As Christmas nears, I bet you’ve been Christmas shopping.
Buying gifts at this time of year is a major part of life. And mostly it is expensive.
It also is an activity that leads to rampant consumerism… and I DON’T like seeing myself as a Consumer.
So a tip to all who are also rebelling against this label.
From a Podcast I recently listened to:
Buy something to wear.
Buy something to read.
And buy something functional.
Merry Christmas and I’ll write to you in the New Year.
There’s a new twist on the word “Junkie.”
In many ways I am a Junkie. A Junk Junkie.
Crowding my home are little knick knacks, several pine cones, and some sentimental things to remind me of Nanna.
Oh, and did I mention I love op shops. I love trawling through, looking for little treasures that none but me find attractive.
Sounds like a Junk Junkie to me!!! Self diagnosed!!!
But today, I am proud of myself.
I actually walked into an op shop and out again with only one item stowed away in my shopping bag.
Maybe I’m beginning to join the mini revolution others have started. The swing away from clutter. The swing towards minimalisation and saving the planet by owning a few less pieces of junk, and freeing up some time and wealth for loved ones.
Are you an Op Shop tragic like me? Or are you swinging towards owning less?
Leave your answer in the comments section
Recently, I attended a workshop on how to cope when living within an emotionally unstable environment.
The take away lesson for me was this:
Be on the watch out for the Perfectionist.
When caring for yourself or someone else, it’s okay to be unable to fix the problems within the relationship.
People cannot be fixed.
It’s best to accept that you are doing your best, even when the situation isn’t working out.
But if you are seeking perfectionism, then you become a part of the problem.
Relationships are not perfect. They are always changing. Being a Perfectionist just puts you into a state of distress and weakens your ability to respond with love.
So next time I find myself seeking perfectionism, I’m pulling back and saying to myself:
“Good is good enough.”
My Nanowrimo has hit a snag.
It’s not writer’s block or lack of discipline.
This morning, my family were relieved to go home. They were lucky they had a home. Over the past 48 hours, a spectacular effort was put in by the Firies of Australia. These are the true heroes of the whole event. Men and women who volunteer their services to be Fire Fighters when the bush fire season are upon us are amazing.
These brave people are not paid a cent for risking their lives in times of fire.
If you’d like to know more about the bush fire my family almost lost their house to, google Hillville Fire. It’s been all over the news.
As I write this, my Dad, also a volunteer firiey is sleeping. He is 78 and worked from 7am to 7pm yesterday with a tiny crew of 3 people, putting out fires.
Most of the volunteer Fire Fighters are over 50 years old.
I suspect more of my posts may be influenced by my experience of the Hillville Fire. There are so many aspects of this event that strike a chord with me.
But today, I’m so proud to be a part of a nation where we have such an effective volunteer force.
Thank you to the volunteer operated Rural Fire Service of New South Wales. You and your interstate colleagues saved my family’s ancestral home.
Thank you indeed.
I’m sitting in a dental clinic’s waiting room. The Receptionists are friendly, but I’m nervous anyway.
My Dentist, who I first visited as a child and saw well into adulthood, has retired. Which means I require a new Dentist.
The first option did extra work on my teeth. I disliked her enthusiasm for drilling into what I thought was healthy tooth.
So now, I’m getting a second opinion. This Dentist came personally recommended by a Work Colleague.
The moral of the story?
If you’re unhappy with the Dentist you’re seeing… switch.
Teeth are important and expensive accessories to the human body.
Look after them.
This photo is of a flame tree standing proud next to the soccer fields of Wingham. I like the contrast of the red against the blue sky.
What do you think?
So, I’m up for the ultimate challenge.
Can I, a humble Blogger and Social Media Coordinator, come up with
50 000 words in 30 days?
The proof is in the pudding.
There’s a chapter book, lurking in my laptop, that requires an overhaul.
Maybe… but maybe not.
You see, I wrote more a plot line than an actual story. Now, it’s time to write the story.
At the moment, it has been named “The Festival.”
So, fingers crossed, some time in 2020, I’ll be posting about it being published.
Can you be my cheer squad?
Will you support my first ever Nanowrimo?
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For those of you who know me, you’ll be wondering why I’m writing about Motherhood.
Well it’s simple really.
There are many ways to share the journey of Motherhood, and only one of these involve being pregnant.
Motherhood is tied to Aunthood. An Aunty is someone who has a close famial relationship with her sister or brother’s children. It’s almost being a Mum as the Aunty role is a potentially pivotal role in the child’s life.
And then there is the Person in the Community role. That person who notices the child and is also in a nurturing role. Think of the school teacher, or kindly neighbour. These people are also important.
In my opinion, Motherhood has been reduced in a way. Because, to me, there are other ways that such a role can be partaken in.
To me, Motherhood is more about emotional maturity and taking an active role in the development of a child into adulthood.
So to all the Aunts, teachers, neighbours and friends of young people…
…this Post is all about you!
Relationships form a delicate web across the globe. From dolphins and their interactions with each other to the role ants play in keeping the cycles of a rainforest turning, to the big human cities, we are all inter-related.
On a personal level, these relationships exist between members of a family, colleagues in a business and all kinds of social arenas.
So we may as well get along.
When a hurt has been witnessed by a relationship, three options lie available.
We can tear ourselves apart and continue at war with each other. This follows the “eye for an eye and a tooth for a tooth” logic. But this just causes more conflict.
Or we can liberate ourselves from this cycle. There are two options branching out of this. We can choose to stay and repair, like with a family member we love dearly.
Or we can choose to walk away.
With any decision, it must be made with a wise heart. At the end of the day, we’re the ones who are left to live with our decisions.
Let’s choose peace. Let’s choose to live in a world with out violence and war.
Let’s choose to embrace the goal of healing our relationships.
Support comes in many forms and in many guises. And it can come from any quarter. Sometimes, it can come from the most unlikely of sources.
I’m cruising towards the Renaissance years, where one realises that one doesn’t have to care so much because most people are more concerned about themselves. And not me.
But over my lifetime I’ve been supported by all sorts of people from all corners of my life.
And in this article, I’ll give a positive story about a person who practices a religion that I’m not well informed about.
Iftekar was a Sri Lankan Muslim who I worked with twenty years ago. I was 21. He was probably in his 40s. His reason for working was to support his wife in her studies to become a General Practitioner.
Normally, I steer clear of the three Abrahamic religions, even though I was raised Catholic. And I attend Bible study with the local Uniting Church.
But in my hour of need, Iftekar stepped in and played mentor and role model, and friend. This was important as I was a very socially wayward and awkward young person.
We didn’t talk religion. We just talked.
So, before I write off someone because of their background, I’ll remember Iftekar and what he taught me.
My hope is that this story will further cause walls to come down, regardless of the side that you find yourself on.
Spread the tolerance. Spread the love.