DUSTY CREEK

13/09/2026

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10/09/2026

I reckon every day should be R U OK? Day.

We spend a lot of time talking to the people we’ve lost.

Through photographs. Old songs. Memories. Empty passenger seats. Sometimes we look up at the stars and have a yarn, hoping somehow they’re listening.

There are people I’d give anything to get one more copy from.

One more conversation.
One more laugh.
One more chance to say, “You on channel?”

And maybe that’s the reminder for today.

There are still people down here we can call.

Before they’re a photograph we keep going back to.
Before we’re looking for them in the stars.
Before we’re wishing we’d asked one more time.

Pick up the phone. Drop in. Sit beside someone. Have the yarn.

And don’t just ask today because the calendar tells us to.

Keep the airways open. Keep checking in.

You on channel?

10-4. 🤎

31/08/2026

I’ve been thinking a lot lately about what we carry.

Not the things anyone can see. The other stuff.

The responsibility of keeping a family going. Making enough money. Running a business. Raising kids. Balancing life. Looking after elderly parents. Being the dependable one. Being the strong one. Sick family members. Or just...you.

Then there’s the old stuff. The suitcase you didn't quite unpack.

Grief we never really dealt with. Relationships that changed us. People we lost. Things that happened years ago that we packed away somewhere because life didn’t stop long enough for us to deal with them.

So we carried them. And carry them well we do... most of the time.

And I reckon some of us have become so freaking good at carrying things that we don’t even realise how heavy the load has become.

I’ve had some incredible conversations lately with people who are tired. Exhausted.

Not necessarily falling apart. Just… carrying a lot. Strength.. and well.. being strong.

There’s a difference.

Because strength isn’t about how much you can pile onto your back before your knees finally buckle.

And carrying something isn’t the same as healing from it.

Maybe some things aren't ours to carry anymore.

Maybe some things need talking about.

Maybe sometimes we just need to look across at someone we trust and say:

“Hey. The load’s getting a bit heavy.”

And hopefully, somebody answers:

“10-4 good buddy.. I got you matey.”

You on channel?

24/08/2026

Just a little clarification on YOU ON CHANNEL 📻

We WANT you to share this message. Use our audio. Share our posts. Use the hashtag. Check your mates. Start conversations. Take the message into your communities.

That is exactly why You On Channel was created. ❤️

But sharing a campaign and recreating another business’s campaign as your own product are two very different things.

Please don’t take our words, campaign messaging, audio and branding, recreate a You On Channel logo and put it on merchandise to sell under another business.

Be inspired by the message. Share the hell out of it. Create your own conversations around mental health.

Just please don’t copy the campaign and commercialise it as your own.

And on a positive note — this has given me the little nudge I needed to formally protect YOU ON CHANNEL moving forward.

The message belongs everywhere.

The campaign doesn’t belong to everyone. 📻

You on channel? Check your mates.

21/08/2026

Dear Smoothy,

Mate… I miss you every day, but today especially. It’s your birthday.

I’ve spent the last few weeks travelling through the Territory, heading back through old places, old roads and old memories, and I’ve been thinking a lot about home. About belonging. And about the people we meet along the way who somehow get written into the map of our lives.

Some people pass through and leave scars. Others leave stars… little points of light you find yourself navigating by years later.

You were one of those.

You weren’t polished or trying to impress anybody. You were just fu***ng real. Loud shirts, that old F-truck, black coffee or a rum, a yarn on the verandah, or left of field joke when someone probably needed it most… and those bloody big wrap you up and make you laugh hugs.

This trip has reminded me just how many incredible, raw, real humans are scattered across this country that i am blessed to know. But there are some people you simply never forget. Not because they were perfect, but because they left something behind in you. A saying, a story, a laugh you can still hear, or a different way of looking at the world.

Maybe that’s what legacy really is. Not how much money we made or what we owned. It’s the pieces of us that keep living in other people, even when we are no longer here.

And mate, you’ve left plenty.

Every time someone checks on the bloke who’s gone a bit quiet. Every time we sit down for a yarn instead of assuming “she’ll be right”. Every time we choose people over possessions, or sit around a fire with good people, and realise we’re richer than we thought… there’s a little bit of you there.

Maybe that’s why these letters have been sitting in my head for so long. Some conversations don’t finish just because somebody isn’t here to hear them anymore.

So every now and then I’m going to write to you. About life, the road, the people I meet and the things I’m learning. Probably plenty of things you’d tell me to stop overthinking too! Youd tell me to "Just send it Jessie, you got this, don't give up!"

Because if your story leaves anything behind, I hope it reminds us to "check our mates". Don’t assume the loud one is okay. Don’t assume the strong one doesn’t need asking. Call them. Sit beside them. Have the coffee. Listen to the yarn. Give the bloody hug. And live every day like its your last. To the FULL like Smoothy did.

I’ve realised something travelling these roads, Smoothy. We don’t necessarily remember people for what they achieved.

We remember how it felt to know them.

And knowing you left one hell of a mark.

Happy birthday, mate. Wherever your signal reaches these days, I hope there’s an old truck, a decent view and an icy cold bevvie waiting for you.

Anyway mate… just checking in.

You on channel? 📻

Big hugs,
Jessie x

20/08/2026

Sunrise at the Tapp stables… Spooks Hill | Northern Territory 🌅

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