On the 8th of April 2024 I wrote:
It’s all connected.
I woke up this morning, Saturday, my usual routine wanting to kick in – go and spend money to start the weekend. Buy a coffee, treat myself, to feel alive after the working week.
I sat with the feeling, the urge, knowing that its time is over. I need to spend my time and energy today splitting wood, mulching the garden, weeding and preparing for the season ahead.
My 80s kid who lives always inside me doesn’t understand. She likes McDonalds – a lot. And adores plastic and convenience and travelling and every shiny thing that capitalism has to offer.

And this morning as I scroll to a story of women in Gaza who are doing the daily chores so that they can survive and walk together to the tent set up to replace their mosque and recite the Quran I think its time that I do the dishes and clean my kitchen and prepare for the week ahead with reverence for what I have. To sit and drink a hot beverage in my garden.
Everything is connected.
We are at a critical moment of global detox on a scale we have never known. Russia has just discovered enough oil in Antartica to fuel the climate crisis to its completion and ensure the total destruction of our wild planet. We have been tamed into obedient consumers and we are watching the consequence on our screens daily. As we witness a level of wilful violence that had once been allocated to the history books, the silence from our media and our leaders echoes a knowing that we are each apart of this violence. It is a part of us.
This genocide is not restricted to the borders of Gaza. It is happening to us all and it is being perpetrated by us all. I live on stolen land that was never ceded. My ancestors fled a genocide and found their way to Australia and made a life in the shadow of a genocide. The removal of our folklore, our earth connection, our recipes, our languages, our joy and our freedom is universal. We have traded them in for the illusion of safety, of belonging to a high power. And perhaps now Palestine is reverberating around the globe with such strength because we all know their longing, to be free, to worship as they wish, to eat as they wish, to have fresh clean water, to have dignity, to have agency to continue the legacy of their ancestors with reverence as our own longing.
A young woman recently spoke out about the concentration camp being built in Florida. She was asking, how could she continue her flower farm, her day to day, her life, knowing just down the way, a concentration camp was being erected? And all I could think was, your flower farm, your life are acts of defiance. These are acts of strength and this is ultimately what we can and need to do. We can do the dishes and cook a meal with local, organic ingredients. We can assess the carbon miles the products we are buying include. We can buy our clothes from op shops, we can sew our own clothes, we can find our local wool producer and learn to spin, we can remember how to knit like our grandmothers and bake beautiful cakes, and keep a sourdough starter alive and bake bread every weekend. These things, these acts of life and connection are not only political – they are what each and every one of us longs for. Belonging, safety and deep connection. It just takes a shift – from belonging to a power (out there), to unsubscribe from the plastic fantastic and carve your own space of belonging and remember the journey of those who came before you. In that cooking is political, living within your means is political, gardening is political, meditation is political. And politics can be enriching, exciting and empowering when leadership is given back, reclaimed and embodied.
Free Palestine means freedom to the Palestinians and it also means a reclaiming of our roots, of our ancestry of our right to a deep inner peace and celebration of everything it means to be human. How do we reconcile this on stolen land? In the wake of an empire and colonial construct that is tumbling to the ground around us? I think perhaps it is in holding the vision of life after the establishment and remembering life before it and embracing a return to living within our means, and remembering that it was rich, far richer than eating take away meals that have fun toys but is slowly killing you.


















































