This week felt like something settling into rhythm. On Wednesday from 2–3pm at Kingston Beach, down near the dog park, we carved publicly and conversations unfolded with real locals. Wendy stood in awe and purchased an unfinished wombat on trust — a small but meaningful exchange. Between mall demonstrations, low food salvage collections, tiger mania…

Good things are growing (and I’m becoming organised… apparently) Hi friends, I wanted to send a simple first newsletter — not because everything is perfect, but because a lot of good things are quietly growing right now. And I’m grateful. And it breaks the ice! 1) FNB Hobart is up on numbers Food Not Bombs…