• Chapter Ninety One: Strong Hands, New Beginnings.

    Chapter Ninety One: Strong Hands, New Beginnings.

    An independent craft business A craftsperson story, and a model for many more Priscilla’s Woodcraft Adventures began quietly, at a workbench, with timber dust on the floor and oil warming under her hands. Before wood, Priscilla worked with fabric. She sewed for years—measuring, cutting, shaping, finishing. When life changed suddenly and painfully, those same strong,…

  • From Structure to Relationship: How Collaboration Reshaped a Project— highlighting the shift from rigid models to relational practice.

    From Structure to Relationship: How Collaboration Reshaped a Project— highlighting the shift from rigid models to relational practice.

    How a Project Shifted When We Followed Someone’s Way Pete’s story isn’t something I observed from a distance. It’s something we built inside of — often without knowing where it was going. When Pete first came to Food Not Bombs Hobart, the project itself was fragile. I was losing members. I was holding too much.…

  • How Food Moves: Relationship, Risk, and Trust

    How Food Moves: Relationship, Risk, and Trust

    Sometimes the question is not whether food arrives, but how it travels. Yesterday evening in Jutland Village, I was reminded that delivery is never neutral. Some organisations place food in a common room and step back — careful not to be seen as choosing, favouring, or relating too closely. The food is there, and people…

  • This Bread Is Not a Message About You

    This Bread Is Not a Message About You

    This bread isn’t a message about need or deserving. It’s a sign of belonging — a quiet symbol of shared life moving through hands, relationships, and trust. When a loaf comes to you, it isn’t asking for a reason. It’s simply saying: you are already inside this.

  • Walking With a Story

    Walking With a Story

    At the last community dinner, I sat with a big-hearted man who has lost his wife and children twice — first through separation, and again through the long, heavy involvement of the criminal justice system. His grief isn’t simple. It comes in layers, folded over time. I didn’t come to fix his story. I came…