Brooklyn Sulaeman

 

Brooklyn recently joined BMWHI as a volunteer with the Blackheath eco-monitoring group in 2020. With a background in communication, community engagement and events for organisations such as Qantas Airways, the Total Environment Centre and the University of Sydney – she enjoys engaging with a diverse group of people and connecting them to issues in a different way. She is passionate about our intimate relationship with the natural world, and links to health and wellbeing. Currently, Brooklyn works part-time at School of Electrical & Information Engineering at University of Sydney, while she is completing a Certificate III in Conservation and Land Management. In her spare time, Brooklyn is also a reiki practitioner, Bushcare volunteer, and loves to go hiking, swimming in waterholes and nature photography.

 Brooklyn got involved in the Recovery project as she felt the importance of expressing our shared experience of the 2019/2020 bushfires and impacts of climate change. Witnessing the devastation and process of recovery brings up so many emotions that are often difficult to talk about. She finds the acknowledgement alone and sharing stories quite healing and opens a wider dialogue for deep reflection of place, and our role as stewards of place.

In future, Brooklyn would love to continue to raise awareness of pressing local issues currently facing the World Heritage area through environmental education and dynamic community engagement projects. She emphasises that there is an urgent need to gather the likes of scientists, artists, industry professionals, schools and the general public – to participate in the larger story that is unfolding before us.

Three Seasons

Words by Brooklyn Sulaeman. Images by Ian Brown

Field recordings by Jane Ulman

 
 

Three Seasons

FIRE

Surreal

Our Country 
engulfed in flames

Choked by billowing smoke
We confront
our fears

People living in sleep
Stirred out of their sheets

Like fires ravaging land
My silent outrage 
surfaces to be seen

My despair too heavy to carry.
When flames finally burnt out

Silence

Where are the animals?
Did they make it out?
Neighbours lost homes

I cried on blackened earth
Green lush trees towered
Now spent match sticks 
dot empty lands.

The devastation was overwhelming.



RAIN

Then rain 
GLORIOUS rain!

Ahhhh…
A welcomed change 
For one so thirsty, dry and out
Water soothed gaping wounds
She sighed in relief

Yet feelings of loss did not ease

For a time 
grief hung in the air
Some continued as normal
Some stood taller 
heeding the call

We coped in our own way

I had not return to that world
Something forever changed
Within me.


THE RETURN

Leaf by leaf 

Signs of life slowly returned to the land
Piercing green undergrowth 
fiery red stemmed shoots 
Sweetened my sight

Against all odds
Mighty delicate flowers appeared
In full bloom
Pink flannel 
fringe lilies 
Softening my breath

Voices of fairy wren
Wattle birds and 
yellow-tailed 
black cockatoo
Joy fills my heart

Memories of what was
Sooty limbs, rock and dirt
Covered anew 

Life continues
Doing what she does best
Our earth so resilient
forgiving

One fateful afternoon
A light breeze 
kissed my cheek
As if to say 
“I am still here”

And with that
I too
Came back to life.

Recovery Print Collaboration Project

Special thanks to Blue Mountains World Heritage Institute for camera trap photos of a wallaby and passing lyrebird, and still camera point taken with citizen scientist, Paul Vale.

Thanks to Jessica Wardhaugh for imagery of the pink-tongued skink saved during a routine backburn.

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