From the memoirs of Billie Harper, looking back on her learning journey.
“Harmony isn’t the absence of noise—it’s learning to move in tune with all that surrounds us.”
Harmony is a practice. It means listening to country, knowing when to act and when to wait. It was shaped by elder wisdom, by seasons, by soil. Not about control, but companionship.
Ancestral Memory
I remember when I first read Ellen’s journals—how she wrote of walking country with elders, not to study it but to follow it. That shift changed everything. Harmony meant paying attention to seasonal rhythms, to language, to what was already known but ignored for too long.
It wasn’t always easy. Harmony asked more of us than conflict ever did. But when it came, it felt like peace—not the loud kind, but the kind that settles in your bones.
Some days, when the morning was still and the birdsong right, I’d catch myself smiling. Not because things were perfect, but because they were in balance. That kind of happy stays with you.
Stories to Inspire
In this series, we journey from A to Z through fictional echoes of a possible future. These story fragments are drawn from Footprints in the Future — a yet-to-be-published speculative fiction trilogy. Each letter invites reflection, grounded in care, climate, and continuity.