I’m a storyteller. It’s my hope that the stories I share convey my deep reverence for the land and animals we live in service to. Life is agonising and beautiful and wicked and wondrous. There is no hiding from the pain unless you’re willing to dilute the joy. Life and death. Dark and light. All of it or nothing at all.

I write about ancestral nutrition, morals, values, sovereignty and autonomy, family, cultivating a life based on the lessons I am told when my fingers are in the earth, my eyes to the sky, and my heart pressed against a tree. Death walks hand in hand with life. I face them both with an aching heart, courageous enough to be awed. As best I can.

Authenticity as antidote to the shallows.

That’s what I’m after.