the word pteridophyte (ferns) begins with pteri-.

It comes from the ancient Greek pteron—meaning wing or feather.

The same root gave us pterodactyl—the "winged finger" that once soared above prehistoric forests.

Standing among these fronds of Cyathea leichhardtiana, I cannot help but see feathers rather than leaves. Layer upon layer of green wings, suspended in the stillness of the forest.

Perhaps that is why forests have always felt like places of flight.

Not because our bodies leave the earth, but because our minds finally do.

When we loosen our grip on anxious thoughts, the weight we carry begins to fall away. The chatter softens. The need to control dissolves. Something lighter rises within us.

The sky is not the only place where spirits can soar.

There is another universe waiting beneath a green canopy.

A universe woven from leaf, light and silence.

Here, among these feathered fronds, we remember that freedom is not always found by looking upward.

Sometimes we find our wings by looking inward.

And sometimes...

the deepest flight of all happens without ever leaving the forest floor.

🌿

#WildNatureTherapy #Pteridophyte #TreeFerns #ForestBathing #CyatheaLeichhardtiana

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