There are seasons when the garden no longer behaves as we remember it. Seeds sown at the familiar time hesitate. Rain arrives when we had prepared for dry. A crop that once seemed reliable struggles, while something we barely considered suddenly ...

ON MEANINGFUL LIFE, ENOUGHNESS AND FINDING OUR PLACE AMONG LIFE There is something strange happening in the field of being human. We are being asked to look. Look at climate change, biodiversity loss, pollution, extraction, inequality, conflict ...

There are seasons when the world feels unusually dense. The familiar rhythms no longer carry us with ease. What once felt certain begins to dissolve. We may find ourselves tired in ways that sleep cannot mend, emotional without clear reason, unce...

When people ask us, “How do you manage the broom at BROOMHILL?” we often pause, because the word manage carries a certain assumption. It suggests that we stand outside of something and control it. But our experience at BROOMHILL has taught us so...

Preservation is not the keeping of forms. Forms change. Seasons turn. Leaves fall. Structures dissolve. Names are forgotten. Methods evolve. Preservation asks a different question: ``What is the living essence that wants to continue?`` Its work...

A new Associate Minister for Organics has been appointed within Aotearoa New Zealand’s agriculture portfolio. The role sits within existing government structures and brings renewed attention to organic production systems. In farming communities a...

There is a quiet way of returning to relationship with life that does not need to be declared, only practiced. It begins simply. In soil. In attention. In small daily acts that reconnect us to what sustains us. Planting tomatoes instead of exten...

Food is not separate from us. It is the land, made visible through care, timing, and participation. When we grow food locally, something simple but essential happens — we come back into relationship with what sustains us. Less distance between s...

There’s a quiet shift happening. What once sat mostly in the language of “what if”is becoming something more immediate — something already unfolding in the present tense. Changes in climate and seasonal patterns are no longer abstract forecasts h...

In living landscapes, clarity rarely arrives as an instruction. More often it appears as a quiet alignment — something sensed before it is spoken. A shift in attention. A slowing of breath. The subtle awareness that one is not separate from the f...