The wildflowers of spring.

Pewsey Vale, Barossa Valley

There’s a brief window in the Barossa when the trails come alive. The air feels softer, the light sharper, and out of nowhere, wildflowers scatter across the paths like small acts of defiance. I stopped mid-run to take this photo — a simple track bordered by yellow blooms, leading toward the shaded forest ahead.

Moments like this remind me how growth rarely announces itself. It appears suddenly, quietly, after long stretches that felt barren. Our minds work the same way. We push through the dry seasons, not realising that somewhere underneath, new connections — both neural and emotional — are forming.

Running those winding single-track trails, dipping into shadow and climbing back into sunlight, I thought about how healing often happens in motion. How we don’t always need to solve our thoughts — sometimes we just need to move through them, to let the rhythm of breath and body make sense of what words can’t.

The wildflowers will fade soon, but the reminder stays: growth is seasonal, energy returns, and even after long winters — both literal and psychological — something bright always finds its way back. Get in touch with Gradient Counselling Barossa.