May all who hear its voice feel the heartbeat of the Earth.
May all who touch it remember who they are.

I learned to honour the season’s call for inner work and stillness, even as I look forward to the light’s return.

Druidry, Grief and Healing in the Heart of Sydney. May what has fallen become the ground from which something sacred can rise.

The message of the mountain ash: that in vulnerability there is also resilience. That protection sometimes means letting go. And that sacredness isn’t lost when something dies but may reappear, quietly, in the hands of those who choose to honour what remains.