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.