Author: Peter

I know awesome has been overused for years.It’s become a conversational crutch—a word we toss in to underline a point,when really, the point should stand on its own.It has drifted far from its meaning,like a balloon carried away from the party,losing air as it goes. I’ve known awesome.I’ve stood in the pure majesty of Antarctica,floated…

Peace doesn’t always arrive in stillness.Sometimes it’s found in steady footsteps,on a trail that winds through gum and wattle,hours into a bushwalk when the body is movingbut the mind is clear and alert. That’s when ideas come in a rush.By the time I get home,I often have to journal,spilling out the thoughts that arrivedbetween bird…

The profession I admire most is not one that seeks the spotlight, but one that leans quietly toward what is broken and begins the slow, patient work of making it whole. I think of bush regenerators — the ones who spend hours under the sun, removing weeds, planting natives, and trusting that the land can…

If I ever opened a shop, there would be no cash register.No stockroom.No “Sale!” signs. Just a wooden table, a pot of tea, and a small sign on the door:We trade in stories, not goods. Here’s how it works.When you come in, you take a seat with a stranger.One of you tells a story—any story.Where…

From a lone tree, somewhere forgotten They think I am the last.The last sentinel in a land that once danced with green.They see my twisted trunk, my cracked limbs, and call this place barren.But they do not know the names I remember.They do not hear what hums beneath. Beneath your bulldozers and your borrowed time,a…

I don’t remember the exact amount I paid. That’s probably for the best. What I do remember is that it was a lot—and it was for a dinner at Bilson’s, one of Sydney’s most respected fine-dining restaurants at the time. It was my wife’s birthday—a big one—and I wanted to mark the occasion with something…

with gratitude to Tony Rinaudo and the forests beneath our feethttps://youtu.be/29bqRTW2aow I’m curious about how things hold together—ecosystems, communities, memories.What’s quietly mending beneath the surfacewhile we’re distracted by outcomes. I’m curious about the healing power of nature,about how a scorched landscapecan remember itself greenwhen we stop trying to make it ‘productive’. Tony Rinaudo writes of…

Was today typical?Not in the slightest. It began with the quiet courage of 78 new studentsstepping into their first lectures—most in a new country,many in a new language.Timetables, tutorials,and the brave business of beginning. I began the New Resident Interviews—they’ll continue over the next two weeks.Most are in small groups—two or three at a time—but…

I try to live in a way that reflects what I value. I’ve worn a few hats—pastor, lecturer, college principal—but the thread running through them all is people. Listening to them, learning from them, helping them grow. I’m most at home when I’m building something that lasts: trust, community, clarity, hope. I value listening more…