A Little Reminder to Take Care of You!

Ups and Downs
Life is full of ups and downs. Here are a few things you can do for yourself to help the downs feel less and to create a few more up moments. It's really important to take a little time for loving yourself and enjoying being in your skin. If you remember to do that, there will be more of you to give. If you take the time to care for yourself, others will care for you more too. If you are kind to yourself, it will allow you to be kinder to others because you will not need to feel resentment. When we don't give ourselves time for ourselves - for care of our bodies, minds and spirits, we can become angry and resentful and that spills out into our lives and the lives of those we care about.

Be Thankful
For the awareness of being alive, for all that you have, for all you can be and do. If you can't do all of the things below, you might be able to do one. Give thanks for that. An attitude of thankfulness can make life feel better all on it's own.

Foot Soak
Fill a large plastic bowl with very warm water, add half a cup of milk infused with a few drops of peppermint oil. Soak feet for ten to fifteen minutes then pat dry with a soft towel. Give yourself a long, slow foot massage with your favourite moisturiser. Pop on a pair of white cotton socks to protect your feet while the moisturiser soaks in. Put those feet up while you enjoy a nice cup of tea and a magazine.

Manicure
Arrange all your bits and pieces before you begin. Nail polish, remover, base coat, files, nail clippers, bowl of warm water, nail brush and soft towel and moisturiser. Allow yourself time to enjoy the process.  Do your nails then take the time to enjoy a good hand massage with a nourishing moisturiser. Love your hands. They work so hard for you. Don't rush the process. Take time to appreciate your hands.

Cup of Tea
Make yourself a really nice hot cup of tea and give yourself time to sit and drink it while it's still hot. If you're having a biscuit then taste it. What can you taste? Can you identify the different ingredients? Breathe. Enjoy the moment. It's a gift.

Write yourself a thank you note
Write a note to yourself and thank yourself for all that you do. Pretend that it's coming from someone else and accept the thanks. You know that lots of people are probably thankful for the things you do, but just don't think to say thank you. Say it yourself. Mean it. You are brilliant at being you. You are unique. No one else can be you. Make a list of things you like about yourself. Then say thanks. If you don't think you like anything about yourself, look harder...think harder. Like that you can read. Like that you can see. Like that you can think. Like that you are alive. Like that you can learn to love yourself more. Thank you. 

Write to someone else
Write a note or card to thank someone else for something. It might be a small thing or a big thing. Think about the things others do (not necessarily for you) that you take for granted. Do you notice someone being kind to someone else? Do you notice someone doing some little thing that makes the world a better place? Say thank you for once. Imagine how good that other person will feel to know that they're making a difference. We all like to be appreciated.

Light a candle
Any time, day or night. Light a candle and watch the flame. Enjoy the movement it makes. Concentrate on it for a few minutes. Leave the world behind and just be with the light for a little while. Breathe deeply and evenly and feel the peace it gives you. Be gentle in your spirit. Love yourself and life.

Pick a flower
Pick one flower. Smell the fragrance. Notice the structure and form of the different parts. Marvel at the beauty of this simple thing. Notice the veins, the colours, the shapes. Be thankful. Realise that a flower is one small fragment of a wonderful world. 

Draw
Grab a pencil and some paper and draw just for fun. Even just lines on the page. Wavy lines, little circles. Anything you feel like doing. Don't think about what it is meant to look like. Just enjoy the movement of your hand and the marks that are happening on the page. It's not for anyone else. Just for you. Enjoy the process. If it turns into something recognisable that's okay. It's also okay if it doesn't. It's okay if it looks like a two year old drew it. It's okay. Just feel the process and let any tension flow out through the pencil onto the paper and let it go. When you're done you can keep it or throw it away or burn it; whatever feels right.

Stretch
Do you get up in the morning without stretching? Take a few minutes to really stretch your body in any way you can. Feel how tall you can make yourself feel. Learn a few yoga stretches and enjoy feeling your body move and stretch and rest. Squeeze the tension out and let it disappear into the atmosphere. Imagine it flowing out of you and away into the clouds. 

Rest
Allow yourself some time to just do nothing. Sit and close your eyes. Hear your breath. Allow it to slow down and follow it in and out. Realise the miracle of life. It rests in that breath. In and out. Such a gift. Such a wonder.

Be kind
Do you get mad at yourself? I do. Pressure to be and do so much all the time. Pressure to meet someone else's expectations. We can feel that we are never enough. We can't possibly be all things to all people. Whilst it is not realistic to 'please oneself' all the time, choose what you do and how you do it. Say no to things that compromise your personal values. Be kind to yourself. Allow yourself to be who you are. Remember that you're a work in progress. You will be growing and changing for your whole life. If you don't like who you are now, at least accept and love who you are and make gentle changes that take you towards the you you'd like to be. 

Sleep
Get as much sleep as you can. Television and the computers have become great thieves of sleep. There is always one more movie to watch, one more episode to see, one more game to play, one more level to achieve. The result is that we spend too much time awake! Sleep is our time of restoration. We need it. I slept eleven hours the other night. Straight up. I was tired and not feeling so well, but I felt so much better after a long sleep. I think about how often I am ready for bed but something comes on tv that grabs my attention and before I know it I've stayed up another couple of hours. Once I get past that first sleepy stage, I don't seem to want to go to bed again for hours and hours. I'm going to try to take more notice of that first hint of sleepiness and honour it. If it comes at 8.30 then I'll go to bed and sleep. Turning the tv and computer off and reading or meditating for a little while could help with inducing sleepiness. Our brains need a little time to slow down after all the excitement of movies and computer games. 

Walk
Take a walk around the garden or anywhere outside. Feel the weather, smell the smells, see the colours, hear the sounds, feel your body moving, the breeze against your face and hands. Get into the moment and get into the movement. Note to self. Do this more often. It's guaranteed to improve your mood and your health. My aunt is in her seventies and has had two hip replacements. She uses a stick for insurance but still she walks the dog every day. She lives in England and she walks every day regardless of the weather or how she feels. If walking every day repays you with the great sense of fun and joie de vivre she emotes, then it has to be a good thing! She is one of my heroes.

Dance and sing
Whenever I sing someone tells me not to give up my day job...but I do it anyway! Singing feels good. It makes me laugh. I drum on containers, I jiggle and dance just for the joy of moving. It's not pretty. I don't care. I'm saying to you now, rejoice in being alive...your body is yours so enjoy how it feels. Dance at home on your own if that's the only time it feels good. Dance in the little room if that's the only privacy you have. Dance, feel good and let the smile spread across your face. Imagine the music if you have to. We all can dance to the rhythm of life. We all can sing. Have you ever heard anyone say "I can't sing". Phooey to that. If you have a voice baby, you can sing. So sing. If someone laughs, feel good that you gave them a giggle.

What do you do?
What do you do to feel good when you need a little time out to repair yourself? It is a bit like patching up. We all go through rough times in different ways. We all need fixing up sometimes!! Don't be ashamed if you need some down time. Go for it. Do it.You only need to give yourself permission.

Preparing for the Christmas Crazies

Have you been seeing those little hints around the place that say it's coming? The odd bit of tinsel strung up in the supermarket, a few red, green and white items tucked discreetly on one side of an aisle somewhere on your way up and down with the trolley? The odd post by some well meaning friend on Facebook...only X Fridays until Christmas. Gosh folks, it's bearing down on us like a runaway train, so we'd better get organised. I'm not sure who said it all had to be such a fuss. Who came up with the idea that Christmas has to be perfect? Who decided that everything must be colour coordinated and that outdoor chairs ought to be dressed for the occasion...along with everything else indoors and out? What a fantastic merchandising effort it has been. What an advertiser's dream. What sort of junk will they foist upon us this year? I know, I know, it's all about the spirit of togetherness and love and celebrating the birth of Jesus Christ but can't we do that without spending countless hundreds or thousands of dollars on stuff that is fashionable for a day or a week then relegated to the bottom of the toy basket or the linen closet or stored in the shed?

I am not for a moment suggesting that you should not get into the so called silly season in any way you see fit, but I am suggesting that perhaps it is worth thinking about why you do, and whether it is worth spending so much of your hard-earned cash on it. I'm just asking you to have a think about what it is that drives you to work so hard and stress so much over one day (or two) when we get our families together or make an effort to comfort and include the lonely. Wouldn't it be better to spread that energy and expense out over the year, and actually have a few more family days, or invite the lonely neighbour over for a meal a bit more often? Just a thought. If you make a lot of effort to be kind and jolly and giving and generous just for Christmas, then perhaps you could ask yourself why? Should it be an effort to open your heart and your home to others in your family and community? Should it be saved for special occasions? Perhaps I'm just an old cynic, but we all get together with smiles and loaded with gifts for people we hardly notice the rest of the year. We make out that we are some kind of fairy tale Christmas movie family and then at the end of the day off we go and don't really take much notice of each other until Christmas comes around again. Weird. Maybe that happens with Christmas movies too. 

Anyway, I do see a lot of stress and worry going into getting it all right and I honestly think it's a bit of a waste. I watched my mum every year as a kid...or so I remember...working full time, shopping and hiding wrapped gifts in the top of the wardrobe, shopping and preparing, shelling the peas and having a sherry on Christmas morning while we opened gifts, then collapsing into bed with a migraine leaving Dad and we kids to dish up the roast and eat without her. It spoiled every Christmas, not having her there with us to enjoy it. Being hushed because she had a headache. Poor mum. She worked so hard to make everything beautiful for us all. How many other women (and men) are worrying themselves silly trying to make a perfect day? Not just for Christmas, but other celebrations too...weddings, engagements...birthdays. We make fancy cakes and spend countless hours looking for the perfect gift. We spend more hours and dollars finding the perfect outfit and getting perfect nails and hair for the occasion...whatever it is. You know what? In the end it only matters that you are together with other people. It matters that you have enough food to wear and clothes to be warm. It matters that you care about each other and are willing to listen to each others' stories. It matters that you do it more than once a year if you can. 

Gifts. Gifts are lovely. They are lovely to give and they are lovely to receive. Somehow gifts have become a measure of caring in our society; a measure of love. Have we lost the plot a bit? I think maybe we have. One of my most precious gifts sits her on my desk. It's a pottery horse. It has a smooth brown body and rough feathers around its clumpy feet, and a mane that looks like it was made with a garlic press...maybe it was. None of that makes it precious; it's that my dad saw it someplace when he was out with mum, years and years ago, and he thought I'd like it so he bought it for me. It was not my birthday or Christmas or anything else. It was just love. Thanks dad. Gifts are nice because they can let us know we are loved and cared for. We all know that not all gifts convey that, and sometimes the ones bought just because it is Christmas and it has to happen...or a birthday...sometimes they are bought more as an obligation than as an expression of love. They are still nice to receive, especially if they are a thing that's been dreamed of or yearned for. But somehow the little out of the blue gifts carry much more weight, even if they are smaller or less valuable. You can't measure love in dollars and cents. No you can't. 

Christmas is very good at bringing to light the inequities in family finances, and I'm sure many families across the world struggle when everyone is together and some are able to give lavish and expensive gifts and others are not. Some of us handle it better than others. Some of us feel like we have failed somehow when we can't provide the same level of material wealth for our kids. It's awkward sometimes if you have a lot and others have only little. It can feel a bit embarrassing. Gosh, so much potential for worry and stress and upset! In the end I'm pretty sure that the thing that matters most is love. 

Love, love, love. Isn't that what we really want? We want bear hugs that say I'm so glad you're in my life (I got one like that from my brother the other day...he'd had a few beers, but still I'm counting it!). We want smiles and hand holds. We want stories and cricket games, we want walks on the beach or to the park, we want laughter and the joy of being together. We want to enjoy some nice food and perhaps a couple of bottles of wine or a few beers. Can we try to do that this year without busting the limit on the credit cards? Can we manage to make do with little gifts that don't cost the earth? Can we do something to show that we care instead of buying a gift then going on our merry way thinking we've done our duty? Can we make some phone calls or send some letters that say I love you or I forgive you?

Can I suggest that you keep it simple this year? Keep the gifts simple, the meal simple...nice but simple...so that you are calm and happy and able to relax and enjoy the time sitting with the kids or playing Mr Potato Head or whatever is required? I'm hoping to reinstate my own personal tradition of starting a jigsaw puzzle. I like to do that as anyone who is around can add a few bits here and there and it's kind of low pressure, or no pressure. You can come and go around a jigsaw puzzle. I'm going to go easy on the food and drink and just drink in the sight of my loved ones, whichever ones happen to be around. I'm just going to love them. I'm like everyone else I guess, or perhaps like my mum because I guess I learned how to do Christmas from her...I usually make a bit of fuss and like to try and make it a good day...that's been kind of difficult since divorce and then the death of loved ones along the way...it kind of makes it all a bit less wonderful somehow. 

I don't know...if I should even publish this. Am I being a sad sack? I've never gone into debt for Christmas. I shudder when I think of all the people out there who do. Why is there so much pressure for people to do that? How can you feel happy and joyous if there is a huge debt to pay afterwards? Is it really necessary? I know the answer to that one. No it's not necessary. It's a choice. I hope you can see that. How long will it take you to clear the debt? Eek!

Well, I know it's not Christmas yet, and writing this was really an attempt to help you choose to do it all with a little less stress this year. Maybe I could give a few hints to help?

1. Decide on a budget (how much can you reasonably spend without going into debt?)

2. Decide what are essentials for your day to be a success.

3. If they don't fit in your budget, think about how you might be able to scale it down a bit.

4. Decide how much you can spend on each gift.

5. Write it down and stick to it.

6. Delegate - share the work with others. 

7. Ask others to bring something towards the meal.

8. Pretend Christmas Day is the 22nd and have everything bought, wrapped and ready to go in plenty of time.

9. Choose simple, fun, generic gifts that can be recycled if people don't like or need them.

10. Save some energy for loving and laughing your way through the day.

11. Know that you are enough. 

12. You and Christmas Day don't have to be perfect to be good, to be great, to be enough. 

13. Count your blessings.

14. Breathe, relax and enjoy getting ready...it's on it's way!!

There are lots of great ideas on the net for saving money with DIY gift projects. You still have time if you start now!! Have fun!
http://www.tipjunkie.com/homemade-gifts/gift-in-a-jar/
http://notmadeofmoney.com/blog/2006/11/50-homemade-gift-ideas-from-around-the-web.html
http://www.getrichslowly.org/blog/2008/11/13/a-do-it-yourself-christmas-34-great-gifts-you-can-make-yourself/

Trip to Rossel Point - What I found!

Whilst it is so lovely to pull up in the car ready to explore a natural place, a beautiful place, a wild place, it is equally unlovely to be witness to the detritus (rubbish) left by previous visitors. You can't be responsible for everyone else's rubbish I know, but I think there is a responsibility to do what we can where we are with what we have. I happened to have a plastic shopping bag in the car and I happened to have a little time on my hands, eyes that can see and a conscience that wouldn't allow me to leave the mess where it was. I photographed what I found and thought I'd share it here. If you live locally and know someone who uses the place as a drinking spot or...whatever...then please share with them because they might want to claim something they left behind. So here is what I found.

A paper bag, six pack carton, a pie wrapper, solo can, coffee cup with lid...

A beer can, a chips packet, another beer can, another pie wrapper, another coffee lid, a small white plastic bag with handles and a lemon squash can...

Some broken glass, a piece of plastic, a Jim Beam can, another coffee cup with lid, a large Coca Cola bottle with lid and yet another coffee cup...

A plastic stubbie wrapper, a glass bottle, a Jack Daniels whisky can, a cola can, a squash can, another beer can...

A Drum tobacco pack, a Four Seasons condom wrapper (well done on the safe sex but please take your rubbish with you and put it in a bin), a Red Bull can, another two beer cans...

Another paper bag, another two beer can, a bottle top, a juice bottle sealer, an instant noodles flavour pack...

A yoghurt peel off lid, a bottle label, a Mentos wrapper...

A cider can, a red plastic scraper, an empty pill bubble pack,  two bottle tops, a vodka can, a half bottle (jagged and broken...so dangerous!), a piece of silver duct tape, part of a cigarette packet, four cigarette butts, one ring pull, more plastic and a large empty plastic garbage bag partly buried in the dirt...

Okay, so that's all I picked up today in a short space of time (there was more but maybe someone else will join my crusade to clean up a bit), but seriously people, not good enough. I know the wind plays havoc with rubbish sometimes but I don't think all of this was accidental. Please think and take your rubbish home with you. None of it is heavy. Most of it is not very big. It's not hard to take it with you. Please make the effort. You don't really want to be living in a rubbish dump do you? If you can keep a bag in your car for rubbish it is easier to remember to use it...or even a little swing top bin...why not? If you go somewhere and see rubbish, then take a few minutes and pick it up and make the world a cleaner place. It really is worth the trouble and if we all do it we can make a huge difference. Check out this link for some cool guys who are making the world a cleaner place. http://www.take3.org.au/ Thank you from the generations of the future (that's your kids and grandkids).

Trip to Rossel Point Southport

It's not very far from home the drive to Southport, but it's funny how you tend to arrange trips further afield and look at your own 'backyard' last of all! Today we decided to make the short run down to visit a place I remembered visiting some twenty plus years ago. I have always known of the place as Burial Ground Point, but a quick exploration of the net when I got home informed me that it is in fact Rossel Point...but it is still the location of a convict burial ground. I had vague memories of the place being a rather barren and stony ground with a rough old rusty iron railing around it. Perhaps my memory is failing or playing tricks on me, because I discovered today a lush and vibrant place bushy with bracken and quite wet underfoot from recent rains. Frogs croaked happily in the abundant dampness. It wasn't wet enough to cause problems walking, but rather well soaked like a lightly squeezed dish sponge.

I was disappointed to find no signs or markers supplying information about the place, although there were some posts where a sign had previously been mounted, and there was a strong galvanised iron fence around an extensive area which presumably was the site of the convict graves.The profusion of bracken made it impossible to see if there were any markers inside. It would have been interesting to read about the history of the place, so I might need to follow up and do a bit of research.

It was such a beautiful day; some sunshine after such a lot of rain and wind, so wandering about climbing the rocks and taking in the sights was so enjoyable. I was lucky enough to see a seal in close to the rocky shore. I only caught two glimpses, one of his tail and then his head popped up for a moment and then he was gone again. Busy fishing no doubt! A couple of skinks showed their faces but scurried into crevices as I moved near. I took a photo of some tea tree flower buds and discovered when I got home that I had also captured a grasshopper, although I didn't see him at the time. He's a bonus! Can you see him? Right in the middle of the picture!

I have to admit it wasn't a terribly energetic time. Sitting and enjoying the solitude and peace was enough to keep me busy for quite a while. I'd like to share some of what I saw from my perch.

 I feel so lucky to have places like this so close to home. I can't imagine life in a city where there are so many people and cars and so much man made everything all around. I don't mind going for a day or two but that's enough. Days like today, just sitting and soaking in all this beauty, feeds my soul in a way that the hectic comings and goings of everyday life can't. I know I am so lucky to have this choice in my life. I read somewhere recently about someone taking children from the cities in England to the seaside. There were ten and twelve year old children

 who had never seen the ocean. That is so difficult for me to comprehend. It means I am lucky on a very grand scale. I will not take it for granted. Not for a minute. I will breathe it in and feast my eyes on it and let it fill me up 'til I think I might burst with the joy of it. That's how it is. How privileged I am to sit and breathe air that has not a hint of smoke or exhaust fumes or industrial output...just pure beautiful air with the healthy sting of salt. How long will that last if we keep abusing our oceans? I don't know. My heart worries for the future.

 If you live in a city, I hope you can find a way to spend time in wild places. It will make you want to save them and keep them forever. I love to walk with my camera because it makes sure I notice small details I might otherwise miss. It makes me want to explore and look at things from other angles. It tunes me in with the place and space. I love it. David has a different approach altogether. He takes eye pictures, not photographs. He prefers to look at the whole space and place as one big glorious thing. I like to find all the little bits and pieces...all the surprises that go together to create the magic of the place. Funny how we're all a bit different

in the way we see and experience things. It's good to have other perspectives. So these few pictures show the big picture, and I hope you won't mind if I share with you some of the details of the place too. I've had some trouble organising the photos; I'm not sure how to put them where I want them. On a word document I can move things around to be where I want but that's not how it's working here on Blogger! I have things to learn either about the limits of the formatting or the tricks for getting it to work for me!

Orchid

My favourite finds today are the little fish pictured below, which is exactly how I found it...just a little rock fish in a sandy hollow on top of a rock, and the comical little wooden family at the bottom of the page. I love the whimsical faces and didn't notice them until I loaded the pics onto the computer. I think they're gorgeous. I took the picture because I loved the wind and sea-worn timber, but finding a family in the photo was a delightful surprise.I especially like 'mum' in the middle with her sideswept seaweed fringe.

Stone fish in a sandy pool

Tangles

Textures

Rocky grin

Shame

I am saddened when I see wanton destruction like this. Nature is working so hard to make a beautiful world for us, and whilst signs may not add beauty to the area, this one is sharing important information that aims to protect the local inhabitants. I can't imagine what pleasure is derived from defacing such things. It is just sad. I'm sad to say that I collected a significant amount of rubblish adjacent to the parking area. I'll be sharing about that in the other post I'm about to write. You might see something you left there...although I hope not!

Little wooden family

Helping Umoja and Happy Birthday Mum!

Tonight I have friends and family coming over for dinner. It's Mum's 77th birthday and this is also the date chosen by Umoja Orphanage to hold their World's Biggest Dinner Party attempt, so I asked Mum what she thought and we decided to combine the events. It's all go here today. How am I finding time to write?...haha, I'm not sure but maybe it's a way for me to get my head organised ready to do what has to be done! So welcome to a bit of chaos really. I have no idea how it will all work out as we live in a fairly small house and the weather here in southern Tasmania has been typically Spring-y; rain, wind and smatterings of sunshine to get your hope up. We are so blessed to live in a such a beautiful part of the world. I was born into a family where we have always had food on the table and a roof over our heads and people who love each other enough to get mad with one another and still hold together somehow. I have never needed for anything. 

My Mum has told me of times in England when we kids were small, when she would eat bread and jam so that there was more meat and vegetables for us two kids and Dad. I believe her. I know she used to get boils on her neck and I guess that might be why. It's a sacrifice a mother makes without thinking about the cost to herself. I can't imagine how life must have been for her then. I have never felt like I went without anything. Oh, sure, there have been times when I really felt put out because I didn't have designer jeans or the latest gizmo...or that we didn't go on holidays to Singapore like the doctor's daughter did. At least the doctor sent his kids to a regular high school or I might not have known them! I used to go horse riding with them sometimes. Yes, I had a horse as a teenager in Australia...Mum and Dad moved us over here when I was just six years old. Dad's parents followed soon after and as we two were the only grandchildren, we were just a bit spoiled and I did have a horse or two over the years. How very, very lucky I was. 

I don't know if I realised back then just how lucky. I would see World Vision ads on tv about the poor and starving people in Africa and it would make me feel sick to the stomach. I would be put off my dinner if I had to look at it. I would turn away or move to another room. I would cover my face with my hands or a cushion so I wouldn't have to look. I think it should make us sick to the stomach to see poor and starving people. It should make us want to do something about it, especially when we have so much. I have always been chubby. I have so much; they have so little. How does that work? But the thing is that I didn't make that connection back then as a kid. The images just turned my stomach. That was all. I've always been on the side of the 'underdog' but I don't know if I've managed to DO much to help. Just knowing is only the start really isn't it. Awareness is the beginning. It's easy to think the problem is so big that there's nothing I can do to make a difference, but a teacher in Bundaberg in Queensland, Cathy Booth, saw the plight of homeless children in Kenya and decided to DO something about it. I take my hat off to her and thank her for giving me and my family and friends the opportunity to do something here tonight to help. Perhaps it will lead to something more. Everything you do is a step in life to something that comes next.

I borrowed a cook book from the library...Cooking the East African Way. We've had a look at it to choose some dishes to cook for tonight's event. David was astounded and said it was the worst cook book he'd ever seen. There aren't many recipes in it. There is nothing glamorous or exciting. It is basic. The ingredients are few and unexciting. It is an honest book. It reflects the culture of East Africa and uses ingredients that would be found there. I'll be making sweet vermicelli with raisins, pilau and groundnut sauce. I think it will be good for us to appreciate the simplicity of food from Kenya. Of course, like so many other places, there has been influence from other cultures, especially India, with pilau, samosas and curries. It wonder if it would be possible to find a culture of cooking anywhere now that is 'pure' for surely travellers have for generations been leaving a little of their own culture wherever they go. Just a thought. The thing about the cook book discussion is just that it brought the realisation that life there is very different to what we are used to here. To what we take so easily for granted. We already knew that, but it was a different angle. The food is simple. But still, only the lucky ones eat so well. This I know. We all know.

Well, I suppose I had better get busy and get things ready for tonight. Just now the sun is shining and perhaps it will dry things out enough for the celebration to spill happily onto the deck outside where guests can enjoy watching the wallabies nibbling the grass and a million stars spread on a velvet sky and reflected on the bay. If not, we'll be close and cosy inside. I hope we'll all be remembering just how well off we are. I'm happy that our little gathering will help Cathy and her team in the work they're doing far away on the other side of the world. I'm glad we can help. I wonder what else I can do. Happy Birthday Mum. I have a Mum. I am so blessed. We have cupcakes. We are so blessed. Count your blessings lovely people. If you are reading this, how lucky you are. You can read. You have access to a computer or Iphone...and so much more.

Wishing you love and light, peace and the seed of hope. May you be inspired to make a difference in some small or large way today. If you have nothing else to give, then give a smile or a hug. Find someone worse off than yourself and do a little something to help. It will feel good. I promise. That's the funny thing about giving. It blesses the giver.

Sunday 27.10.13

Here's a snap from our gathering last night. Everyone brought food along to share for our dinner party.  We played some silly games, gave away lots of goodies as prizes, ate lots of delicious food including cheese platters, quiche, curry, salad, chicken, polenta, passion-fruit flummery, bread pudding and cheesecake. We sang happy birthday to my Mum, Dad sang a little song, we hugged friends and family and made some new friends too. We had visitors from Victoria and my aunt was the longest distance from home, visiting from the UK. We raised just over $400 for the Umoja Orphanage so it was a winner night all round. Thanks to everyone for coming!

The Last Square

We were chatting in the staff room yesterday afternoon and somehow the talk moved to the ubiquitous loo paper situation...that the primary female in the house (building) seems to be the only one with the skill and know how to put a new toilet roll on the holder. Now I know loo paper holders can be tricky and sometimes need basic problem solving skills to interpret, but seriously, anyone with a brain (or even half a brain) ought to be able to work them out because they are designed to work. They are designed to hold a roll of toilet paper for the duration of its usability and then to relinquish the empty cardboard tube with minimal effort in readiness for a pristine, end stuck to itself in a most annoying fashion, burgeoning new roll. Sometimes there is a movement required; to shift the chromed bar holding the empty tube a little to the left or right and then upwards to enable the tube to be slid off and replaced by a new roll. The chromed bar is then moved in the opposite direction; down and little to the right or left, allowing it to click back into place for use. A satisfying sound it is; it's a shame more of the population are not privy to it (pardon the pun). Sometimes, in a slightly trickier and more creatively designed version, you might have to push one end of the bar into the other end, thus shortening the bar and allowing the old tube to slide off easily. These can be a bit more difficult to operate as the new roll (especially the new super-duper 3 rolls in one) can be a tight squeeze to put on. It can be done but some determination and persistence may be required. The old unhook one wire end from the wooden bar and slip the tube off and the roll on then hook the wire back into the hole in the end of the wooden bar; they are the ones many of us will remember from childhood, but they are still around in some older buildings. They are foolproof really but still seem to baffle some potential roll re-placers.

Given that it really is relatively simple to replace a depleted loo roll with a new one it raises the question - Why do so many people seem to avoid doing it? Many will use the last scrap; wipe, flush and exit apparently  without a backwards glance. Do they think the next person in will not need paper? Do they think it is beneath them to undertake the lowly task of replenishing the loo paper? Do they think it might be too difficult for them or have they not been able to find the instruction book? Are they unable to see the new roll on top of the cistern or cupboard, in the basket or on the shelf...or stacked on the stick-holder thingy in the corner? Are they so relieved to unburden themselves of their unwanted load that they are in a funk...or some state of ecstasy that blinds them to the obvious? Are they deep in thought about the article they've just read to distract themselves from the evacuation taking place? Are they so important, so busy, that they can't take a moment to think of someone else i.e. whoever is next to visit the little room! Are they afraid the X-box will die in their absence? Or that someone will post on their social media page and they won't know about it...although seeing the addiction to those digital 'comforters' I imagine they accompany the users wherever they go...so that can't happen! Or that their team on the box (more like a tray than a box these days) might score a goal...in these days of instant replays, slow replays, fast replays, upside down replays and replays from each player's perspective, I'm sure they'll be out in plenty of time. Seriously though, what is the problem here? Why are so many people not considerate enough to spend 23.4 seconds (generous estimate) to make life a little easier for someone else? 

I wonder if the ones who won't refresh the loo paper are the same ones who thoughtlessly hoick their Macca's refuse out of the car window. I wonder if they're the ones that won't let the old lady with two items go ahead of them and their trolley load at the supermarket. I wonder if they're the ones who can't make the effort to take their empty pizza boxes and cola cans to the recycle bin. I wonder if they're the ones who don't bother to say please or thank you when others do things for them. I wonder if they realise that they are being inconsiderate. I wonder if they ever have that little glow that comes from quietly doing something that makes life easier for someone else without them knowing that it was you. I wonder most of all about the ones who leave one square of loo paper stuck awkwardly to the cardboard roll. What is going on in their tiny minds? Do they think that ANYONE can manage a toileting exercise with ONE SQUARE of toilet paper? Do they? Would they avoid the dexterous challenge of replacing the loo roll yet expect the following customer to manipulate one square of paper to clean and shine their nether regions after depositing a poo? Surely not. They know damned well that one square won't be enough. 

This is a worse crime if the new rolls are kept out of reach of the throne; even in the hall cupboard or under the sink in the laundry or bathroom. Ever been caught? It's easily done, because when one is heading INTO the bathroom, there is often a lot on your mind. It's often a high speed event, especially if one has a 'delicate' system or if one's work is so important that one cannot leave to answer nature's call until the very last second. I prefer to think of this as being 'in the flow' and not having an immature alerting system at this later stage of life. You can forgive kids for leaving it 'til the last minute but we older folk should have our warning systems worked out so that we get there with time to spare I suppose. It's a nice thought, but if others are like me, there will be an element of 'hurry up' in their decision to move towards the bathroom (toilet, john, WC, dunny, little room...depending in which country you sit as you read this). I know I don't have time to check the paper holder when I get there. It's all about getting my clothing out of the way in time!

Might I suggest here today that we all check the paper before we leave the loo and ensure that there is sufficient left in working order for the next customer. It's not that hard. It just requires you to be in the moment. Be mindful of where you are, what you're doing, and that there are others in the world worthy of the same consideration as you are. Make it your project in life to never leave another bereft of ample or enough tissue to complete their task in comfort. If you leave one square on that roll you are a stinker! Don't be so lazy! Get off your behind...yes...and get a new roll and put it on the hanger. If there are no new rolls to be found then do the least and put a box of tissues or a phone book handy. Thank you.

PS If you really can't get the darned thing on the holder, at least leave it close so someone with more intelligence can do it when they venture by. Thank you again.

Language

Global Language Monitor claims that the English language comprises over one million different words. Even the Oxford Dictionaries, though claiming less, reckon we have about 250 thousand to choose from. I'm sure other entities would claim greater or lesser numbers but the thing to recognise is this; we who use the English language to communicate have a lot of words at our disposal. 

The reason I've decided to write about this today is that I'm becoming a bit despondent reading comments on social media that comprise so few words and often words of an unpleasant nature. You know the ones I mean; the ones we have labelled 'swear' words. The Oxford defines 'swearing' as "use of offensive language, especially as an expression of anger." If that's right, then there are a lot of angry people out there; especially our younger folk. I guess they have plenty to be angry about, but offensive language doesn't really help anything. Younger people, you are our hope for the future; swearing about stuff that you don't like won't change it. Find out what you can do and become pro-active to see change in the world. Resorting to offensive language gives the impression that the writer is not all that intelligent, whether it is true or not. It gives the impression that they don't have the vocabulary to say what they really want to say. It's not that I don't notice the well written contributions, I do, but the blatantly offensive comments splashed about like they are everyday language really concern me.

Of course, I recognise that offensive is a subjective term, and that what is offensive to some is quite okay to someone else, but I think we have a common understanding for the most part about what is okay to say in general public comment and what is considered offensive. Some people get a kick out of being offensive in their remarks, or are wanting to make a strong point. Am I wrong in thinking that their position might be better advanced by being able to actually explain what the problem is? It seems that often there are rash and sometimes rude statements made but that there is not really any room for discussion. I notice that many people are very quick to point out problems and to condemn situations, people or beliefs but are not willing to listen to the opinions of others. I wonder how often the people who make those harsh statements of anger against life in general realise how those words piece the hearts and minds of others who read them? I wonder if they understand that words are so powerful; that they breed more words and give rise to feelings in others. I guess that is where the power is in bullying too; in words. 

Sticks and stone will break my bones but names (words) will never hurt me. An old ditty I heard in the school ground often as a kid. Wrong. Words sting and burn and scar. They rip people's hearts out and make them cry. Sticks and stone might give you wounds that can be seen with the eyes, but words inflict wounds that can only be seen with the heart. Learn how to use words to do good in the world. Learn about words so that you can communicate more effectively with others.

The primary edict for teachers is to teach literacy. Numeracy and other subject areas are there too, of course, but literacy, literacy, literacy is the catch-cry across the nation; across the globe. What does it mean to be literate? Does it mean being able to read and write? Partly, yes, but that is not all. Being literate means having a range of ways to communicate and the knowledge of how and when to use those ways. It means being able to choose what is appropriate for different situations. It means being able to express yourself in order to have your needs met, or to clarify and understand when communicating with another human being. Being literate means availing yourself of an amazing array of words that allow you to articulate precisely what you mean. Being literate means being an active user of language to function effectively in our society. It means being able to interpret messages from others, to analyse written and other texts in order to make decisions. It means being able to discern what is reasonable information and what is not. Another old adage comes to mind - Don't believe everything you see (hear, read). It's important to be able to gather evidence to support an idea or statement. It's important to ask if something makes sense when it's measured up against other knowledge you have.

Seeing so many swear words showing up in social media causes me to worry that we are, generation by generation, becoming less literate. This disturbs me so much as I am, among other things, a lexophile. I am passionate about words. I am thrilled by the number of different ways there are to say something. We have so many words to choose from so that we can affect nuance...hint at things not so plain to see. Being literate means being able to read between the lines; to draw inference. To wonder at least about what is not being said. Being literate means being able to ask questions about things read or heard. What is really meant by this? What is the emotion or motivation behind it. Who is the message for? What outcomes was the author hoping for? What did the author want you to feel, think or do?

Every time you write or say something, you become the author of those words. They stick. That's how important it is to think about what you're saying or writing. A friend who is involved in human resource management and recruitment has told me that the first things employment companies do when they get applications is log on to Facebook and start checking people out. They can glean a lot of information about a person from there. They can see the kind of language they use. That first step can determine whether that applicant remains on the list to be considered for an interview or not. What you write is important. It reflects, rightly or wrongly, the sort of person you are. At least it gives an impression. Today is the day for old adages. This is one I've heard quite often too - If it looks like a duck and walks like a duck, it's a duck. 
I guess the trick is to decide what kind of duck you'd like to be seen as, and make sure that's the picture you're painting with what you do and say...and write. 

Well, that's probably about the end of my little rant for today. It's almost midnight here, and my bed is calling me. I suppose it would be fair of me, though, to share some ideas for people who would like to improve their personal literacy. If you can communicate your ideas more clearly, you are more likely to be understood. You are more likely to have your needs met. It's worth the effort really. 

Read more.
Join the local library.
Write letters or cards to friends or family. 
Use descriptive language to tell about something in more detail.
Pick up a pen and write a poem or a song.
Google the lyrics for a song you like. What are they actually saying?
Indulge in conversation with others. 
Use a dictionary when you come across a word that's unfamiliar.
Talk to people instead of playing games on your Iphone.
Listen to people who are willing to talk to you.
Ask questions about advertising - who benefits if you buy the product?
Ask questions about research that backs products - who financed the research?
Read more. 
Books.
Magazines
Online articles.
Cereal boxes. 
Anything really.

Share your ideas below. 
With love, Kerry

PS Here's a lovely word for you. Penumbra. It means the edge of the halo of light produced by a candle. How beautiful to have a word for that. That's the magic of our language. Spell-binding.