Six years ago, twelve people sat around a table in a Brisbane backyard and made a quiet decision to keep turning up for each other. Nobody called it a movement. Nobody had a grant or a five-year plan. They just knew that what they’d found that arvo was worth holding onto.

Six years ago, twelve people sat around a table in a Brisbane backyard and made a quiet decision to keep turning up for each other. Nobody called it a movement. Nobody had a grant or a five-year plan. They just knew that what they’d found that arvo was worth holding onto.

Six years ago, twelve people sat around a table in a Brisbane backyard and made a quiet decision to keep turning up for each other. Nobody called it a movement. Nobody had a grant or a five-year plan. They just knew that what they’d found that arvo was worth holding onto.

Six years ago, twelve people sat around a table in a Brisbane backyard and made a quiet decision to keep turning up for each other. Nobody called it a movement. Nobody had a grant or a five-year plan. They just knew that what they’d found that arvo was worth holding onto.

Six years ago, twelve people sat around a table in a Brisbane backyard and made a quiet decision to keep turning up for each other. Nobody called it a movement. Nobody had a grant or a five-year plan. They just knew that what they’d found that arvo was worth holding onto.