Young Gum 

My heart goes out to my friends in Melbourne, who have just had tighter restrictions imposed upon them for another six weeks.  

Along with that news, we heard that the state of Victoria, where my partner and I live, will be in lock down again, for six weeks. 

My mind is going back to something that a dear friend of mine said once, when we were sitting by the Loddon river in Newstead two years ago, long before covid. I had been telling her of my anxieties about achieving enough in my life. She looked at me and said that it’s okay not to achieve anything, and that in fact, passing the time is enough.  

For the past five days, I have been participating in a nature connection project (guided by another friend of mine, Jane Ormonde), which involves sitting or standing in your nearest patch of nature, and breathing, listening and observing whatever draws you in. The other morning I stood by my favourite tree near our house. I will refer to it as “young gum”, as I don’t know its proper name yet. I started to sing to it, and realised I was singing into a tiny spider web, making it dance a stretchy dance. I blew at the still leaves, pretending I was a gentle gust. I heard a rustle and looked towards the creek, and two rusty-red foxes leaped silently across our backyard, diving straight through the rectangles in the wire fence. 

Then I brought my gaze back to the young gum. I thought about how the tree is taller than me, but I still see it as a baby tree. Maybe it’s like how as an older sibling, it’s hard not to see your younger sibling as younger, or greener, than you. When really, young things have their wisdom too. 

I reached out and felt a new leaf, the softness and roughness at the same time. I felt an old dead leaf, its weightlessness. Soon I didn’t have to blow at the leaves - a soft breeze started a light trembling through the tree. The frosty morning had been so still, but the sun had pulled the day awake from its sleep, and the day started to breathe, all on its own.  

It’s not a grand, impressive thing to do, standing by a tree, or a flower, or a pot plant. It’s not really achieving or changing anything in the world. But it’s a simple and beautiful way to pass some time. I highly recommend it. 

I hope you are all okay, and staying safe. 



A Small Musical Offering 

It’s a clear winter day in Malmsbury. The sun is taking its time to shine through each leaf, each blade of grass. In between zoom lessons, I'm sitting on the edge of the verandah with a cup of tea, thinking about the state of the world, and what it all might mean for artists, their wellbeing and connection with community. 

It’s difficult to sit with the uncertainty of these times. Not knowing when I’ll get to see friends and family who are either locked down in Melbourne, or living interstate or overseas. Not knowing when house concerts, bush dances, community potluck dinners and festivals will be able to happen. Not knowing how to express my affection for a friend or family member without giving them a huge hug.  

It was only the other day that I realised how much of an impact it’s had on me, not being able to catch up with my wonderful folk music family at the National Folk Festival in Canberra, which was cancelled this year because of the pandemic. Attending festivals as a performer is such a thrill and an incredible honour. Being steeped in music and deep, old friendships, even for just five days, brings me such joy and inspiration to keep going with my craft, all the way through to the next year. Although I realise this is the way it has to be for now, I’m yearning for those times, and hope they will come back around next year. 

With it being so different at the moment, and without any touring coming up in the near future, I am taking some time to work out more ways to keep making music, and to stay connected with my community and with everyone who has supported my music over the years.  

I’m excited to be recording again. It’s a daunting but great process to delve deep into some new subject matter - adjusting to rural life after 10 years in the big smoke, social anxiety, deception, death, the sweet comfort of old friendships.  

I am going to be releasing my next album one song at a time over the next year, and do a series of videos and live streamed concerts. I’ll be posting more about it all on my facebook & instagram pages as well as in my newsletter in the coming weeks. You can follow me / join my email list below. 

For now, I want to share with you a handful of songs that were recorded live at my show with Ari & Mia at Club Passim in Boston this February. Playing with Ari & Mia on our Northeast USA tour this year was such a delight, and because we didn’t capture much video or audio of the music we played, the memories and these recordings are precious to me, however rough and imperfect they are.

You can hear these tracks below, or at my Soundcloud Page.

I hope that as you read this you are well, and warm.  






The word ‘Slow’ used to have so many unconscious derogatory meanings for me. Unproductive, or lacking, lagging behind, stupid. I used to turn my nose up at slowness, because somehow along the way I learned that going slowly went against all the things I had been taught about how I should live my life. 

A silver lining of this strange year, for me, has been that slowness is actually a really really important part of my life. Going slowly has helped me to learn how to listen to my heart more closely, allowing me to make better decisions. And it’s also helping me to be more present with others, which has really been helping me to feel more connected and less anxious. It’s also been helping me to let go of my perceived need to always push myself to achieve. And it’s got me doing things I’d been neglecting, like gardening and cooking and playing my guitar. I realise that going slowly may not be the right thing or even possible for everyone at the moment. But it’s been a beautiful change for me that I’m really thankful for. 

I hope that you are all finding your rhythm through these uncertain times. 

Love, Lucy