Please sign the link in their bio. Colonial Australia has totally ignored the value of swamp lands and are constantly draining them. They are rich diverse ecosystems birthing and feeding many. That’s #Ninderry in the background. Ancient Pangea then Gondwana land, Always #KabiKabicountry sacred land. Please help protect. Repost from: sunshinecoastenvirocouncil with make_repost
🐟💧The Maroochy River floodplain within the dynamic Maroochy River catchment contains the diverse ecosystems of the majestic Maroochy River, creeks, estuaries, wetlands and saltmarsh.  It provides habitat for a diverse range of animals including migratory birds and threatened species.

This ecologically significant coastal lowland contains significant vegetation communities which are Groundwater Dependent Ecosystems. These include the largest stand of Coastal Swamp Oak (Casuarina glauca) in Australia which has recently been listed as nationally endangered - Coastal Swamp Oak Forest of South-East Queensland and New South Wales; Subtropical and Temperate Coastal Saltmarsh community which is EPBC listed as critically endangered; and a threatened population of endangered water mouse (Xeromys myoides).

A 510 ha mixed-use urban development with a 'wave pool'  (pitched as 'surf ranch sunshine coast' ) has been proposed by 'consolidatedpropertiesgroup

The proposed location for this intensive urban development sits within the Maroochy River floodplain and is subject to permanent flooding/standing water, mtidal inundation and acid sulphate soils.

This extremely flood-prone parcel is also in close proximity to the Yandina Creek Wetlands and the Coolum Creek Conservation Reserve and sits within the 'Blue Heart.'

This massive development poses significant risks and impacts on Maroochy River, the floodplain and wider catchment and must not happen.

Please help us to protect the Maroochy River floodplain by sharing this post 🙏



‘We the Ecosystem’ We are a convergence of life, a convergence of time, a sheaf of planes. WE. Dual handed finger painting and drawing, dual handed sensorimotor/somatic drawing, plant inks and pigments, petrified wood. Digitally collated like a tea leaf divination. Now I’m going camping for a very belated birthday adventure. Hugs love. #tasseography #sensorymotordrawing #wetheecosystem #convergence #mycelliumtime #somatic from previous post of image: Petrified wood, time filled both ways, sensorimotor dual handed drawing, plant inks and pigment finger painting. #sheafofplanes #paralleltime #petrifiedwood ...

#womenempoweringwomen I prefer to photograph plant beings, but I have a deadline so I’m procrastinatingish. I read on eleanoramiradaki’s post that this began in Turkey as a protest against the ongoing murder of women. Sadly too relevant here also. Our culture of inherited abuse and silence around violence. Our penal state. Colonialism. Toxic masculinity, hierarchical beliefs, racial violence, gendered expectations and a lack of support for all beings and entities involved in the complex repercussions of violence. I grew up with it, it still affects me every-day. But I STILL SEE IT EVERYWHERE. I call plants family now, but they experience it too. We need to address our inability to manage violence, intergenerational violence and cultural violence. We need some big learning on how to express this complex emotion without damaging everyone and everything, please, please, please can we? Thanks captainargente ❤️🙌💖 challenge blah blah. I nominate manyisalo bb_fuckacino prue_stevenson amelia__dowling judith.hamann sorry. But I know you’ll all have interesting things to say about violence. Hugs apologies. Xxxxxx oh and now I’m off to really do the stuff that I wasn’t doing. 💚 ...

Inside outside, same place, the forest and land alive, moving, all the time changing. Patterns converge, conversations are had. Wind, rain, heat, earth, skin, breath, meet, affecting, releasing various microbes/chemical reactions, conversing, negotiating, triggering hormones and chemical responses. We are all talking with each other constantly, inter-exchanging. If we sit and listen, maybe, could we hear what’s here, and what is coming? #thereisnospacebetween #microbial #connection #livingmaps #convergence #patternsconverge #microbialcommunication #soothsaying #criticalmass #plantinks #spores #mushroominks #earthpigments #layeredconversations #thewind 🌬 ...

Pond world you are so lovely. 💚 ...

Frogs and birds sounds on. 🎼 Outside love for all inside people 🤔😷❤️ ...

Considering...murmurations, sentience, pattern convergence, wayfinding, being with, webs and layers, tenderness and the infrasonic. Dual handed sensory pencil drawing, bacterial inks, flocked 🖤 #sensorimotordrawing ...

Young forest on ancient ground? Most of these plants have been on this planet so much longer than us, they know things. Trees, 370 million years, Ferns, 350 million years, the formation of this piece of revered mountainous Earth, 220 million years. Modern Humans around 200,000 years. Got a problem, go talk to our vegetal elders. And don’t forget the subterranean sages, mushrooms and their lateral interconnectivity are about 800 million years old!!!! Breathe in deeply, listen to your vegetive elders and all cultures that develop plant knowledge through interwoven-reciprocation. It is at once deeply complex, and beautifully simple, uncanny, timeless knowledge. There are acts between plants and people that release chemicals, that affect our biospheres, our thoughts, our minds, our actions. I hope for a culture that invests more time listening to , acting with and protecting these ancients. 💚 ...

Tiny tiny dewdrops on 🕸/*\ 🕷 bridge ...

Not a romance. Not your paradise. #maroochyrises #maroochy #notaromance Kabi Kabi Country ...

Messy unraveling of things misplaced/hidden. (detail) #plantinks #bacterialinks #mineralinks #mushroominks #bodilyinks #earthpigments #bushfirecharcoal #sensorimotordrawing #somaticdrawing #beingwith #discomfortandgrowth #symbiocene ...

Our environmental/bio sound synthesiser, probably has snakes sleeping in it over winter. So now: ✨ snake snoring!!, your heart, the ground, the air, pond and mountain ⛰💚🌿🐍 #floatingland2019 rossannels #karlapringle ...

My body is a disorderly writer, but little words of love spoken with bodily marks, counselled by the ground beneath me. Kabi Kabi Country. 💚 Dual handed 🤲🏼 body sensory drawing. A little cup, a bodily gesture of care, hoping for it to spore. Bush fire charcoal, bacterial garden inks, dirt and puff ball mushroom ink, 🍄 (very sporey). ❤️ #mushroomink #plantink #bacterialink #ecoprint #drawing #coldpress #sensorimotordrawing #symbiocene #care #morecarelesscapitalism ...

#Repost coz I can’t move, I wake up choking, my legs don’t work, my body shuts down, because the same violence that broke me open years ago, is still alive here now. The disembodied colonial culture is killing us all- for the sake of some hierarchical capitalist godly ideology somewhere? STOP NOW. Listen to the people of this Country, listen to Country. Be here now. Be with this place under your feet. The power of this Country and the ceremonies that still live in this land are so powerful that even under 15m of concrete you’ll hear, if you listen. Have a relationship with Country. Ask it where it hurts. You are a part of this place and you can’t ignore that. This place, you belong to. Love it, protect it, you aren’t powerless. Have a relationship with the place under your feet. As hard as that might be- try, whatever that brings up, it will also give you the tools to heal. I was once told, ‘where grows what kills, also grows what cures’, and I’ve found it to be true. Try. ・・・
My grandmother spent her childhood at Brooloo, nearby is a giant bluff of ancient rock, strangely from the same geological family of scattered mountains that I live at now.
These mountains once faced Antarctica as part of Gondwana land. They have twisted and turned for over 200 million years.
I came to know this bluff when I was beginning to piece together some ancestral patterns. I was trying to understand my c-ptsd and the numbness in my body.
I’ve come to believe some of the numbness stems from an inherited, general culture of colonial abuse, disembodiment, disconnection and disassociation with place.
First Australian People’s original and unwavering connection with Country was ignored so land could be claimed as terra nullius and stolen without righteous or godly remorse. (Guilt)
The insistence that we are somehow separate from place is nonsensical and inaccurate. We are a composite of human DNA and interchanging micro bacteria, which inhabits not only bodies, but also our environment.
Country is people and people are Country. We need to understand and feel this for coming generations.
I’d so much rather live in a #symbiocene than die in an #anthropocene
#kabikabicountry ❤️

Struggling to create a speculative place of being:
I visit a speculative forest
No one owns it or me.
We speak infrasonic
and the transformative fungal fruits of
our motioning
river into an underworld.

When I forget myself,
And pain, pain, pain, pins me down.
I hear it whisper, ‘you are
master of your own tools’
Lain on it's ground, we breathe
In union
Until I remember. [_____________________]

I hope one day our breath
Will be so rich
It’ll descend,
waking misty ghost rivers,
Flooding everything
with belonging.
And we’ll remember why
we were told to forget,
our bodies,
I visit a speculative forest
No one owns it or me
#speculativefiction #speculativeplaces #speculativeforest #symbiocene

Record of a time, my mother tongue, on his masters voice. Green eye shadow, vintage glitter, pine plantation, sensorimotor drawing. #recordsofatime #greeneyeshadow #sensorimotordrawing #hismastersvoice #mothertongue ...

Bonyee ( #bunya ) sacred tree, Kabi Kabi Country. Home to many, feeding many, holding the ground, the ground holding us all. 💚💚💚 ...

There was this image of a sovereign head that appeared over the leaves in the pink blood of the bodies of crushed cochineal. I moved it around the room, like an intrusive flashback, trying to find a way not to see it. But I cried, I’d lain my body with these leaves, and there was this divined head in blood ink. Plain to me as day. I drew flowers from burnt trees over it’s dead bodies. I hated us even more then. Then I realised it was just a head without a body. Disembodied, and I could see all the dead women in my family. I washed it. The bodiless head disappeared and I took pigment from this ground here and with both hands together, in union, I wrote, WE. I hope that this is good magic. But like all apparitions it’s unphotographable. #symbioscene #listening ...

Australian mistletoe, grape skins, charcoal from bushfire Country, ghost of mulberry bark paper. Things that hold, in-betweenness, joiners, liminal actions, thresholds, change. I hope 🖤 ...

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