Wild Whispers (A personal Story)

The wilderness whispers of ancient truths, carried on the wings of birds and the breath of the wind.

These whispers are not spoken aloud, but felt — soft echoes stirring in the quiet spaces between.
The wild places of the earth carry deep, ancient knowledge, not in words, but in subtle signs and natural rhythms. The flight of birds, the movement of wind, the stillness of a forest, the majesty of a mountain. The wilderness communicates — not in everyday language, but through instinct, presence, and energy. Ancient truths refer to the enduring, often forgotten lessons of balance, resilience, and belonging that nature quietly teaches. The wings of birds and the breath of wind symbolise freedom, movement, and unseen guidance — like nature’s messengers gently sharing its wisdom with those willing to listen.

For over a decade, my husband and I have been registered wildlife carers, primarily tending to birds and owls in our local community. Our goal is to care for sick, injured, or young native wildlife and reintroduce them back into their natural habitat. We treat wounds, administer medication, and support their healing. Watching them regain strength and vitality is incredibly fulfilling. We provide specialised diets and help teach them to fly and hunt for themselves. Witnessing a bird fly for the very first time or overcoming an injury—allowing them to fly free again—is one of the most rewarding moments.

Caring for wildlife is both challenging and rewarding, offering an intimate connection with the natural world. Observing their behaviours and anticipating their needs fosters a deep appreciation for wildlife, making it a journey that touches the heart in profound ways. Every bird we have raised has its own unique story—full of occasional sorrow, but mostly love, laughter, joy, wisdom, and amazement. These stories are eternally cherished. To tell all these wonderful tales would take a book.

Once rehabilitated, we typically release wildlife back to the location where they were originally rescued. However, when this isn’t possible and they require post-release care, we release them onto our property to monitor their well-being. Most venture off immediately, creating new homes and habitats, never to be seen again. Others can occasionally be spotted high in the treetops. Some, however, choose to linger for a few days, to build confidence, before they say their final goodbyes. These are often the ones that have been with us for many months or since near birth, when they could fit into the palm of our hands. It is in these moments that you often feel a sense of pure magic!

Outside, as we walk on our property in the quiet of the night, there have been moments when we sense their presence. We feel the whoosh of a soft breeze and a near-silent whisper glide by as one of our nocturnal birds spots us. Flying from the treetops, they pass just inches away from us, often landing on a fence post in front of us—almost as if to say hello and goodbye, one last time. Numerous times, in the dark, they have whispered past us and landed directly on my husband’s shoulder—a place they used to frequent.

For a moment, time stands still as they both tilt their heads and snuggle. Their soft feathers touch his face and neck. We stroke them and say our parting words. They spend a moment with us again. They look deep into our eyes, as if to show an understanding that this time has come to an end, and to acknowledge the beautiful connection we have shared, before flying off into the canopy of ghost gum treetops and the night sky. There are few experiences in life that feel as magical and meaningful as these. We are grateful for their recovery and return to the wild. Our time shared, and these connections, are forever etched in our hearts.

Besides our connection to wildlife, the name Wild Whispers also reflects our deep connection to the natural world and the lands we've travelled. My Aussie husband, who has always worked in the resource sector, spent several of his early working years carrying out exploration in the remote outback. One might say, The desert’s silence is a deceptive peace; beneath it lies a wild whisper and a call to explore the vast unknown. This solitude among the land was a time of great introspection.

At the same time, I was a world away in America, where I lived and travelled across the country. In my free time, I took every opportunity to explore vast open landscapes and the wonders of the US National Parks out west, particularly in Arizona, Wyoming, Utah, and Montana. I spent most weekends hiking through forests and mountains, as well as camping and exploring the ancient, sacred sites and rocks of Sedona. I often gravitated toward Native American lands. Although it is not part of my own heritage, I always felt as though it must be part of my Spiritual DNA.

As I hiked and traversed these sacred landscapes, it was there, amidst the untamed beauty, that I felt the whispers of nature grow stronger—intuitive, profound, and ancient, calling in ways words could never quite capture. These moments, where the earth speaks in subtle yet powerful tones, deepened my connection to the wild whispers that have echoed throughout my life and work.

It is not just wildlife, but also the wild outdoors that whisper messages of connection, resilience, and the inherent beauty of the natural world. They invite us to slow down, listen, and rediscover our place within the intricate web of life.

On our property in Chittering, I still take a quiet walk every day. It provides time to think, reset, feel grounded, and gain perspective. The simple act of walking or hiking in nature can change you, often in profound and lasting ways.

Before settling in Australia, some of my most transformative experiences came while hiking through vast wildernesses—places that seemed to hold an ancient knowing! Places such as the Virgin River in Zion or the Grand Tetons. Hiking the Narrows was a sensory immersion into a world sculpted by water and time. A hike through a slot canyon of epic proportions. As you step into the cool, flowing river, the water is your constant companion, sometimes ankle-deep, sometimes neck-high. The sound of the rushing water is a constant, rhythmic murmur that echoes against the towering walls and both soothes and invigorates. The canyon walls rise vertically, hundreds of feet in shades of red and orange. They are not just cliffs; they are cathedrals of rock, sculpted by millennia of erosion. Sunlight filtered through the narrow gaps, casting shifting patterns of light and shadow that felt almost otherworldly. Hiking through the Grand Teton Mountains was equally spiritual. Here one can really feel a true sense of solitude. These mountains have stood for millennia, witnessing the passage of time. Hiking among them evokes a sense of being connected to something much larger and older than oneself. These mountains possess a deep, inherent wisdom and seem to whisper to your soul.

Whether wading through the base of the riverbed in the Virgin River or the riverbed of the Brockman River, there is something very grounding about being at the valley floor. Whether in the heart of the American wilderness, my home for so many years, or here in the Chittering Valley, my new home, I have always found that nature’s voice is clearest in stillness.

Wild Whispers was created to share that stillness with you—to slow down, listen, and rediscover.

Without the distractions of modern life, we can fully immerse ourselves in the present moment. In stillness, we listen not just with our ears but with our entire being. In nature, a place where external noise is reduced, we become more attuned to our own internal landscapes. We have so much to teach ourselves if we take the time to listen. It is in these moments of quiet that we can truly hear the whispers of our own intuition and recognise how much wisdom lies within!

When the two of us met, we decided to create a family home on acreage in the Australian countryside, nestled at the base of the Chittering Valley. While, in many respects, it is simple, there is something undeniably enchanting and magical about the property. The valley, cradled between rolling hills and carved through the heart of our land, forms a natural passage, where birds ride the wind like a sky road for countless wings. The air itself seems charged with the energy of their passage, and the sun catches the shimmer of their feathers, casting iridescent streaks across the landscape. The beautiful old gum trees, bushland, and open landscapes often evoke a feeling of being in a timeless place—full of wisdom, stories, and lessons to tell. In winter, we sit overlooking the Brockman River as it meanders along the entire length of our property. The mornings, shrouded in fog and mist, and in the evening, it shimmers with the colours of the sunset. The sounds of birdsong, rustling leaves, and the river gently flowing offer an opportunity for reflection.

I used to sit on the grass, looking out over the river to a grand tree I called the “Mother tree.” This was my one spot on the property where I felt most connected. My place of harmony and healing. Initially, this is where I would sit and meditate or do yoga. We’d often spot our dog, Arrow, in the exact same location—sitting completely still, overlooking the same view for hours on end. We would laugh and remark that he, too, was meditating. As my husband and I sat and connected to the land, it whispered a greater vision.

And so, we built a home—one that was meant to be shared with you!

Land, wildlife and nature whisper to us in a language that’s both subtle and profound—a language that speaks to our senses and our souls. It offers a place to slow down and listen to the subtle rhythms of the earth. A place to breathe, feel grounded, find beauty in simplicity, and discover peace and renewal. The stillness of nature and the wilderness allows us to truly tune into our own inner voice.

There is an ancient knowing in the natural world — soft, steady, and always present.

Amidst the wild, nature shares her secrets. By listening, we learn life’s rhythm and find our place within it. 

“The spirit of the earth speaks to those who listen in silence.” — Indigenous Proverb

“The earth has its music, for those who will listen.”  — George Santayana

What will it whisper to you?