Snippets and sentiments

An introduction to quality classical music

2012-01-19T17:48:00.003+11:00

Not having being exposed to classical music throughout my life, I've resisted putting any effort into exploring this type of music, considering it would be an acquired taste that would take years and a good deal of knowledge to appreciate. How wrong I was.

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I was considerably worn out when I arrived at Albany. It wasn't just the 3.30am start, or gaining 3 hours as I crossed the country, but the noise of the flight and terminals that tired me. However, a shower and an hour's relaxation revived me.

Once seated with Lola on the front pew at St John's Anglican Church at 4pm, Lola realised that the performance we'd come for was in fact a world class orchestra rather than the local production she was expecting. This was my introduction to classical music that Lola had been waiting for, not knowing when or how I would recognise its beauty, just having confidence in my ability to appreciate it.

So there we were sitting only a metre from the lead violinist of the Chamber Philharmonia Cologne, and I was so deeply moved by the sight and sound of such musicians that I was overcome with emotion.

Russian-born solo violinist, Sergey Didorenko, held such wonderfully intimate rapport with his fellow musicians throughout the entire performance that was so beautiful and enlightening to witness from such a close-up position. His endearing smile will stay with me for a long long time. He communicated with the orchestra members individually with his genuine smile and his eyes full of words and passion.

During the performance of Vivaldi's The Four Seasons, I sat so close to the attractive young lead violinist from Perth that I could feel his passion and love for the music he played. He too communicated with his fellow musicians with his expressive face.

Their body language clearly showed they were in raptures playing their music. The solo and lead violinists made a huge impression on me, and every minute of the performance made a lasting impression on me; beautiful memories, exquisite music.

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And special too, was sharing this experience with Lola; Lola who appreciates the beauty, complexity and emotion of truly good classical music; Lola who is a special friend.

St John's Anglican Church, Albany, WA

A new year

2012-01-09T21:34:00.003+11:00

We considered going out to join in on New Year’s Eve celebrations, but neither of us is a party person, and we both tire early. Instead, we got to bed at a reasonable hour with the intention of getting up to see the first sunrise of the new year.

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A cloudless sky produces a rather featureless sunrise, but the early morning atmosphere always provides that something special. We set up our chairs to have coffee as soon as we arrived at Trap Yard Dam in the Pilliga Forest, and were both thrilled by the prolific birdlife. The bush was alive with movement and song of birds starting their day.

I wandered up to the ephemeral waterhole just east of the dam that I call Arches Pond, and sat in the shade enjoying a truly special experience. I was literally surrounded by birds. Yellow-faced and Brown-headed Honeyeaters congregated in the damp shadows, quenching their early morning thirst, while a male Leaden Flycatcher darted and weaved overhead snapping up tiny insects.

Spiny-cheeked Honeyeaters waited their turn hidden in the leafy overhanging Pittosporum, their distinctive one-syllable ’cluck’ sounding their presence even though I couldn‘t see them. When the little honeyeaters flew off to attend to other business, the bigger honeyeaters moved in for their turn at the waters edge. Noisy Friarbirds were uncharacteristically quiet as they bathed with their cousins, the Little Friarbirds. Striped Honeyeaters splashed around seemingly intent on pure fun, but of course that’s just my emotional interpretation. In reality attention to plumage health and hygiene is essential.

Two Silver-eyes turned up momentarily for a drink. Double-barred Finches, a beautiful Striated Pardalote usually heard but not seen, and several Rufous Whistlers all put in an appearance at the pond. Tufts of lime-green water plants, some with tassels atop their stiff grass-like blades, others with fluffy pompoms, shone in the golden light. Birds continued to come and go in pairs and small flocks for an hour, with their sweet chatter and showy antics entertaining me.

Never before have I experienced such busy and constant bird activity. It was simply magical. And for me, the sighting of the morning was a female Red-capped Robin perched quietly overhead. I felt privileged to be amidst such a splendid forest scene where life abounds and Nature shines. What a glorious start to a new year.

Early morning light on Trap Yard Dam

Best wishes to all for a happy, healthy 2012 - may you have peace, beauty and joy in your life.

Two grand-daughters Christened

2011-11-27T09:43:00.002+11:00

I'm not into the church scene, but I'm happy to attend church to take part in family events. Yesterday, my two youngest grandchildren, Ava and Eve, were baptised. It was a lovely day because all of my seven grandchildren were together. They were little angels in church, quiet and still, so when the service finished, they couldn't wait to run around the church yard and use up some energy - and the rain had disappeared for the occasion.

The two littlies were hot and bothered in their pretty white dresses, but they weren't any trouble either. By the time we left the church, all the children were hungry and tired. We all gathered at a restaurant for a delicious Chinese meal, with a chance to chat.


Eve being baptised


And sister, Ava, just before her curly locks were watered down

It was a busy, but thoroughly enjoyable day for me yesterday with my grandchildren. I asked to have Eve and Ava's sister, Trinity, and brother, Flynn for the morning, along with my three local grand-children, Madison, Zachari and Heath, to do some craft.

My daughter offered to stay to help, which was greatly appreciated as 5 active youngsters might have proved a bit of a challenge for me. I made a double batch of pancakes and the kids devoured them with jam and cream as quick as I could dish them out.

Then with full bellies, we set about making emus with paper plates, brown paper, pipe-cleaners and pom-poms. It was a fun exercise. After they paraded their emus around, they all created whatever they fancied with coloured paper, paste and pencils.

It was a fun morning for all, but after all the kids had left with their parents, I had a well-earned nap to replenish my energy for the afternoon Christening.

Spending time with my grand-children is special for me, and I try to impart some of my spirit and love of the simple things in life to them.

Anaemia

2011-11-21T19:11:00.002+11:00

I've been suffering from anaemia, and I mean really suffering.

We moved house, and at first I thought I was simply exhausted from all the work and hassle that is always involved with moving, but when I was reduced to moving from one chair to the next to try and get around the house, I knew it was time to see the doctor.

He ordered blood tests, and informed me that I was extremely anaemic. He got me in to see a surgeon straight away, who immediately started asking whether stomach cancer and bowel cancer were in the family. My GP suggested it'd be likely that I'd need a blood transfusion. The surgeon said we'd try to do without it.

There was no sign of blood loss in stool or urine tests, and I no longer menstruate. My surgeon was, and still is, convinced I'm losing blood internally, but so far no cause has been found.

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I was scheduled for a colonoscopy (a medical procedure that examines the large bowel), and a gastroscopy (an examination of the upper digestive tract). So I had cameras inserted both ends (day surgery), and the results came back all clear of any nasties.

Next, I was scheduled to have an examination of the small bowel, which involved swallowing barium followed by a series of xrays over a period of a few hours. No bleeding or cause of bleeding was found here either.

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My physical health has improved significantly, but I still have mildly bad days and very bad days amongst the mainly good days. I'm taking daily iron supplements.

I'm pleased my surgeon is insisting on being thorough. Next up I have to have an ultra-sound of my ovaries (although he said this is just routine as bleeding would not occur in the ovaries). I also have to undergo another procedure which involves swallowing a 'camera pill' and retrieving it for analysis. Technology is amazing.

I'm quite sick of medical appointments, but I'm thankful that modern medicine is available. We certainly live in the 'lucky country'. I'm sick of feeling tired and lethargic, and I'm sick of not achieving all I feel I should in a day. And I'm sick of having 'nanna naps'. I sat down in a shopping centre the other day and promptly fell asleep. It's a worry, but I'm just getting on with life, trying to stay cheery and be positive.

An eco church service

2011-07-18T12:04:00.002+10:00

Although I am not religious, in fact having no god or deity at all in my life, I am deeply spiritual - my spirituality and nature being entwined. So when a friend asked me if I'd like to go to an eco church service, I thought I'd go along and experience what was on offer. I have an open mind.

The service was friendly and unique, held in the little rural church at Warkworth in the Hunter Valley. I settled myself in the moment of the event, taking it all in, having the tolerance and confidence to silently replace the words "God" and "Creator" with words that are more appropriate to my views and beliefs, like, "Universe", "Mother Earth", "Inner Spirit".

I enjoyed the gathering and proceedings.

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A Prayer:

As we reflect on the mystery of our fragile planet we celebrate the wonders of Earth as our home. Help us to discern how we have polluted our planet and to empathise with the groaning of creation. Teach us to sense the presence of our Creator pulsing through Earth as a living green-blue sanctuary. Teach us to love Earth as our home. Give to us a vision that is inclusive, interdependent, communal and holistic with special concerns for environmental justice and for all life in the universe.....Amen

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Portions of Reverend Charlie's address:

.....What we call the environmental crisis is not merely a crisis in the natural environment of human beings. It is nothing less than a crisis in human beings themselves. It is a crisis of life on this planet, a crisis so comprehensive and so irreversible that it cannot unjustly be described as apocalyptic. It is not a temporary crisis. As far as we can judge, it is the beginning of a life and death struggle for creation on this earth.....

.....The ecological footprint is a measure of human demand on the Earth's ecosystems. It compares human demand with planet Earth's ecological capacity to regenerate. It represents the amount of biologically productive land and sea area needed to regenerate the resources a human population consumes and to absorb and render harmless the corresponding waste.....

.....Put simply, we are living beyond our ecological means, and therefore we impact on future generations - we are stealing the earth's resources from future generations. The great challenge for humans is to unlearn our learned behaviours.....

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A prayer:

God of wonder and mystery, we see your glory and power revealed in the beauty, sounds and silence of your creation. Stir us to be thankful for every good and unspoiled gift within your world, cause us to wonder, value and delight in all that you have made. Make us more sensitive to the scars of the earth caused by our waste and destruction. Help us to be responsible stewards of the earth, sharing its bounty and preserving its resources for future generations. Creator Spirit, teach us to be at one with Earth. Make our spirits sensitive to the cries of creation, cries for justice from the seas, the skies and the land. Make our souls sensitive to the songs of our kin,  songs of celebration from the sea, the land and the air. Teach us to care for our planet home.....Amen

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Quote: "There's only one corner of the universe you can be certain of improving, and that's your own self. So you have to begin there, not outside, not on other people. That comes afterward, when you've worked on your own corner." Aldous Huxley

Quote: "You can never have an impact on society if you have not changed yourself". Nelson Mandela

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The Blessing:

Grant us power to use our intellects with wisdom, to cut our use of energy and live more simply, and to share our technology and resources in humility and love with all God's children.....Amen

Moving house

2011-07-02T16:42:00.008+10:00

Like giving birth, moving house is one of those particularly onerous and exhausting tasks that, once accomplished, seems to fade into the grey area of memory where you can't imagine that it was as bad as others recall. But it is. And moving house this time has really knocked the stuffing out of me.

I didn't realise just how exhausted I was until I'd handed the keys of the old rental property to the real estate agent, and looked around at the work involved in settling into our new rental unit. Suddenly, the physical and emotional energy expended in the exercise overwhelmed me. So, I ignored the mess, gathered up my needlework and indulged in a few hours of 'me' time. It helped.

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Two years ago when we moved into the old rented house after selling our residence out of town, Mum was very ill, and we were travelling down to Newcastle to the hospital every day. There wasn't time to move house properly, so we just dumped everything in the two spare rooms, unsorted, and that's where most of it stayed. Consequently, moving house this time was extraordinarily disorganised, especially moving from a 5-bedroom house to a 2-bedroom unit.

My daughter has been a treasure - I don't know how I'd have managed without her. She didn't need to be asked to help, she just turned up, day after day. And she didn't need instructions, she just got in and worked. And when she could see I needed a break, she told me to make a cup of coffee, and relax while she continued. I don't handle watching on while others work, but she insisted, so I rested.

And ten-year-old Madison helped where she could. I commented as to where amongst all the mess would I find breakfast as I prepared to spend the first night in the unit, and Madi said, "Weetbix is in the pantry, Ma, plates are in the cupboard near the stove, and spoons are in the top drawer." What a gem that girl is!

My CWA friends provided timely humour and invitations to morning tea or lunch, and Grahame and I supported each other emotionally, with other important events and necessary jobs happening at the same time as the move.

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Today I needed time out with my husband. I wanted to go for a short but scenic drive, and have lunch somewhere charming, yet not bustling with tourists or diners.

Paterson, a country village east of Maitland provided everything on my wish list: once we left the highway, the historic homes and grand trees of Lorn, and the wetlands and green pastures of Tocal made for very pleasant scenery - and the sun shone for us. A beautiful restored bank-turned-restaurant was our lunch stop, with table and seats bathed in delightful winter sunshine framed by fragrant lavender bushes and backed by deciduous trees, and a lovely view of lush paddocks and vegetated hills over the balustrade. The food and wine was delicious, the veranda dining area uncrowded, and we engaged in quality conversation without the distraction of the work waiting at home. A pair of Eastern Spinebills flitted in and out of the tree beside our table, and Fairy Wrens chatted nearby. It was a perfect outing, and I'm now looking forward to organising our new home.

A new grandchild

2011-06-19T09:29:00.001+10:00

If anyone had told me ten years ago that I'd have 7 grandchildren, I'd have thought they were crazy, afterall, I've only got two children. But here is little Eve, healthy and perfect, my 7th grandchild.

As I held her less that 24 hours old, I felt such a overwhelming closeness, clucky even - very clucky. A baby is a miracle, and to hold my new grandchild close with her soft warm face touching my cheek was so special. Her little features perfect, her tiny body snuggly wrapped, a true bundle of joy. A blessing.

Eve, 2 days old

We journeyed the long way home, over 'The Waterfall Way' so that we could visit the World Heritage Rainforest of Dorrigo National Park. With the spectacular vista of tree-clad mountains stretching to the coast, and Honeyeaters and Robins bobbing around right in front of our eyes in the foliage beside our table, I savoured my coffee knowing how truly lucky I was.

And there were more tears as I wandered slowly through the towering rainforest, totally overwhelmed, again, by the grandeur and miracle of Nature.

Dorrigo National Park World Heritage Rainforest

More birth entries:

Trinity

Mya - [A poem for Mya]

Heath

Ava

Accidental habitat

2011-05-03T08:11:00.008+10:00

No, we don't send out invitations to the local frogs, lizards, and other ground-dwellers to move into our outdoor living space, but if your patch of suburbia is free from roaming cats, unruly dogs and nasty chemicals, chances are they've already moved in. And that's just how I like it, afterall, the greedy, irresponsible lifestyle of the human race displaced these creatures from their bit of paradise in the first place, so it's only fair that we provide a bit of safe shelter for the neighbourhood wildlife.

We're establishing a new garden in northwestern NSW where we'll retire in a few years time, and habitat for small native animals is first on our list of garden requirements - native plants, mulch, damp dark corners, and lots of hidey holes. It's all going well.

But we've discovered that our local natives aren't that fussy when it comes to living quarters - we've already got frogs and lizards galore! They don't announce their arrival, they just move in - under the stack of steel posts waiting for the patio to be constructed; amongst the pile of second-hand bricks collected for paving; in the garden shed that has room for small creatures but not humans; and hidden by grass and debris in untidy corners awaiting attention.

They even sneak under the laundry door and take up residence inside. Now, this I don't tolerate - they're not toilet trained, afterall. So I chase them down with my soft mesh scoop, and evict them. Well, indoors is no place for a frog or lizard anyway, and I'm sure they'll be happier and more well-fed in the outdoors. Maybe they find themselves trapped in a strange neatly boxed environment by accident, or perhaps they're just testing my patience, but out they go!

I love having creatures turn up announced and unexpectedly in my backyard. After a friendly greeting, a brief chat, and a quick snap with the camera, I leave them to their business, or relocate them if need be. I consider myself fortunate indeed, to have crossed their path.

After moving a piece of steel to stand another patio post, 5 Green Tree Frogs of varying size needed relocating

A Perons Tree Frog found it's way into the laundry amongst the cans of paint and paraphernalia, and needed a bit of encouragement to take its rightful place outside

And this groggy little Gecko was disturbed from its winter hideout as I sorted bricks for paving - I let him keep his chosen brick.

This feral little Asian Gecko and his mate were evicted from the house after leaving dirty little messages on the walls - cute, but no manners at all.

Creatures even find accidental habitat in the bush, as this little dragon lizard scurries into his home, safe from intruders.

More Green Tree Frogs hanging out in a dilapidated disused chook pen - they don't need anything fancy. Don't let the forlorn expression fool you, for this is the face of a happy frog.

Happy, healthy wildlife taking advantage of clutter and weedy corners in our backyard, and probably yours too!

ANZAC Day 2011

2011-04-26T17:59:00.001+10:00

Settling into life in the small northwestern NSW town of Baradine has been an absolute pleasure, albeit only part-time for now. It was with a community spirit, national pride and appreciation of our armed forces, both present and those long gone, that we attended Anzac Day proceedings in Baradine yesterday, 25th April 2011.

Organised events began with a free bus transporting people to the village of Gwabegar, 30km northwest of Baradine, for the Dawn Service, on a crisp but glorious morning.

Then, mid-morning, a parade of ex-Service men, RSL Sub-Branch, Baradine Central School, St John's School, school band and Baradine and District Pony Club commenced at the site of the now non-existent Baradine RSL Club, finishing at the War Memorial at the Baradine Memorial Pool.

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Welcome, introduction, and prayer were offered:

'The Recessional'

God of our fathers, known of old,

Lord of our far flung battle line.

Beneath whose awful hand we hold

Dominion over palm and pine;

Lord God of hosts, be with us yet,

Lest we forget; lest we forget.

The tumult and the shouting dies

The captains and the kings depart,

Still stands Thine ancient sacrifice,

A humble and a contrite heart.

Lord God of hosts, be with us yet

Lest we forget; lest we forget.

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There was a laying of wreaths and flowers by Baradine RSL Sub-Branch members, Gwabegar Veteran and Ex-Services, Baradine Ex-Service ladies, Baradine Central School, Baradine St John's School, and members of the community.

The Last Post bugle call was performed by a capable young man, with the lowering and raising of flags. The 'Ode' and The Silence were followed by the 'Reveille' bugle call, with the Australian National Anthem, 'Advance Australia Fair' sung by all.

While the Last Post sounded, the call of Spiny-cheeked Honeyeaters reminded us that we were not far from The Bush, and the neighing of the children's horses added to the poignant atmosphere. And the sun shone. Our first Anzac Day in our new home town was special.

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After the Service at the Memorial, those who wished to attend a religious service proceeded to the Memorial Hall.

Too much, too little

2011-03-30T15:53:00.000+11:00

Driving up to my parents' place in northwestern NSW yesterday, my head was working overtime - so much to do; how was I going to get the time to do it all? And so tired; I had to take four rest breaks to ensure I got there safely.

My husband's right: I go at things like a bull at a gate, no half measures. But that's just me - I do the best I'm capable of whenever I take on a project or commitment. If it's worth doing, it's worth doing well. And I have trouble saying "No", I take on too much, and end up mentally and physically worn out. It's not like I'm working and trying to take on other roles - I'm not in the workforce - life should be a breeze for me. But it's not. Maybe I'm just getting old. My head doesn't feel old (except for the odd bout of forgetfulness), but I'm slowing down.

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OK, I need a solution. I spent so many years under-achieving, not even trying, and now that I've discovered I have potential to contribute and achieve, I guess I'm trying to make up for lost time - get all I can out of life.

Rather than do less, perhaps I could manage my time better. I need to establish a routine, and stick to it - not rigidly, but with the knowledge that if I was more organised and adhered to priorities, I could get more done without skimping on important things.

I'm easily side-tracked - and I'm a bit of a procrastinator. OK, I'm pretty big on the procrastination. There's a Singing Honeyeater in the Grevillea just out from my window right now, busily sticking it's head in the red flower spikes, and there's a Willie Wagtail complaining noisily that the bird bath is shamefully low in water, and if I allow myself to be distracted, like I do, I'll never finish this blog entry in the time I have. When Mum gets up from her nap, there'll be things to attend to, so I must stick to the plan at hand.

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Lists. My other half is always encouraging me to make lists. And again, I know he's right. I don't know why I resist. So, my time management strategy (to start with) will be to make lists, prioritise - keep my list in view, cross items off, and celebrate with a little free time or time-wasting when everything's done.

OK, I'm happy with that, and I'm really going to make an effort. Right now, I'm going to make Mum a cup of tea, and fill the bird bath.

Birds still breeding in the Marshes

2011-02-18T18:05:00.003+11:00

The Gibson Way through the Macquarie Marshes was partly accessible last weekend, so we ventured off to see what we could see.

We parked on the edge of the road at a causeway and relaxed in our camp chairs with coffee, being thoroughly entertained by the bird world going about their morning ablutions. Sitting quietly, we became part of the scenery, and the birds ignored us. There's something extraordinarily special about unobtrusively blending into nature and being accepted by the wildlife just as a rock or tree would be part of their world.

Red-rumped Parrots splashed around bathing like a group of happy kids, but the Blue Bonnets were much more reserved and cautious, coming in for a quick drink in the cover of the shade. A Sacred Kingfisher swooped from the sprawling branches of a River Red Gum, scattering the parrots.

The Grey-crowned Babblers appeared not to have the time for bathing or breakfast as they worked industriously on a new nest overhanging the creek - back and forth, back and forth, with grass and twigs dangling from their beaks.

Apostlebirds, however, always have time for play - I sneaked a peek behind me when I heard their squabbling chatter closing in on us, and they stopped and looked quizzically at us, hopping a little closer. All of a sudden, one after the other, they sprang up and over us, landing just in front of us, and waddled on down to the water. They remind me of a cranky old school headmistress with hands on hips striding up to a group of naughty kids ready to scold and shake the finger. I always laugh at their comical behaviour. And then they really got down and wet larking around in the water.

Plumed Whistling Ducks wheeled low overhead, whistling as they went, landing amongst the reeds. An occasional noisy kerfuffle announced the presence of numerous Coots and water hens busy with life amongst the waterlogged vegetation, and fluffy striped Australasian Grebe chicks would glide into sight closely followed by a protective parent.

And I don't think I've ever seen so many dragonflies in one place - the causeway was like a dragonfly highway as they chased each other, many in joined pairs, in a race to take advantage of the glorious flooding. Raptors circled low in the air currents, and the 'gonk. . .gonk' of frogs was a constant background chorus.

Nature in all it's bountiful glory - what a memorable coffee stop that was.

Red-rumped Parrots really enjoy their bath

Blue Bonnets are more careful, just taking a drink, and then they're gone

There was still so much breeding happening, and it was such a delight to see ducklings everywhere. We're not familiar with breeding habits of ducks, but one sighting of Hardheads really has us scratching our heads. One female Hardhead had 26 ducklings around her, all of the same stage in development. This poses some interesting questions: Do Hardheads 'steal' chicks like the Australian Wood Duck? Or do the Hardheads operate creches whereby a 'babysitter' takes on nursery duty while others feed? Or do Hardheads lay eggs in nests other than their own like some other waterbirds whereby they don't 'put all their eggs in the one basket'? If any readers have any experience or knowledge about the Hardheads' breeding behaviour, I'd be extremely grateful to hear about it - thank you.

Mother Hardhead with 23 of the 26 duckling in her care

Dad and mum Blue-billed Duck with their one and only youngster


One of the 5 families of Pink-eared Ducks we saw


Talk about cute. . . .

A full list of the 58 species we noted on the visit to Macquarie Marshes is here. There were several birds we didn't identify including a few species of raptor, as well as small birds. The many Nankeen Night Heron, both adult and juvenile, were especially beaut sightings for us.

Floods, cyclones. . .Why?

2011-02-17T06:47:00.003+11:00

It's hard to find the words to tell it how I see it; how I feel; my truth.

Truth is in the eye of the beholder, subject to interpretation and change. My truth has changed significantly over recent years - I see the world differently; I understand events, causes, and outcomes differently now. And I feel more at peace with the world and my place in the scheme of life.

Meteorologists blame recent catastrophic weather events on the El Nino/La Nina cycle. I don't dispute scientific data, but I do believe it's more than just a "cyclic weather pattern" that's reeking climatic havoc Australia wide, and around the world.

It's also more than human-assisted Climate Change, although how the skeptics and non-believers can justify their ignorant stance on the human race's involvement in the vast and drastic climatic change that is descending upon planet Earth, is beyond my comprehension. Climate is changing, and by all accounts is happening faster than predicted.

People will continue to be displaced by Nature.

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Nature is fighting back, showing just who's in control. Man is not in control - humans have cleared, raped, plundered, wasted, modified and sullied their planet home to suit their wants and needs, but they are definitely not holding the reigns. Nature will have the final say.

Nature is sending warnings, interrupting our comfortable lifestyle with less-than-subtle messages. But will humankind heed the warnings?

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Like everyone else, I'm deeply saddened by the loss of life, property, employment and lifestyle that resulted from the floods and cyclones, and like others, I've sent my thoughts and prayers, along with monetary assistance.

I am not heartless when I say that I believe everything happens for a reason. I am not off with the fairies when I say that I believe that karmic debts have been paid. And I am not living a fanciful life when I say that I believe the Universe will provide. My spiritualistic views might be in the minority, but the margin is decreasing with regards to belief and trust in universal connectivity.

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Many don't yet have the capacity to see the bigger picture - the interconnectedness. Everything we humans do affects the environment around us, and far afield. Our 'progress' is stripping the Earth bare. Our neglect of our responsibilities to our planet home is delivering punishment. Our disrespect for Mother Nature is coming full circle.

Those who have been shocked into reality in such a way that they can now see the bigger picture, and therefore explore life more fully and find a new honesty within, will eventually know that such personal tragedy holds hidden blessings. They will be the lucky ones, not those who have the financial means to rebuild their lives to their former glory without searching for meaning.

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Mother Nature needs more space - She needs her coastlines to allow the tides to ebb and flow; She needs her river banks for her creatures and plants; She needs her floodplains to overflow her rivers of life to feed the land; and She needs her estuaries and mangroves to nurture her young. If we humans continue to build on these vital corridors of Nature, She will continue to knock them down.

If, like the traditional Australian Aborigines, we could accept that we belong to the land, instead of the land belonging to us, perhaps there would be hope.

Bolete fungus with purple larvae

2011-02-05T18:26:00.001+11:00

I'm a fungi enthusiast. I'm not just interested in the beautiful fungi fruiting bodies that I spot poking their colourful or amazing heads up through the forest floor, but I also love the odd, mundane, and downright ugly fungi.

Boletes can be pretty disgusting as they're prone to infestation with insect larvae - maggots. Some Boletes are edible, and much sort after in season, but after commonly seeing them riddled and crawling with maggots, I've got no intention of frying them up.

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Prior to becoming familiar with The Pilliga, I didn't think the semi-arid environment would produce much in the way of fungi, but how wrong I was! Naturally, following soaking rain is the prime time for fungus hunting. November was wet, so when the roads dried out, I got out into the forest.

Merriwindi State Conservation Area on the Western Way proved a productive location, and among my finds was a rather common-looking Bolete, although I haven't been able to confidently identify it. It's one of the blue-staining Boletes that turn deep blue or green-blue upon bruising or exposing the flesh to air.

I certainly wasn't surprised to find them infested with maggots. When the pore surface separated under the cap, the maggots clearly were white, but the larvae on top of the caps were distinctly purple. This poses a fascinating question: Do the maggots take on the purple colour from whatever chemicals the fungus possesses that turn the flesh blue? OR, do the white maggots turn purple upon exposure to sunlit air?

I'd be extremely interested to hear from anyone who has observations or knowledge to share regarding the purple colour of the insect larvae. Thanks.


Fresh Bolete, brown top to cap, dull yellow pores, depression around stem

Flesh, pore surface turns blue immediately upon bruising

White maggots in decomposing and rotting Bolete flesh

Purple maggots exposed to air on Bolete fungus

Edit: I have had some feedback from another fungi enthusiast, Bill Leithhead. He says: The blue pigments in the fungus arise when the damaged cells containing the colourless forms of the molecules involved are exposed to oxygen in the air; it requires, I think, the intervention of enzymes released from the damaged cells. The general chemical nature of the coloured compounds and their colourless precursors is well-known. Presumably the insects ingest the substances in a colourless form, and then somehow oxygen of the air intervenes to produce the blue molecules inside the tissues underneath the skin of the insects......Complex, but thank you Bill.

Quality time with my parents

2011-01-27T09:50:00.006+11:00

We each have our own journey negotiating our way through life; choose our own paths, when to follow the straight and narrow, when to detour and meander, and when to linger. Making mistakes is life's way of teaching. Most mistakes aren't really mistakes at all, but important lessons that needed to happen. I strongly believe that everything happens for a reason, and we are all exactly where we should be at any given time.

For most of my adult life I've longed for a close and meaningful relationship with my parents, but it never happened, despite my attempts at understanding the way it was, and despite my subtle and well-meaning attempts at changing the way it was. I have now accepted my parents for the individuals they are, and come to realise that the way life is, and was, is exactly the way it is and was meant to be. I am finally at peace and content with my place in my parents' lives - and it feels good, and right.

My father is 85 years old and reasonably immobile, spending most of his days in his wheelchair. My mother is a stroke victim, and suffers confusion, forgetfulness, and speech and occupational deficiencies. Just prior to Mum's first stroke, she finally started to open up to me and tell me who she was and how she got to where she was - the closeness and sharing and honesty and trust was extraordinarily wonderful; for both of us. And then she was in hospital clinging to life - the past no longer mattered. Life had changed.

Mum's coping as well as can be expected - but she struggles. Dad struggles too. Tolerance and patience has never come easy for Dad, and a life-weary 85 year-old stubborn old coot doesn't learn new ways easily. But he's trying, that's painfully obvious. I'm proud of both my parents - they're managing who they are and what situation they find themselves in, the best they can.

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I've recently spent time alone with my parents while their regular carer had a holiday. I'll admit there were difficult and stressful situations, and that I occasionally wished I could just run away, but I also know I coped admirably. Twelve months ago, I wouldn't have handled the emotional toll. I've come a long way, and that feels good too.

The time I spent with my parents was quality time. Dad isn't a conversationalist - never has been. But we talked, and it was good. We watched the Queensland flood coverage on TV together, both horrified by the unbelievable tragedy unfolding in our own country. We watched snippets of the cricket together. We talked about birds and other creatures. He told me about his fears for Mum's future. He asked me about the life Grahame and I are building for ourselves at Baradine. He told me that he's just worn out. And he told me he appreciated my time and help. Yes, it was quality time. Wonderful time.

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And Mum and I tended the gardens together, picking vegetables, weeding on our hands and knees, watering and simply enjoying the plants. We shopped together, and worked together, and played together. Every night before bed we'd have two games of RummyCub at the table in her 'sewing' room - she can't sew any more, or knit, or read, or cook. It's sad. Strokes are cruel, both for the victim and their loved ones.

The time I spent with Mum was quality time too, and both Mum and I were sad when it was time for me to leave. But I needed to leave.

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My life is busy, but I want to spend more time with my parents - I'll put the effort into visiting more regularly. It's worth it, and I now can honestly say that I love both my parents just as they are - this has come about through my personal growth and awareness - acceptance, forgiveness. Love.

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As Mum and I played our evening games in the sewing room, this cute Green Tree Frog took advantage of the insects gathering at the lighted window - we certainly enjoyed his company and amusing antics. Every night before bed, Mum checks out the frogs and geckos on the front porch - I'm so glad she hasn't forgotten how much she loved the wildlife.

Boiling over on the mountain top, and then some . . .

2011-01-04T10:55:00.004+11:00

I had a hell of a trip from Bingara to Baradine yesterday, but all ended well. When my brother and his wife arrived at our parents' place to take over for a while to give me a break, I headed out on the road. At the top of Mount Kaputar range I pulled over because I had a sudden inclination to make a phone call - lucky that, because steam hissed out from under the bonnet.

Green water poured on to the bitumen, and the radiator water was bubbling frantically and evaporating. So I called the NRMA, and sat in the shade for the hour and a half that I had to wait for a mechanic to come from Warrialda.

Although it was hot, there were no annoying flies or mosquitoes, and there was plenty of bird-life to entertain me. I heard a noise behind me in the clump of dead and fire-damaged eucalypts - like a scratching-of-bark sound. It was a small goanna clambering up a tree poking it's head in hollows, then down, and up the next. Eventually it disappeared in the long grasses, with an empty stomach.

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A young P-plater arrived dressed in thongs, T-shirt and board-shorts, filled my radiator and declared "it just got hot coming up the mountain". Well, I wasn't convinced because it's never happened before, but had no further trouble with it.

All the north-western roads are rain damaged, and the Newell Highway between Narrabri and Coonabarabran has its share, the worst of which are well sign-posted. But truckies pay no heed to the warnings, and I scored two stone chips in my windscreen. At that stage, I was wondering what else could go wrong.

Gullies and road verges were gushing with muddy water when I drove into Coona. When I fueled up, I asked about the water, and it seems I'd missed a wild hail and rain storm, so I considered myself fortunate, and continued my journey.

Storms were all around, and I passed through a beauty. I couldn't pull off the road, so turned my wipers on top speed, headlights on, and crept along with extremely limited vision, skirting fallen branches - and then the sun was shining and the road was dry.

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Down came the rain again as soon as I pulled into the cover of my carport in town. I carted my gear inside, showered, and settled back to watch the storm move away from the comfort of my sitting room. I reflected on my day, and was pleased with the calm and sensible manner in which I'd handled the breakdown and driving difficulties. But yet, I can't cope when Dad snaps at poor old Mum. I guess it's just the way I'm made.

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As soon as I opened the back door, I noticed a little gecko tangled up in spider web. Even struggling to avoid my grasp, it still couldn't free itself - he was well and truly stuck. I plucked him from the web, disentangled the web from limbs and neck, and released him under the house. Now, that was a lovely home-coming!

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With the rain cleared, I ducked out the front yard to clean out the bird bath as Willie was obviously disappointed with the state of it. I glanced westward - the sky was green, and a bolt of lightning and tremendous clap of thunder scared the daylights out of me - I flew inside. And then the skies opened up with a sheet of horizontal rain, flashing light and noise.

There were no trees within falling shot of the house, and I figured if the roof had lasted 50-something years, it wasn't likely to blow off tonight. An hour later, the storm moved off again, and Mother Nature then put on a brilliant show of colour in the sky to end the day.

Beautiful post-storm sky from my front porch - Baradine

To rescue or not to rescue

2011-01-02T18:11:00.001+11:00

Early in January while bird-watching in The Pilliga, I got a closer look than I imagined I would of flightless Rufous Whistler chicks. Had the helpless nestlings fallen while exercising their wings perched on the rim of the nest? Or had last night's storm up-ended the nest?

Whatever the accident, the untimely eviction of the chicks left them vulnerable to predation and unfavourable weather conditions. The little fellow in the images below was clinging to it's perch less than 30cms from the ground in a 1mt eucalypt sapling right beside the road. It's sibling was squawking from a fallen tree lying in water nearby. Above was a mature eucalypt, but I could see no nest. I did however, notice a dedicated Rufous Whistler mum quietly gathering insects for her two hapless chicks.

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I sat on my stool on the road, giving the unfortunate but inspiring family space to feel comfortable to carry on with their surviving. The youngsters sat silently, and very ungainly. But when mother approached with food, they were quite vocal. Dad didn't put in an appearance - had he abandoned his family in need?

With no nest in sight, there was no option of returning the chicks to the nest. But if there was a nest, what's the most responsible course of action? Would the parent birds abandon their chicks if they smelled like the human hand that 'rescued' them? Would interference leave a scent that would attract predators? I don't know.

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I left Nature to take it's course, not holding out much hope for the chicks. I took some comfort knowing the Rufous Whistler was one of the most common birds in the forest, not that the loss is any less saddening. When I returned in the morning to check on the situation, Mum was still feeding the nestling in the sapling, and she appeared to be offering insects to something on the ground near the fallen logs, so both chicks made it through the night.

However, the following day, there was no sign of the female Whistler tending her young. The air was full of the Rufous Whistler song, but the sapling was empty. Perhaps the chicks were able to flap feebly to another perch, or perhaps they fell pray to fox or goanna, or the night chill. I'll never know, but I always find so much interest observing Nature take it's course - should we humans intervene?

Poor me - I'm a baby Whistler without a safe and cozy nest. . . .

. . . .what you looking at then? I've still got a mum you know. . . .

. . . .hey Mum, what's that big lump of a thing staring at me?. . . .

. . . .oooh, tucker - quick, I'm not sharing with anyone. . . .

. . . .ho hum, you don't mind if I nod off after dinner, then, do you?. . . .


. . . .yeah, I trust you - I'll go off and feed the other youngun. A mother's work is never done.

When the student is ready, the teacher appears

2010-12-31T20:35:00.003+11:00

Yes, I believe that when the student is ready, the teacher appears. When the student is not ready, the perfect teacher could be staring him/her in the face, but would go unnoticed. I am surrounded by teachers, because my eyes are wide open and my mind is expanding. Even the mean and unpleasant people have something valuable to teach - actually, our 'enemies' may well teach us more than our friends. I believe we draw people towards us who have something to show us.

I've held on to the hope of being able to 'teach' my father some of life's wonders that have revealed themselves to me, but I have to let go of that dream. It's pointless wasting energy on those who are not ready to learn. Dad doesn't realise there is anything left to learn, but I'm trying not be critical of the path of others. We all have our own journey to live. I feel sorry for my father - he could have so much more in the last years of his life, if only he could see it. Dad's not a nice person, and he's not easy to be around.

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Two women who have recently come into my life are my greatest teachers at the moment. I found them because I was ready to find them - I wasn't looking for them. Debbie is a psychic reader and energy healer, and Helen is a neuro linguistic programming therapist. They are both spiritually aware women with a deep desire to help heal those who are ready to heal themselves.

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Usually on New Year's Eve, Grahame and I head out into the bush and enjoy the beauty that Nature so readily shares, but I'm presently looking after my parents while their carer has a break. There'll be other New Years to celebrate our way - I'm needed here at the moment. But I don't feel I'm doing a very good job - I need to put some healthy boundaries in place, but I find this extremely difficult.

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. . . . . just musings, really - alone with my thoughts. I was going to go out for an hour to have a drink with my uncle at the club, but Mum was worried about me going out, so I didn't. I'm sitting in her sewing room with my computer, and a bowl of chocolate and caramel ice-cream. It's quiet except for the swoosh of the fan, and the monotonous squawk of a frog in the distance. An Asian gecko just snatched up a little white moth on the window, attracted by the light - incredible animals. Although I feel a little low in spirit, I know deep down that I'm OK, and that I'll always be OK. And I'm grateful.

I hope everyone has their share of love, laughter, peace and grace in the coming year. Happy 2011 to all.

This is the first rose from the first rose bush I've ever grown

- in my new garden at Baradine. Glorious.

Whiskered Terns follow the floodwaters

2010-12-28T18:17:00.002+11:00

Whiskered Tern over waterlogged paddock Coonamble/Quambone Rd

Until we saw Whiskered Terns in the freshly inundated Macquarie Marshes a couple of months ago, we didn't realise that terns ventured inland.

On boxing day we decided to try our luck at reaching the Marshes knowing that the bird-life would be spectacular following early summer flooding, but water over the road prevented us from getting far. However, we still enjoyed some beaut bird sightings, the best being Whiskered Terns hawking and diving over a water-logged paddock on the Coonamble/Quambone Road. There were also Black-winged Stilts in the same paddock.

In their breeding colours, and with the sun shining through their outstretched wing and tail feathers, the terns made an impressive sight. They ventured right overhead, and quite low down - I don't know if this was aggressive behaviour or not, but we certainly had a birds eye view of these lovely birds. It was a special encounter.

I started my bird list from the Merri Merri Bridge at the T-section of Quambone/Carinda Rd and Sandy Camp Rd. We only got a few kilometers before we turned back, and I recorded 31 species, so I can just imagine the bird sightings if we had reached the flooded Marshes.

[Whiskered Tern images by my husband, Grahame]
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Whiskered Tern in breeding plumage

Light shines through wing and tail feathers

Fact File - Whiskered Tern

Scientific name - Chlidonias hybridus

Distribution - 'In Australia, the Whiskered Tern is scattered in most regions of the mainland except for the arid zones.This species breeds in highly disjunct (separated) populations across southern Europe and Asia, in south-eastern Africa and Madagascar, and in Australia. It occurs as a migrant, vagrant or winter visitor throughout Europe, Africa and Australia.'

Habitat - 'The Whiskered Tern prefers shallow terrestrial freshwater wetlands, freshwater swamps, brackish and saline lakes, floodwaters, sewage farms, irrigated croplands and large dams.'

Seasonal movements - 'Whiskered Terns are migratory and nomadic. In Australia generally, they are found on the coast and the interior, but are only vagrant in Tasmania. Breeding is mainly south of 25° S, being most numerous in the south-east interior. They are widely distributed throughout the mainland when not breeding. Large numbers of Australian birds migrate into Indonesia and South-East Asia, mainly via the Top End.'

Feeding - 'Whiskered Terns eat mainly small fish, amphibians, crustaceans, insects and their larvae.'

Breeding - 'The breeding season of the Whiskered Tern is erratic. They breed in loose colonies in large, often temporary, inland swamps and marshes. The nest is a rough raft of vegetation, either floating or moored. The sexes share nest-building, incubation and care of the young. A single brood is usually raised in a season.'

Reference - Birds in Backyards

Christmas at Baradine

2010-12-26T18:23:00.000+11:00

Our first Christmas in our home at Baradine has been very pleasant, and Christmas Eve was something special. Many of Baradine's townsfolk gather in the main street on Christmas Eve for a regular community celebration, so we joined in.

Tattersalls Hotel is the focal meeting point, with barbecue and Chocolate Wheel set up on the pavement. Money raised from the night's activities was allocated to Baradine sporting groups, and it looked like the community was in a generous mood. The guys behind the barbecue dished out tasty meals for hours, and the fellows running the Chocolate Wheel put hams, chickens, soft drinks and groceries on the tables of lucky winners.

But it was the atmosphere that was special - friendly, welcoming and fun. Chairs were provided for those who wanted them, and it was a relaxed affair with a Christmas spirit. I handed around my home-cooked chocolate sweets, and Santa arrived in a cute little red truck with ice-blocks for all the kids. Every time we attend a town event, we get to integrate a little bit more into this fabulous community, and we met some new people as well as recalled familiar faces. It was a fun night with a wonderful sense of community.

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After breakfast on Christmas morning, Grahame and I headed out to Trap Yard Dam in Merriwindi State Recreation Area for some bird-watching. The early morning air and light was lovely, and we sat in the shade of an Acacia bush and observed the birds coming and going from a waterhole.

It was very entertaining, with Leaden Flycatcher, Striped Honeyeaters, and Grey Fantails splashing around at the water's edge, and beautiful birds including an Olive-backed Oriole, Speckled Warblers, Chestnut-rumped Thornbills and Spotted Bowerbird chattering and feeding in waterside vegetation.

But the sight of the morning was a flock of 8 Blue-winged Parrots perched in a leafless tree just beyond the lagoon, a new species for both of us. Full list of 34 birds from the morning can be viewed here #6.

Our Christmas morning birdwatching spot

A delicious roast pork lunch was followed by a 'nanna nap', and then we headed out to another favourite bird-watching spot, Killara Road. It was still a bit hot for a big turn out of birds, only 24 species (list here #4), but on the way home we took a short detour and found some interesting bird activities.

We parked by the road to watch Rainbow Bee-eaters snatching insects from the air, and noticed some nest building going on right beside the road, so we sat back and watched from the car: a Weebill was putting the finishing touches to a nest, adding a soft cob-webby lining, while a sneaky Yellow Thornbill pinched nesting material from the hard working Weebill in the brief periods the construction was left unattended. Thieving sod!

And all the while, Variegated Wrens darted in and out of the same shrub in some fast paced 'catch-me-if-you-can' caper oblivious to the crime scene - most amusing!

[Bird images by my husband, Grahame]

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Weebill arrives with soft furnishings for the family home . . .

. . . and dives in to attend to the interior decorating . . .


. . . but when the coast is clear, Yellow Thornbill strikes . . .

. . . Weebill returns . . . "what's been going on here, then?"

Merry Christmas

2010-12-24T13:22:00.006+11:00

I treated myself to coffee at our local cafe this morning. The front window is decorated with leafless branches hung upside down and adorned with cute handmade decorations. Rickety reclaimed wooden tables with old miss-matched chairs were Christmasified with colourful centre pieces of tall clear drinking tumblers filled with pretty baubles - very cheerful and attractive, matching the service and food. It's a lovely place.

Christmas doesn't have to be an over-the-top stressful and expensive affair, but according to news reports, it appears to have become somewhat of an Australian way to spend money we don't have and expend mental and physical energy beyond healthy limits at this time of year. It really is a shame to spoil festive occasions with stress and debt.

Christmas is different things to different people, and with Australia's expanding multiculturalism, will grow more varied as families from far off cultures mingle and interweave with our established Aussie population and practices. Festive customs from around the world are merging with our home grown traditions, and with appropriate tolerance, all should benefit.

For me, at this stage in my life, Christmas means having fun with my family, followed by spending quality relaxing time with my husband, and sharing joy with others. We've had simple outdoor fun with all the kids, and enjoyed a casual meal together with all the noise and laughter that children bring to a family. Now, Grahame and I will spend our first Christmas in our new home at Baradine, after I've shared my cooking with the townsfolk at Baradine's community Christmas Eve gathering tonight.

Merry Christmas to all - and for those people who are unwell, lonely, down on luck or low in spirit, may you stay safe and comfortable, and find reason to smile.

My family enjoying the outdoors at our family

Christmas gathering at the town pool

CWA Awareness Day

2010-09-08T13:37:00.006+10:00

Wednesday 8th September 2010 is the inaugural NSW/ACT Country Women's Association (CWA) Awareness Day.

There is wide misconception that the CWA is solely about tea and scones. The CWA has never been an organisation to spend time talking about its achievements - its history has been one of 'just getting on with the job'. Awareness Day is designed to attempt to enlighten the community as to the real CWA.

"The CWA was formed almost 90 years ago out of desperate need. Country women were fighting isolation, an appalling lack of health facilities and the constraints of a male dominated society. The Association was built by women who had to watch helplessly as their children died from minor illnesses. These women realised they had nowhere to turn but themselves - and the result was staggering.

Within a year, the Association was a unified, resourceful group that was going from strength to strength. The members worked tirelessly to set up baby health centres, fund bush nurses, build and staff maternity wards, hospitals, schools, rest homes, seaside and mountain holiday cottages - and much more.

At the same time they continued to run homes in which they were often mother, nurse, teacher and general hand."

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Nowadays, mothers (and community members in general) have facilities and services at their fingertips, and many have both physical and emotional support from family and friends around them. This was not the case at the turn of the last century, especially for country women isolated with large families to raise.

The women who formed and ran the CWA in the early days are an inspiration to us all. They rolled up their sleeves and, in difficult circumstances, built a better life for women and families. They were courageous and showed great vision.

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Today the needs of our community are different but many traditions and procedures of the Association remain constant. The framework has been enduring and the objectives of the Association still reflect the desire to serve and a readiness to adapt.

As a result, the CWA's impact on society has continued. Many people might be surprised to know that the CWA was a leader in breaking down stigmas associated with the treatment of mental health in the 1950s. CWA women pioneered the concept of adult education in the early 60s by developing University Extension Kits for women, and the CWA was an early provider of pre-school centres and child care in the 1970s when more and more women were returning to the workforce.

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The role of the CWA now is often one of influencing Government and ensuring the voices of women and children are heard. Members of the NSW and ACT CWA have contributed to the debate over issues as diverse as compulsory seat belts in cars, the introduction of a scholarship scheme to train dentists for country areas and have breast prosthesis included in the Medicare Rebate Scheme.

Our aim is to improve the communities in which we live, and at a local level we have the power to do this in whichever way best suits the needs of our community.

The CWA also provides a support network for women that encourages and fosters growth, friendship and learning. Each year, the CWA studies the culture of a nominated country, as well as an Australian environmental subject, and an Australian agricultural industry. The learning and sharing of information is an educational pursuit as well as providing stimulating projects which encourage those well out of the school system to broaden their horizons.

Also, the CWA supports a nominated sector of the medical world each year. This support involves raising funds to donate, as well as learning about the specific medical issue and raising awareness within the community. CWA also financially supports vital community building projects in poor countries.

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Singleton CWA is proud to have been able to support their local community, firstly and most importantly providing a baby health centre which at the time was a boon to the mothers of the district.

When the Singleton Army Barracks was hosting Kosovar refugees, the CWA made all the curtains for the accommodation huts, provided cots and bedding and also arranged and paid for the expectant mothers to be fitted with proper maternity bras.

They also assist with delivering Meals on Wheals each month, support Tidy Towns by participating in roadside clean-ups, and helps out community groups with support and catering. Of course, the Singleton CWA is on hand when emergencies strike the community.

Over the years, drought relief efforts by the Singleton CWA for rural families has been extensive and ongoing.

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Today, Singleton CWA hosted a morning tea where the public was invited for the inaugural Awareness Day. A guest speaker from the Singleton Cancer Support Group presented a very informative talk about prostate cancer, which is the CWA's medical research support for 2010. All attendees were handed a booklet setting out necessary information on the disease to share with men in their family, and questions were asked and addressed.

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A few months ago I joined the Singleton CWA. This group of genuinely caring women welcomed me into their group, and as a result of becoming involved in the work and activities that they organise and participate in, I have found friends and a role that I've wished for all my life.

Through actively and enthusiastically participating in the CWA I am learning new skills, leaning more about the world around me, becoming aware of my own capabilities, and participating in team work. I have found such a happy place with the CWA that I feel sure I will continue my involvement with the Association for as long as I am able. I love what the CWA stands for, and I am proud to be part of such a valuable organisation.

National Wattle Day

2010-09-01T14:31:00.008+10:00

1st September is Wattle Day in Australia - and today is the centenary of Wattle Day. The first Wattle Day celebrations took place in NSW, Victoria and South Australia on 1st September 1910.

The Australian countryside is currently splashed with gold as Acacia shrubs and trees burst into bloom; so too are suburban gardens. It really is a delight to drive the back roads and appreciate the glorious colour the wattle is giving to the bushland.

A couple of weeks ago, Grahame and I took our 9-year-old granddaughter for a bush walk to give her a hands on approach to a school environmental project she was working on. She hadn't had a close-up look at wattle, so was interested to find that not all wattle flowers are round. She also wasn't aware that wattle was Australia's national floral emblem - we combined education with fun.

Indigenous Australians used to value wattle plants as a source of food, medicine, and wood for the fashioning of implements and weapons.

In 1988 the Golden Wattle (Acacia pycnantha) was made Australia's official floral emblem, and in 1992 the Commonwealth Government formally designated 1st September as National Wattle Day. It's also largely the source of our green and gold colours.

The celebratory day was chosen by our earlier generations to be an occasion "primarily to inspire and stimulate an Australian national sentiment". It was felt this could be accomplished by embracing such sentiment in a native flower, and uniting as a people on the day to do it honour.

The Wattle had been selected as the most suitable of our native flora because of its accessibility, occurring throughout the length and breadth of our continent.

There are at least 7 to 800 different species of wattle found all over Australia from the outback to the tropics - a very diverse plant. A resilient species, wattle is amongst the first plants to appear after being burnt to the ground in bushfires.

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Interestingly, Acacia flowers don’t produce any nectar, though the gland(s) found along the edge of leaf stems may sometimes exude ‘nectar’ in some species at some times of the year or under certain conditions, and they are often found near the base of the phyllode next to where the flowers appear. Ants and sometimes other animals use this as a food source. Bees still visit the flowers to gather pollen and Acacias seem mostly insect pollinated.

Disturbed land such as along roadsides tend to have many Acacias as common species, as well as logged forests, where Acacias are generally one of the first species to reappear. Others have obviously lost a lot of their habitat and their distribution may have shrunk.

Besides the colour and 'fluffiness' of wattle flowers, the wide range of shape and colour of foliage is a real bonus. There are many spiky species, and when I was exploring the flora of Western Australia on a camping trip a few years ago, I was astounded by the beauty of so many prickly Acacias.

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The flower heads are actually lots of little flowers bunched together. Some flower heads are arranged in racemes. . . . .

. . . . .some are arranged in fluffy rods. . . . .

. . . . .and others are singular flower heads on short stalks

The bush is alive with the vibrant yellows of wattle at the moment, attracting masses of insects, which in turn attract birds. I've been fortunate to enjoy landscapes featuring flowering wattle over the past several weeks from the coast to the semi-arid plains, and it's been an absolute joy.

Fabulous dry-country nature

2010-08-16T12:21:00.006+10:00

Recent soaking rain in and around the Pilliga Forests of semi-arid northwestern NSW has prompted nature to reproduce, with fungi fruiting, birds nest-building, and native vegetation bursting into bloom. I had a fabulous time exploring.

Many of the avifauna species of the northwest are not exclusively dry-country birds. The Australian Owlet-nightjar can be found Australia wide, but it's always exciting to catch sight of one of these nocturnal hunters at it's daytime roost.

We were driving along a deserted unsealed road at a snail's pace observing whatever nature took our attention. I noticed a round grey shape in a hollow entrance about 7 metres up a grand old River Red Gum, so we backed up to investigate, just in case it was a creature instead of a 'lump' or 'bump' as most grey round things turn out to be.

And how exciting to find it was a sleepy owlet-nightjar sunning itself. It was only my third sighting of the Australian owlet-nightjar, and Grahame's second.

With binoculars, I checked out the details of this quite un-bird-like bird. It was fluffed up into a ball, with slits for eyes, and barely distinguishable beak. Comically, it opened one eye slightly, and slowly backed into the shadows of the horizontal hollow. But it must have been cold indoors, as he shuffled out almost immediately, venturing a little further out so that he was awash with warm winter sunshine. And there he perched, snoozing, oblivious to the thrill he was providing us.

I left Grahame to capture some images of the sleeping bird, while I wandered off in search of fungi.

With one eye opening slightly to investigate the slamming car door, the cute little owlet-nightjar momentarily disappeared into the shadows. . . . .

. . . . .only to reappear, and doze in the winter sun.
What a delightful encounter!

And I did find fungi - fascinating fungi. Mycenastrum corium doesn't appear to have a common name; it's a hard-skinned puffball that occurs in semi-arid country. When I saw the many-lobed star-like structure amongst the dry native leaf litter, I knew exactly what it was, though not by name. It was a new sighting for me, and I was ecstatic.

After I photographed it from every angle, I wandered off, satisfied, but hoping I could find more - which I did. All manner of oddly shaped fruit bodies scattered, unattached to the soil - just sitting there. I have posted info and more photos of Mycenastrum corium on my fungi blog.

My hand gives some size comparison to the fungus Mycenastrum corium, laying on a bed of eucalypt leaves and twigs.

I stopped to watch shiny little skinks dart in and out of strewn branches, hunting for an insect meal, I suppose. No photos unfortunately, they're just too quick for me. Birdsong was everywhere.

Back at our vehicle, Grahame was sitting watching a female Hooded Robin go about nest-building duties. And what an amazing nest it was - a very shallow circular construction made of grasses and spiders' webs, sitting on a thick piece of bark jutting out from the trunk of a River Red Gum.

Every now and then she'd wriggle her body down onto the nest to form a depression for her precious eggs to rest in when the time came to lay. Mr Hooded Robin wasn't working today, but he wasn't far away - perhaps the presence of intruders meant he was on lookout duty.

Hooded Robins occupy a wide range of Eucalypt woodlands, Acacia shrublands and open forests. In semi-arid western NSW, they favour open woodlands of Belah, Rosewood, Mulga and Cypress. They are listed as a Vulnerable Species in NSW, so it was a special privilege to be able to observe breeding behaviour.

The female Hooded Robin perched on the edge of the protruding bark where she has began to build a nest. . . . .

. . . . .and sitting after forming a depression in the nesting material with her body - note she has the remains of collected spiders' webs on her bill.

A great find the following day was a beautiful little dragon lizard. I haven't been able to identify it, so if any readers can assist with identification, I'd be very grateful. I guess it was about 17 to 20cm from snout to tip of tail - [I've had someone identify the lizard as a Nobbi Dragon, Amphibolurus nobbi - thank you].

As it is with most lizards in leaf litter, I didn't see it until it moved. It was scurrying about amongst fallen twigs by Etoo Creek north east of Baradine. When it caught my eye, I was so tempted to get down on the ground to try to get a half decent image, but I knew very well that it'd dart off in a flash. So I stood stock still and managed to shoot off a couple of frames before it disappeared.

Nobbi Dragon (Amphibolurus nobbi) of
the Pilliga Forests, NW NSW

After my lizard encounter, I wandered off with a smile on my face. Footprints of numerous unseen creatures criss-crossed the dry sandy creek bed, and a barely audible rustle in the tall, swaying reeds indicated the presence of one such hidden bird or animal.

White-browed Babblers hopped around crazily in the Cypress. Cheery sounds from Spiny-cheeked Honeyeaters ensured I was still smiling when I returned to the car. The dry, scrubby woodlands of the Pilliga are full of treats and surprises - I even found flowering ground orchids.

Animal cruelty - are we hypocrites?

2010-08-05T11:00:00.002+10:00

There is no excuse for animal cruelty. Animal cruelty directed at cats, dogs, donkeys and other family pets always produces an outrage from concerned community, and rightly so! A kitten kicked around a railway station, a kitten hung from a Gold Coast fence with fishing line, dogs mistreated, donkeys neglected, kangaroo joeys left to die when their mothers are shot for meat - these incidents screen on the nightly news while we are eating our evening meal, and we are all sickened. If we weren't sickened by these cruel acts, there would be something amiss with our human makeup.

But what's on our plate for our evening meal? A tender, healthy chicken breast? Or chicken nuggets for the kids? Or a crispy chicken schnitzel burger from the local takeaway?

We all know how inhumanely Australian chicken products are grown - we live in an age where information is freely available. Chicken meat comes from cruel factory farms. Broiler chickens can legally be confined to a density that gives each bird less space than a single A4 sheet of paper. Just imagine the outroar if a pet owner was discovered keeping pets in such an unacceptable manner!

Chickens are bred to grow three times faster than nature intended - the birds are slaughtered at just six weeks of age, producing the large, plump breasts we purchase at the supermarket deli or butcher shop. So heavy is their weight, that their immature skeleton often gives way and the bird dies where it falls unable to drink or eat. And it is also reported that millions of these unnaturally heavy birds die of heart failure.

We humans are removed from the actual acts of cruelty, but we actively contribute, by purchasing the products. This, however, rarely occurs to us as we sit in front of the television and condemn those who have been discovered treating pets and domestic animals cruelly.

Eggs - we all know that Australian mass produced eggs come from thoroughly disgusting places: battery hens spend their laying life in a cage crammed with up to four other birds; each hen stands on a space smaller than an A4 sheet of paper; this space is a bare cage with thin sloping wire underfoot. Tiered rows and rows of these cages are housed in huge artificially lit sheds, with no fresh air and no sunlight.

Fortunately, we now have the opportunity to purchase more ethically produced eggs and chicken meat. But when we buy a packet of biscuits, or piece of cake with our coffee, or countless other products on the market, we are eating battery farmed eggs, and thus, contributing to the cruel treatment of the hens.

Again, we all know this, yet we separate one act of animal cruelty from another, choosing to ignore our part in everyday animal cruelty, while condemning someone else.

And pork! The horrific conditions in which Australian pork is bred is periodically reported by animal activists to remind consumers. Pregnant sows are housed in individual metal stalls with concrete floors that are barely bigger than the body of the animal. The pig is unable to even turn around. She has to feed her young in this condition, with no chance to nurture and bond with her young. Sows are continually impregnated until their bodies can no longer physically cope.

What's on our plate at dinner time? A delicious grilled pork loin chop? A luscious leg of ham for our Christmas gathering? Eggs and bacon for Sunday brunch?

We'll tuck into our beautiful meal without a thought for our part in the unimaginable daily animal cruelty of producing these food items. And yet, we will be sickened and struck with disbelief at hearing of or seeing pets etc subjected to cruelty. Yes, we are hypocrites.

A sense of community

2010-07-20T11:05:00.000+10:00

I've never really felt a sense of belonging to a community before. Of course this could well be my own fault - a lack of confidence and willingness to take risks and push my boundaries. I have tried, and recently I have become involved with a few local groups which I enjoy.

But, feeling a sense of belonging to a particular group or fraternity does not necessarily create a 'sense of community' - 'community' encompasses people from all walks of life living in a locality, the social structure, infrastructure, services, events, culture and interests of that locality.

I envisage a 'community' to be a 'network' where everything is either loosely or tightly connected. I haven't found that here. But I have found it in the small township of Baradine where Grahame and I are planning our retirement.

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Perhaps the difference is the size of the community. It's obviously easier to become familiar with people and community structure in a small settlement where faces, names and connections amongst the community are recognisable. People seem to be willing to take the time to interact.

We made a big effort right from the beginning, introducing ourselves to people we met at shops or functions. To our amazement, townsfolk welcomed us with genuineness - they literally opened their doors and hearts to us.

It's such a positive and uplifting experience to feel included - neighbours, shop owners, business operators, service providers, residents, young and old. In a world where distance communication has taken hold, it is so refreshing to have so much person-to-person interaction. Community-building takes time, but it's time very well spent. I intend to nurture this new lifestyle and become a worthy member of the wonderful community of Baradine.

This little fellow lives in my new garden.
I'm so lucky to have creatures sharing my space.
I want to share myself with my new-found community.

Fungi galore !

2010-07-11T13:40:00.007+10:00

Recent rain in the Hunter Valley has produced a flush of fungi far and wide, and I've been taking advantage of the opportunity to observe and photograph them. Weird, wonderful, colourful and intriguing fruiting bodies are popping up in gardens, parks, bushland and lawn.

I'm not a mycologist - I'm an enthusiastic amateur naturalist. I'm self-taught, and I gratefully accept any assistance or teaching that other like-minded people offer me. Blogging is a great way to learn - it has brought me into contact with fungi enthusiasts, orchid enthusiasts, environmentally conscious community members, and people who are willing to interact with me on just about any topic of interest. Blogging has introduced me to exceptional people, some of whom are now friends for life. And blogging has encouraged me to learn and challenge myself.

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The world of fungi is truly fascinating. The main, and mostly unseen part of the fungus, is made up of microscopic threads which weave their way through the soil, wood or other living or dead organisms.

It is these unseen creeping threads that are the Earth's main recycling agents decomposing dead plant and animal material, and returning nutrients to the soil. When conditions are favourable, the underground fungi threads will send out a reproductive organ, which is the fruiting body ('mushroom' or 'toadstool') we see in the field, forest or garden.

Fungi do not belong to the kingdom of plants. They have a kingdom of their own. Unlike plants, fungi do not possess chlorophyll, therefore they are not dependent upon sunlight. They do not produce their own food, so are either scavengers or parasites absorbing nourishment from the substrate.

Upon maturity of the fruiting body, fungus spores are released and dispersed by the wind, water, animals, people or other means, providing the fungus with an opportunity to spread and start new colonies.

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Australia's main fungus season extends between mid autumn and mid winter, so is nearing an end this year. But smaller numbers of fungi will keep appearing in moist conditions right through till late spring, and of course, it's possible to stumble upon fungi throughout the entire year.

Fungi are not just your average familiar "mushroom". Observing and studying fungi can be a very rewarding and fascinating hobby. It is predicted that the majority of Australia's fungi have not yet been studied, so it is quite likely that amateur fungi enthusiasts could play an important role in recording new species.

I'm always on the lookout for these fascinating life forms. When you're alerted to the beauty and interest of the humble 'mushroom', you're likely to notice them literally under your feet - while you're playing in the park with the kids, hanging the washing out on the line, digging in the garden, exercising the dog, driving a country road. Enjoy !

Fungi are more than the familiar field mushrooms
that pop up in the cow paddock after rain:

. . . . .there are the bizarre - spooky, even
Cordyceps gunnii (Dark Vegetable Caterpillar)
. . . . .yes, it eats caterpillars !

. . . . .there's the tiny. . . . .
they could be golden fairy cups !
but they're Aleurina ferruginea.
Very few fungi have names that role easily off the tongue!
Thankfully, it has a common name: Fleshy Ground Cups.

. . . . .and then there's the outrageous and monstrous !
Don't stub your toe on this giant fungus.
Phlebopus marginatus
You could run across this one on the sports oval or park

. . . . .and then there are the ornate, flowery fungi
that don't look anything like what a 'mushroom' should
Podoscypha petaloides
Common name: Rosette Fungus

. . . . .and then there's every colour of the rainbow, and more !
Purple - I haven't put a name to this common fungus yet

. . . . .and blue - with raindrops sparkling
'Elegant Blue Webcap'
Cortinarius rotundisporus

. . . . .and pink !
Russula persanguinea
Some forest creature has had a bite from this one !

Note: some fungi are poisonous, so wash hands well after handling any fungi. Never consume wild fungi unless they are reliably identified and confirmed safe.

I photographed all of these fungi, and many more, in the Cessnock area over the past few days.

If I've whet your appetite for more information, you might find my Fungi Blog interesting.

And there's more here:

Fungi habits

What are fungi?

Glossary - fungi terms

Fungimap

Successful fungi observation

Aboriginal uses for fungi

Fungi images A - Z

More fungi images

Bill Leithhead's Fungi Pages

A weighty struggle

2010-07-08T08:04:00.002+10:00

I've been fat since day one - a plump baby and toddler, a chubby child, a tubby teenager, a fat adult. I was the only one of five children to be overweight.

Growing up, there was no extra food, no opportunity to raid the fridge or cupboard if the desire for unnecessary food took hold - I ate what the rest of the family ate, yet my sister was skinny, and I was fat. I even participated in weekend sport (hockey), while she did not. So, looking back, I guess it's reasonable to presume that I was predisposed to carry extra weight and have difficulty getting rid of it.

Nevertheless, as life went on, I didn't look after my health. I gained a lot of weight during my two pregnancies, and failed to shed the extra kilos. In recent years, paying attention to helping myself stabilise and maintain my mental health, I have completely neglected my physical health. I have probably been on a self-imposed diet every second week since my mid teens, but with little to no commitment.

There's no point dwelling on my past mistakes and inadequacies - it's time to take the 'bull by the horns' and treat my body with respect.

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Being on the wrong side of 50, and being female, are weight-loss obstacles before I even start, but I got myself into this situation, so it is my responsibility to make amends. I've enlisted the help of a dietitian to ensure I have the right information, and had a check up with my doctor including necessary blood tests. I've had a couple of false starts, but the time is right.

I have the knowledge; I even have the skills - it's the mind-set that's lacking. The determination is high priority one day, but flagging the next, and completely disappeared the next. My life-long struggle with weight has gone through stages of fanaticism with fad diets, starving/binging/starving, to denial. I love my food - my problem is as simple as that - coupled, of course, with a lack of willpower. It's time to face facts and plan - plan to be successful.

I want to do a 13km bushwalk in November, and I am going to accomplish and enjoy it. I'm going to take this project one day at a time, rather than think of it as a life-long task. My initial aims are:

exercise for half an hour at least 5 days a week
plan to eat well when out - there are plenty of healthy options
delete butter and cheese from my diet (I love cheese)
eat smaller meals
have at least 2 alcohol-free days a week (I am a one-drink person, but I really enjoy my one beer or glass of wine at the end of the day)

It's embarrassing to go public with this struggle, but it's part of my plan - if I tell the whole world, I'm more likely to stick to my commitment, and besides, I may even receive encouragement and support from readers. In weeks or months to come, please don't be afraid to ask how I'm progressing, as genuine enquiry or comment might just be the timely encouragement I so desperately need.

Eating out - a healthy option

Update 6 August 2010 (1 month) - I've had many failures, BUT, I have had the right mindset to successfully put each one behind me and get back on track. Previously when I've been on a diet and I have gotten right off track, I've thrown my hands in the air and given up. I'm not being too hard on myself, and this is helping immensely. Previously I would call myself all the names under the sun when I couldn't live up to my own expectations, but I now realise that I need to treat myself with a certain degree of gentleness.

Social situations have been a challenge, and sometimes I tend to over-eat or eat the wrong things in those situations - I mean, who can resist a pikelet with jam and cream when it's offered? When I'm tired and can't be bothered to prepare an appropriate meal, I tend to eat the wrong food.

The support I regularly receive from my dear friend Lola has been a wonderful help - Lola just seems to know when I need encouragement. I have also appreciated the supportive comments from readers of my blog - thank you very much Viviane and Jo.

On average, I have been losing half a kilogram a week, which I am absolutely rapt about.

An update

2010-07-02T11:32:00.003+10:00

You know when a whole string of inconveniences, minor misfortunes and concerns beset your life and you succumb to a slight case of the 'blues'? Well that's where I am at the moment. It's not like I wonder why these things happen - I mean, challenges and hiccouphs are all part of normal everyday human existence. Change is constant, and everything happens for a reason.

Knowing how to manage the mental, emotional and physical consequences of a succession of concerns is the trick. It will all pass.

After a long-weekend away in June, we returned to find we'd suffered a home-invasion - new and very disturbing territory for us. All that was missing was a large sum of money. I say "all" because it could have been so much worse. In hindsight, keeping money at home nowadays is pure stupidity, but a person becomes complacent, I suppose.

A forensic officer dusted for fingerprints, keeping two to be placed on record. He explained that even though it was unlikely that anything would come of the investigation, fingerprints on file can incriminate people years down the track: "a person was recently apprehended for an offense, and his fingerprints were then matched with 37 recorded crimes."

We requested our real estate agent arrange to have dead-locks installed on our entry doors, which was immediately followed through. It's a very uneasy feeling knowing that a person or people with malicious intent have invaded our personal space.

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But people are more important than material possessions, and when my dear friend Lola sustained painful and debilitating injuries in a fall recently, I felt a driving need to go to her aid. She has no family. But I contracted a cold. Thankfully, it was only a mild dose, but I was in no condition to get myself to Western Australia. I suffer respiratory problems when I become ill, so I was pleased to shake the cold off before my airways were badly affected.

I declined to attend an environmental workshop that I had been aiming to participate in, knowing that I was in no state for physical work due to my cold. I was extremely disappointed. And then a spiritual workshop that I had registered for was cancelled without reason. I was more than disappointed; I was angry. How often do opportunities like that happen in this part of the woods?

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Lola informed me that a truly wonderful man we both know had suffered a stroke and was in a serious condition. Perry is the sort of person you meet and instantly recognise as special. His ongoing environmental concern and action is nothing short of outstanding, and his compassion, encouragement and sense of awareness is inspirational. His friendship is spontaneous, genuine and warm. Even though he is elderly, I was shocked that such illness could befall such a beautiful human being.

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Preoccupied with life, I forgot my grandson's birthday. I know it's not a big deal for a 6 year-old, especially when he lives a five-hour drive away, but I felt very neglectful. I had arranged to help another grandson, Zach, with homework, and had to cancel because I had a cold. No big deal to a 7 year-old, but I felt bad about that too.

I went to the pantry to prepare my breakfast, and found a child's book next to the biscuits. That was the mischief of my third grandson, Heath, only 2 years old. The sight of the book in the pantry brought tears to my eyes, simultaneously with a smile to my face, as I knew I was the luckiest woman alive.

A treasured moment - reading to Flynn and Trinity
a few months ago

Grahame and I have been busy transporting gear up to our home at Baradine. When we offload enough stuff, we want to start looking for a smaller and cheaper home to rent here in the Hunter Valley for the duration of his remaining working years. The rent we are paying for this leaking old place is ridiculous, but then, all rents in the mid Hunter Valley are exorbitant.

With my cold almost at bay, we took a trip to Baradine, and I had intended to stay and do some work - painting, mainly. I was really looking forward to the time alone to do some writing in my spare time. But my cold freshened up before we even arrived, and settled on my chest many times worse than the previous bout. I stayed, hoping my condition would rapidly improve - Grahame returned to work. I couldn't work, and I didn't even feel like writing. As it turned out, I simply waited until I was well enough to drive home.

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I'm not whinging. I'm simply telling my story. We all go through negative periods. Tomorrow is always another day.

A female King Parrot just flew off after balancing on the power line just outside my window for more than a minute. What a pleasure it is to observe our native wildlife around the home. And the glorious tune of the Pied Butcherbird came through loud and clear as I enjoyed my early morning coffee in the half light, snuggled up under a blanket on the lounge.

Although the sky is grey, and the air chilly, always there are pleasures to be thankful for. After visiting the doctor for the first time in Baradine a few days ago, I went to the chemist to buy prescribed medications. I was confronted by the most delightful man with a fuzzy head of out-of-control grey hair, a long straggly white beard, and a warm, pleasant manner. I asked the pharmacist how he was today, and he replied cheerily, "Great, thanks, my heater is working". Yes, we have much to be thankful for amid the challenges of daily life. My heater is working too!

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I made Perry a card and sent him good wishes for his recovery. I used the following two photos, hoping to bring a smile to his face. Perry is an incurable lover of birds. I hope the pictures of the Grebe with a bad-hair day, and the gorgeous fluffy baby Mistletoebird also bring a smile to the face of readers of this blog.

And before I finish, I would like to sincerely thank "Viviane" from the comments page on the previous blog for her thoughtful comment. The web of life reaches far and wide, beyond our range of sight and sound, and each action a person performs creates a 'ripple' effect. We are all connected. Viviane's kind words inspired me to construct a blog right now, which has helped lift my mood tremendously. I enjoy my blogging.

Beyond The Pilliga - wildlife encounters

2010-06-09T21:06:00.004+10:00

My other half and I are both recuperating from a stubborn cold. We headed up to our recently purchased retirement house at Baradine, rather than spend the time moping around at home wishing we were 'somewhere nice'.

We went exploring today, beyond the Pilliga, further northwest. When we move up here full time a few years down the track, I intend to study and catalogue as much of the flora and fauna of The Pilliga and beyond as I can, and record it on a dedicated web site, but for now, I'll just share snippets here.

As soon as we left the bitumen, we encountered a struggling Ground Cuckoo-shrike caught up on a fence. Close inspection found it was tangled in some twine, hanging by one leg.

I put my gloves on and held the bird gently but firmly, while Grahame cut the thread and disentangled the bird. There were pieces of green cotton caught up in its wing as well as tightly bound around its foot, but once the bird was free, it was released onto the ground, and flew off quite strongly to a flock of its kind in the paddock. One foot was dangling a little, but I hope it survives. As I held the bird, I could feel its heart beating - a moving moment for me, and what a special thing it is to be able to assist a helpless creature.

The Ground Cuckoo-shrike as we found it

A close up of the tangled bird

A portrait shot before the bird is released

Our next wildlife encounter was a good vantage point on the road to observe a Wedge-tailed Eagle as it waited for the coast to be clear for a feeding session at a fresh kangaroo road-kill. I never fail to be impressed by these magnificent raptors.

We had an excellent day bird watching. We identified 46 species today, but there were many, many that we didn't get to identify. Some of the more notable birds from today's outing were Red-capped and Hooded Robins, White-winged Fairywrens, and Blue-bonnet and Red-winged Parrots.

We pulled into a roadside waterhole to boil the billy for a cup of coffee, and what a special place it turned out to be, with mature and young River Red Gums, lovely reflections, bird life, and golden late afternoon light. It was hard to leave such a peaceful bush setting.

And because we were so long leaving the billabong, it was dark before we got home. We'd seen plenty of roos and emus throughout the day, so we were vigilant as the light faded.

We didn't envisage meeting an echidna in the dark, though. I guess the bitumen was warm, and the echidna was soaking up all the warmth it could. I put my gloves on again, but they weren't a match for the spiky beast, so I had to keep nudging him with my foot until he reached the roadside. As soon as he was on the grass, he rolled into a ball, so I was able to nudge him a little further off the road, hopefully safe from traffic. Ahh, another successful rescue!

I wonder what adventures tomorrow will bring!

A new garden with new wildlife

2010-06-01T05:15:00.010+10:00

Regular readers of this blog will not be surprised to learn that my husband, Grahame, and I have decided to retire to northwestern NSW in the vicinity of the Pilliga Forests. We have a few years left in the Hunter Valley, but we recently snapped up the opportunity to buy a suitable residence in Baradine.

Baradine is a small town on the edge of the Pilliga Forests, northwest of Coonabarabran, and southwest of Narrabri. The national parks, conservation areas and state forests of The Pilliga will provide us with more than enough accessible nature to enjoy for the rest of our lives, and the friendly community of Baradine has already welcomed us. It's the sort of country town where a person can really feel a part of.

Although the two-bedroom fibro and iron cottage we have recently purchased is over 50 years old, it is in remarkably good condition, and right on the edge of town, with wonderful neighbours.

We did some work in our new garden over the weekend, and to my delight, discovered resident frogs and lizards.

The yard is bare except for a mature sprawling Peppercorn tree (Schinus molle), a Kurrajong (Brachychiton), a Crepe Myrtle (Largerstroemia indica), and a small hedge of a common plant that is unlikely to be a native.

So the weeds I began removing (some up to 6 feet tall), had served as habitat. But I will soon create habitat that both the wildlife and I will be happy with.

Grahame unearthed a gecko in the garden shed as he was building shelves. I was absolutely thrilled, and relocated it under the house so that it wouldn't come to harm amongst the work and clearing. After consulting my books, I think it is a Tree Dtella (gehyra variegata).

And then I uncovered a frog as I pulled out dreadful Agapanthus (Agapanthus africanus), a member of the onion family, and a potentially invasive weed. I think this little beauty is a Spotted Grass Frog (Limnodynastes tasmaniensis). I carefully relocated it underneath the hedge which had weeds for shelter.

And I found some interesting insects as I worked, including this large, robust grass-hopper of unknown species.

And, on top of all that excitement, I was amazed to see two lively skinks about 6 inches long scurry to the safety of a pile of bricks I had just stacked when I lifted some wood. I hope my lizard and frog residents will settle into their new habitat well after the rude disturbances.

I had such a happy and productive time working in my new garden, and the creatures I met gave me such joy.

We'll be taking regular visits to our home in Baradine to establish a garden and explore the Pilliga surrounds, while still living in the Hunter Valley for the time being.

My first meditation

2010-05-25T12:10:00.003+10:00

My spiritual growth and awareness over recent years has been an extraordinary journey. I conceive my spiritual awakening to have been a remarkably swift evolution in the scheme of my lifetime - 5 or 6 years out of my 53, is a short period of time. This exciting journey of inner body and universe discovery will continue until the moment my body dies - now that I have found this path, I will find it impossible to leave it, for this is the path that leads to true peace and happiness every day of my life.

God doesn't come into it for me, for I do not have a god or any structured religion in my life. But I do have faith - faith in my inner being, and faith in the Universe.

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Meditation has been my latest quest for knowledge. I have only undertaken one 'lesson' so far, but I think I have enough understanding to practice on my own. There are many different forms of meditation, and the one I took part in was a chakras meditation. It was a fascinating and enlightening experience.

Chakras are vortexes of energy of our inner body. "The chakras are an ancient model for awakening and balancing your physical, emotional, mental, and spiritual energies." The more freely energy flows within us, apparently the stronger our state of health and well-being.

The human body has 7 chakra points:

Root - urge for survival (base of the tailbone) Red
Sacral - pursuit of pleasure (pelvis area) Orange
Solar Plexus - drive for power (solar plexus) Yellow
Heart - quest for love (heart) Green or pink
Throat - voice of creative expression (throat) Sky blue
Third Eye - desire for transcendence (brow) Indigo blue
Crown - surrender to spirituality (crown) Violet or white

After my teacher imparted knowledge (albeit limited, as my lesson lasted only an hour and a half), I attempted meditation while listening to a chakras meditation CD. Meditation is all about focusing the mind on a particular part of the body, combined with deep rhythmic breathing. It is a spiritual practice going beyond the physical.

Considering I have a busy and unruly mind, I managed well for my first experience. I found it somewhat difficult breathing effectively while concentrating elsewhere, but I'm satisfied with my initial efforts. I was able to focus on the specific chakra point and the allotted colour light energy entering my body. But something quite unexpected happened towards the end - the indigo blue light entering my body through the centre brow (the third eye), was edged with sparkling gold, as was the violet light entering through the crown of my head. This was completely unexpected, and my instructor later explained that the gold indicated 'knowledge'.

Another amazing detour occurred right at the end of the meditation - the voice instructed to clasp the seed of growth in my hand, then to unfurl the fingers and let a blue bird fly down to take the seed of attainment and plant it in the soil. Well, that's not what happened - a bird flew down and gathered the seed and dropped it onto a white fluffy cloud. The cloud then turned pretty shades of pastel mauve and pink. This was not a conscious thought - it was a vivid vision. My own interpretation of that vision is that I do not need to simply have my needs met, planted and plucked, but that I have a need to search them out.

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I'm looking forward to experimenting with meditation. My mind goes through seemingly endless cycles of thought and worry, and I get side-tracked from things that really matter. If I can still and quiet my mind, surely this will enhance my mental and physical well-being. I want to know more about my inner being, my soul, the nature of my existence, the Universe.

Minus seven degrees

2010-05-17T12:49:00.000+10:00

I've never chopped wood before - I was married at 19, so have always had a man around to do the heavy jobs. Besides, even though I'm hefty, I've never been physically strong, so I've never elected to chop wood, etc.

But, chop wood I did! I took my friend Lola away to show her some NSW countryside, and we stayed in a cabin in the New England tablelands east of Armidale. The only form of heating was a wood fire. There were great blocks of wood provided, and an axe.

The weather forecast for Armidale was -7 degrees (that's MINUS SEVEN !), so it was bound to be even colder in the mountains. I went to bed on the first night excited about the prospect of an amazing frost. I flung the curtain back at daybreak to find a windless, cloudless sky - that meant a heavy frost for sure!

After coffee in bed, I rugged up and went outside to tackle the axe. It had a metal handle, and was far heavier than I had anticipated. I had no style whatsoever, but chop wood I did. I was grinning from ear to ear as I proudly dropped an armful of logs on the hearth, and got the fire going for Lola. Lola is physically disabled, so unfortunately she was unable to accompany me up hill and down dale.

The sun was just peeping above the horizon as I set off on my walk.

A glorious frosty morning in the
New England Tablelands near Ebor

Deciding on the less steep of the two routes to the river, I headed through a mature stand of Eucalypts, winding my way around a hill of alpine tussocks. The grass crunched underfoot and I felt exhilarated.

Beyond the woodland I could see a treeless clearing that was coated in white. Never before had I seen such a heavy frost. What a magnificent scene! With freezing hands and an enlivened spirit, I set about exploring. Every blade of grass and every leaf and twig was sprouting tiny shards of ice. I didn't think twice about dropping to all fours to examine the sparkling treasures hidden amongst the grass, and as everything was so well frozen, I didn't end up too wet.

A frozen Wahlenbergia (Native Bluebell) . . .

. . . an icy leaf lies amongst icy grasses . . .

. . . a seed-head coated in ice crystals . . .

. . . sparkling frost-covered grass
as the sun reaches the ground

I was surrounded by a magical white, glistening land of frozen plants. A spring seeped under a stiff mat of bog plants, but as I tried to cross, sodden mud oozed to the surface. I'd have to find another way to the river. I backtracked up the hill, but there was no access to the other side of the soak, so I changed direction again.

Following animal trails led me to obstacles, but I eventually scrambled under shrubbery and found myself standing on the edge of a precipice overlooking the second of three waterfalls. As beautiful as the waterfall and mountain stream were, they paled in comparison to the frozen land I stood on with the dazzling and delicate details of miniature crystalised gardens.

As the sun climbed and cast light and feeble warmth on the forest floor, frost began to melt into gleaming beads of water. I wandered back to the cosy cabin, and Lola's company for breakfast.

A frosty mountain morning to remember for always

At 11.30am, there was still a heavy frost in the shade, so we packed a picnic lunch and found a warm sunny spot at Ebor Falls, just a short and scenic drive from our cabin.

A family get-together

2010-05-05T15:25:00.002+10:00

Grandchildren are such precious gifts, and I've been fortunate to be able to form a bond with most of mine. Ava, is the newest addition to the family, and it will be hard to create that special closeness with her living several hours drive away. As the family spreads its wings, it becomes difficult to get everyone together.

My son and his wife and children visited last weekend and it was a wonderful family time. Cousins played together at the park, running, sharing scooters, climbing and sliding. Of course there were the usual scrapes and falls, but they always get along well when there's an opportunity to spend time as a group.

We shared chocolate cake in the shade of beautiful trees shedding their autumn tinted leaves, for a 4 year-old's birthday. None of the children wanted to leave, but the day came to an end.

All six are completely different characters - individuals - and I love them more than words can express.

Ava - 4 months

Heath - 2 years

Trinity - 4 years

Flynn - 5 years

Zachari - 6 years

Madison - 9 years

. . . and the whole bunch at the park 2nd May 2010

Lapses and setbacks

2010-04-25T19:28:00.001+10:00

When I'm travelling reasonably well with my depression under control, a setback hits me hard. I guess I become complacent - confidence can do that. But fragility lies just below the surface, and strikes unexpectedly, and fiercely. I do the best I can to hide it - hiding seems to come natural - an old habit from a time when I didn't understand what was happening to me, and when I didn't have anyone to help me.

Anger overwhelms me at these times, a fierce and illogical anger - and I become a danger to myself. It's passed again, thankfully, and now I need to recover. Even amongst the northwestern woodlands I love, I haven't set foot on the earth this weekend - I slept most of the afternoon - no enthusiasm.

But I'll come good again - the worst has past.

An Angel's Kiss

2010-04-15T10:37:00.005+10:00

An Angel's Kiss - by Gaye Drady

It's warm and snug where I play and sleep.
I roll end over end, and take a leap,
Smile with glee as I bounce around,
Kick and wave like a silly clown.

There's bedtime stories and a sing-a-long,
A happy tune, my favourite song.
I'm so very lucky that I can hear,
Though it's kind o' muffled, not crystal clear.

Mum calls the kids - "Come and feel"
Big brother and Siss jump and squeal,
They snuggle up and kiss my face,
Love me tender, with heartfelt grace.

I feel a hand on my tiny head,
My Mum and Dad are now quiet in bed,
Daddy caresses Mummy and me
A loving embrace, just us three.

I drift off to sleep to a gentle hum,
Mummy's breath and her beating drum.
But it's growing cold, something's wrong,
There's missing notes in the rhythmic song.

With a shining light an angel came
Scooped me up and spoke my name,
Carried me off in silent flight,
Off away in the dark starry night.

They'd lost the dreams they held so dear.
A lifeless birth, terror and fear,
They cradled their babe, kissed her goodbye,
Wept together, and screamed to the sky.

On a bright spring day I watched from above,
With peace and sorrow and pride and love.
Tears of grief beside my grave,
Mum and Dad were very brave.

"Rest in peace, little baby Mya".
My soul was freed, higher and higher.
Remember the warmth, remember the hope,
Keep me near and you will cope.

A gentle breeze touched Mummy's cheek,
Daddy felt it, his body went weak,
'twas an angel's kiss, gentle and sweet,
"I'll keep her safe until again you meet".

This poem is copyright.

Creatures of The Pilliga

2010-04-03T19:55:00.002+11:00

The Easter break provided us a great opportunity to do some more exploring of the Pilliga Forests of northwestern NSW. Excellent rains have given new life to the country, and wildlife is taking full advantage of the season of plenty. And we struck magic weather with warm, windless autumn days followed by clear, crisp nights.

Damp roads mean we haven't ventured far off the beaten track yet, but as always, we've been amused and amazed by wonderful creatures. I've seen many an impressive, lumbering goanna leaving tracks all over the sandy environs, but this hapless old lizard is not the prettiest monitor I've ever seen. He's got survivor genes to pass on though, as he's obviously come through a nasty accident with most of his tail missing, but healed.

Here Old Man Goanna stretches out sunning himself in the process of moulting. Once he loses all his grubby old skin, he'll be a tad more dashing with bright new colours to impress the lady lizards.

Now here's a handsome dragon, although rather bashful. Actually he/she did a pretty convincing job of playing dead to fool the intruder - the eye moving in the socket was the only movement this resourceful Bearded Dragon showed as I crept up to the somewhat uncomfortable-looking basking surface.

We always spend plenty of time birdwatching when we visit The Pilliga, and are always rewarded with fabulous observations and exciting surprises. With all the flood waters out west, a flock of 30 Pelicans headed out to greener pastures, along with a couple of large flocks of Little Black Cormorants.

But closer observations revealed Wood Ducks with a brood of 7 tiny fluffy ducklings faithfully tagging along. Another mum and dad Wood Duck rounded up their brood of 21 half-grown offspring as I approached the waterway. No, the industrious parents would not legally own all 21, but would have stolen some from neighbours, as Wood Ducks do.

And what a thrill it was to see five Pink-eared Ducks.

Downy Coots paddled along close to their parents, while other Coots busily carted fresh nesting material onto a reed bed. There's plenty of unseasonal breeding going on out west, where birds breed when food is in good supply.

Juvenile Striated Pardalotes stretched and flapped their wings while the adults fetched a meal for them amongst the Eucalypt leaves.

The Yellow-throated Miner is a new species for me.

Invertebrate life always grabs my attention, and this train of Processional Caterpillars was a beaut sighting. One train crossed the road safely, as another hairy rope of grubs started their dangerous journey across the track. We drove between the trains, leaving them to their business of surviving.

And breeding is on the minds of more than the birdlife. Insects frantically mate, thus providing still more food for the birds and animals.

Tomorrow we'll be out again, wandering and looking. Sunrises and sunsets have been magnificent, and the fresh air is always a treat.

Self-discipline working from home

2010-03-24T09:18:00.008+11:00

A Silver-eye landed just outside my window and I watched it jumping around feeding amongst the foliage. Autumn is taking hold, and leaves are turning yellow. There's only a whisper of a breeze. A leaf floated to the ground, rocking from side to side in a mesmerising motion before being caught up in a sudden gust and carried off, out of sight.

It's great to have a view from my computer, but I'm so easily distracted. I go to hang a load of washing out, and can't walk past a patch of weeds without ripping them out. So a ten-minute interruption turns into an hour, when I finally remember that I was in the middle of writing paragraph six. I find it difficult sticking to a schedule, and not only that, I'm a procrastinator. I dilly dally and put things off.

I've started writing a book, and I'm so excited about this project. But to have any chance of a finished project, I knew I needed to get myself organised and have some sort of a routine. So I set to work preparing a schedule so that my commitments would be fulfilled and my interruption-free writing time would actually happen.

Tuesday and Thursday mornings are my times set aside for writing my book. A friend usually rings me five mornings a week, and I hated to disappoint her, but I let her know that Tuesdays and Thursdays were now to be my days for writing. My daughter visits sporadically whenever the whim takes her, so I also instructed her not to interrupt me on my two writing days. They are both happy with my undertaking, and leaving me to have those two days a week on my own.

So far, everything is working according to my plan. Occasionally, like yesterday, there are activities that occur during my allotted writing time, and I either can't, or don't wish to, avoid them. But that's OK - I don't intend to be inflexible.

I'm not getting all caught up in how difficult it is to get something published, I'm just going to take my time and thoroughly enjoy my writing, and will deal with the hard stuff when my book is written.

I'm so enthusiastic at the moment, that I wish I had a bush hut to retreat to for a few weeks to make a good start without the interruption of daily duties and people to tend to. But, given my circumstances, I'm managing quite well. I do get frustrated, though, when I have to leave ideas and words floating around my head without the time to get them recorded.

And there's the noise of traffic, the neighbour's radio, and phone interruptions. Lawn mowers, whipper-snippers, dogs and pedestrians. The church bells remind me of the time ticking away, and I remember I haven't figured out what I'm going to prepare for tea tonight; a couple of savoury biscuits with cheese and tomato would do me, but my other half has had a long hard day of physical work and needs a decent meal. Yes, a secluded bush hut would be wonderful - some isolation. But at least I can see greenery from my window; that's a bonus.

Pleasant moments with my parents

2010-03-09T07:17:00.005+11:00

Time spent with my parents is always difficult for me. Since my mother's stroke, I have relinquished the hope I'd always held of developing a fruitful, stimulating relationship with her. I feel very fortunate to have our present tender kinship.

The Spiny-cheeked Honeyeater with its pretty buff bib, blue eyes and unique black-tipped pink bill, has a gloriously musical tune and cheerful chatter. It does, however, exhibit an aggressive nature where food is concerned.

I returned home last night after a few days of giving Mum some TLC and cleaning her house. I found her much more settled and cheery, even speaking more clearly. Peter (my brother who lives with our parents and cares for them) attributes this improvement to an increased dose of anti-depressant medication, and regular outings to activity gatherings at the local hospital.

A day doesn't go by without her mentioning her "day out". I'm thrilled with her progress. Her speech capacity is still very limited, but she can usually make herself understood. Those who take genuine notice of her nuances can help her while lessening her frustration.

I mean, we were sitting together while I sorted through an untidy cupboard when she suddenly said, "I haven't checked the cockatoos in the cow paddock". It was immediately clear to me that she was concerned because she hadn't checked the washing on the line, so I reassured her that we'd get it in before it rained. Peter asked Mum what all the commotion was in the bedroom in the middle of the night. Mum replied, "I was chasing a chook around the bedroom". Peter asked Mum what colour it was. "Green!" "Ah," Peter says, knowingly. "That big old frog got inside again, hey." "Yes."

Much of the time it is relatively easy to get the gist of her words without causing her stress. Unfortunately, Dad doesn't appear to even try.

Although the Brown Honeyeater is rather plain in plumage, it is a brave and delightfully cheeky little bird that ventures quite close, allowing observers to enjoy its presence up close.

Mum was standing on the front porch as Grahame was photographing the birdlife coming and going to the flowering Grevilleas, when Mum said, "Did you see all those sheep?" Of course Grahame realised that she was talking about the birds, so there was no difficulty. You don't correct her - there's no point. Next time the birds might be "fish" or "apples" or even "birds", in which case, they are far better to be sheep, fish or apples, than for Mum to be frustrated and stressed because she can't find a word for them at all. You simply carry on a conversation with her to the best of your ability so that Mum gets pleasure from the interraction.

What brilliant plumage the noisy and messy Rainbow Lorikeets have.

Mum obviously wanted me to do a job for her regarding her legs. I was at a bit of a loss, and thought that she needed a pair of slacks hemmed up. I said, "Show me, Mum", and she pointed to her legs and said, "Look at all these flowers". Ah, she wanted me to shave her legs for her. I enjoyed the intimacy as I soaped up her legs in the shade of the back porch, and shaved her legs. It was very pleasant time spent with my mother.

I took her for a walk, and held her hand as we crossed the road. It was nice. I wandered patiently around the shop as she looked at this, and looked at that. Peter hates shopping, so Mum doesn't get to browse the supermarket at leisure. But Peter is very good to Mum. He's exceptionally patient, kind and generous with Mum, but yet, he's appropriately firm with her when she needs it, and he doesn't mollycoddle her. It's very heart-warming and comforting to watch.

When there are no other birds in the garden, the sweet little White-plumed Honeyeater turns up. But then another of his kind will join him, and they will chase each other like enemies.

I trimmed Dad's beard, and shaved the back of his neck. It was a pleasant experience for me. When it was time to leave, I held Dad's hand and gently but briefly explained that while ever Mum was happy, life would be easier for all at home. The touching of hands was also very pleasant for me. I imagine it was nice for Dad too.

The Singing Honeyeater, another delightfully trusting bird to have visit the garden regularly, but another bird who jealously guards and defends his food source from its own kind.

My husband, Grahame, captured all the bird images in Mum's front garden. Watching the prolific birdlife feeding, drinking, bathing, and interacting is always such a rewarding pastime when visiting my parents.

I try to find the good in people, over and above the bad. I don't know my father. I doubt if anyone has ever known him. I constantly look for the good, but if it's there, it's well hidden. He's cranky, arrogant, argumentative, self-righteous. He's narrow-minded and closed-minded. He shows no compassion or patience or tolerance. This hasn't come about with old age and ill-health - it has been his life-long nature. But he's my father, and I have a soft spot for him. A very dear wish of mine is for him to see the light, even just a glimmer, before he dies. But I must accept that this won't happen. These days, he rarely speaks, but that in itself could be his way of showing consideration. We will never know.

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Thankfully, I wasn't stressed as we left, but I was deeply sad. As the comforting canvas of smoky-blue Eucalypt foliage and contrasting black wood, green hillsides and swaying roadside grasses passed by as we travelled, my tears flowed. Grahame was his usual tower of support, and when I had calmed, he stopped so we could enjoy coffee in the fresh morning air before continuing our trip.

Mental health group support

2010-03-01T12:59:00.004+11:00

Recently, my attention was directed to the Singleton Mental Health Support Group. I plucked up the courage to go along, and have been to two meetings. Yesterday, 'Let's Refresh for 2010' was held at the Dolphin Healing Centre at Cessnock. It is a program offering information, support and fellowship to the mentally ill and carers of the mentally ill, and I benefited tremendously from attending and participating.

The Sunflower Centre, which is a service of the Schizophrenia Fellowship of NSW, provides support, education, information and advocacy for people living with mental illness, their families and friends in the Hunter Region. Together with the Cessnock and Newcastle Mental Health Support Groups, the Sunflower centre hosted yesterday's 'Let's Refresh for 2010'.

Nadine Farrel (Community Development, Hunter Schizophrenia Fellowship) and Barbara Bernhard (coordinator of NSW Mental Health Support Groups), officiated the meeting. They did a marvelous job.

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Socialising beyond my closest family and friends is challenging for me, so this social and educational day-program presented an opportunity for me to explore beyond my comfort zone. I did well.

Besides learning about the various organisations that are in place to support those living with mental illness either as 'consumers' or carers, how they operate and the issues associated with funding problems, there was a chance to share problem solving and goal setting in a group situation. I found it easy to participate, and gained inspiration, as well as several ideas on how to implement positive change into my everyday life.

And not only that, we were treated to the luxury of alternate health practices during the course of the day. I chose to have a back massage, and it was divine! Following the gentle rubbing in of oil on the back, the clinician proceeded to massage my tense shoulder blades and back with hot rocks. I could feel bits and pieces moving about within me as skillful hands dug the rocks into my flesh. I explained that I had suffered from a dreadful stress headache for days, and she assured me that my headache will have improved after she had finished with me. She was right! Nearly 24 hours later, I can still feel the benefit.

Others chose to have reflexology therapy, or herbal medicine screening. I also participated in a relaxation session. I have enormous trouble quieting my mind, but I think with meditation practice, I could learn to relax and free the mind to some degree.

We finished the day off with a social dinner at a local restaurant. What a splendid day!

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I came away with obvious benefits from a day of social and educational experience, but I have learned something special:

"I shall be the judge of my behaviour, thoughts and emotions, and I shall be responsible for them."

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If I can not solve a problem on my own, I will talk to appropriate people to try to gain the insight and encouragement I need to work through important issues. . . . .

I will help myself. . . . .

I will be resourceful - if one avenue doesn't work for me, I will try another. I will take responsibility for my problems. . . . .

I will protect myself - not aggressively, but in a calm and considered manner. . . . .

I will seek, and accept appropriate support. . . . .

I will take time out to refresh and renew myself. . . . .

. . . . .only then will I be capable to build my life as I wish.

The Pilliga after rain

2010-02-25T08:00:00.001+11:00

Prolific rain on the northwest plains of New South Wales quickly results in a swelling of rivers and creeks, followed by a profusion of growth and renewal.

Many centimetres of very welcome rain covered the black soil grazing pastures and agricultural properties surrounding the village of Baradine over the first weekend of February, 2010. We were there to witness this amazing natural event.

Sheets of water rapidly cover the vast plains, draining into gullies and creeks, and filling rivers. Many outlying unsealed roads become impassable, and the town is temporarily isolated. But life goes on with relative normality, albeit with joyous appreciation of the blessings the downpour will bring.

Baradine Creek and Teridgerie Creek are the main waterways of Baradine, and they both swelled to impressive flows.

River Red Gums (Eucalyptus camaldulensis) in the flooded Baradine Creek at Baradine, 6th February 2010

The plains drain, and gullies and creeks recede with surprising speed. Two weeks after the rain, sandy creek beds that can remain dry for years, are reduced to a trickle, or are once again completely dry.

This section of Etoo Creek had been running at least a metre higher two weeks earlier. 21st February 2010

The wide sandy expanse of creek bank that had been flooded, is now back to normal - Etoo Creek, 21st February 2010

With the receding of the floodwaters, comes an explosion of growth, most notably, the grasses. I saw the Pilliga surrounds as I have never seen them before - covered in tall, green, seeding grasses.

The early morning sun illuminates fresh forest grasses beneath a stand of young native White Cypress Pine (Callitris glaucophylla) - 22nd February 2010

With the emergence of grasses, comes an explosion of life, a frantic effort by Nature's creatures to breed and take advantage of a brief season of plenty. First, comes the insects:

Butterflies, grasshoppers and beetles were everywhere. I snapped this picture of a pretty butterfly as it fed on the nectar of Native Blue Bells (Wahlenbergia). There is a tiny beetle hiding beneath another flower.

And this extraordinary moth floated from the canopy to the ground like a falling leaf, coming to rest well camouflaged in the leaf litter.

With the explosion of insect life, comes the late breeding of birds. As I watched the birds, I observed plenty of breeding activity: a Richard's Pipit ferrying insects to a grassy thicket; White-naped Honeyeaters mating; a male Speckled Warbler carrying a fluffy white feather (presumably for nest lining); a Plum-headed Finch carrying long strands of grass, one at a time; a female White-winged Fairywren disappearing into a saltbush with short strands of grass; and several very young fledglings.

Grahame snapped this Richard's Pipit with a meal for its nestlings as we sat in the beautiful late afternoon light by a grassy depression (22 Feb 2010) - what a peaceful but lively place it was!

And of course the frogs won't miss an opportunity to breed either. Sadly, many puddles dried up entombing countless tadpoles, but I also observed tiny frogs that had successfully crawled from the waterholes.

An Ornate Burrowing Frog (Limnodynastes ornatus) digs into the sand as I approach - 23rd February 2010

With plentiful food for reptiles, locals predict an increase in the snake population next year. No doubt lizards are faring well too. I watched a Lace Monitor (Varanus Varius) skillfully climb a tree, poking its head into hollows looking for a feed of nestling birds, while Willie Wagtails, White-winged Trillers, White-naped Honeyeaters and Singing Honeyeaters banded together with an onslaught of noise and fuss. The goanna, however, was not persuaded to leave the tree until it was satisfied that no meal existed there for the taking.

Animal and bird tracks crisscrossed the sandy roads and creek beds. I photographed this goanna track at the same location as the marauding Lace Monitor - 21st February 2010

And of course, with moisture, comes fruiting fungi, which are always a delight to me as I wander bushland and country roads. Fungi are a vital part of Nature.

A tiny white Agaricus pushes its way through the dampened compacted sand - 21st February 2010

Grahame and I thoroughly enjoy every encounter we have with the Pilliga forests and the countryside beyond, but these two weekends were special. We sighted and identified 81 species of birds, saw 4 Lace Monitors, 2 Blue-tongude lizards, one gecko, 3 Bearded Dragon lizards, 1 snake, 4 frog species, countless kangaroos, and some fascinating invertebrates.

The semi-arid plains have such a wealth of natural treasures to delight and stimulate all the senses. And when the country is blessed with sustaining rain, the wildlife gathers to feast and breed. Our recent trips to the Pilliga have been a remarkable experience.

My garden

2010-02-19T06:21:00.006+11:00

Without a garden, I'm like a 'duck out of water' - I have an innate inner need to nurture plants and create a peaceful leafy nook in which to spend quality time with myself or loved ones. A place to think, reflect, or simply to enjoy the sunshine and Nature’s creatures.

My physical, mental and spiritual health are all attended to as I tend my garden. Planning, constructing and maintaining a garden provides a creative outlet where I can be close to Nature.

Turmoil is calmed and stress is relieved as I thrust the spade into the sunbaked earth, turn clods, and pull weeds. There is no better way to soothe the angry beast within than to have a good physical workout in the garden.

With the nurturing of plants, comes growth and a real sense of achievement. There is great satisfaction in picking fresh, home-grown herbs and vegetables for the table, or to give to neighbours. And what joy there is in the beauty created by my own hands.

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When we moved house last year, I was confronted by weeds and neglected, unhealthy plants. This wouldn’t do at all, and I was filled with excitement at the prospect of creating a new garden.

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A long, narrow space just out the kitchen door provided a perfect opportunity to build a tranquil, productive garden, so I set to work. Our rented house is due to be demolished in a couple of years, so I figured it didn't really matter what I did with the backyard. I planned to spend no money, and with hard work and resourcefulness, I achieved the results I had in mind.

This is the space I had to work with before I began my project. Good rain actually made the job so much harder as the weeds took over before I had a chance to begin, and by the time I got started putting my plan into action, the weeds were half a metre high.

But, eventually, this is the garden that now fills the space. The section at the bottom of the garden is my herb garden where now I have parsley, chives, lemon grass, silver beet, thyme and chillies doing well. Oh, and the basil is positively thriving. I have aloe vera and a passionfruit vine, and a saucer of water for lizards and frogs.

While I was away for a couple of weeks, my husband got stuck in and converted the top of the garden, which was nothing more than a mass of weeds, into a delightful maintenance-free garden. He continued with my wishes to spend no money, and used second-hand logs and reclaimed gravel. He filled the pots that I had brought with me from a previous garden with vegetables. What a fabulous surprise it was, and to know that my daughter helped, makes it even more special.

The section in the picture below is the part that I built completely on my own. I dug old bricks from the lawn and abandoned gardens around the yard to construct some pavement for a sitting area, and a path to the front gate. The garden ornaments are treasured gifts I've had for many years.

Although a savage hail storm prior to Christmas made a mess of the garden, it is recovering, and my plants are thriving. The overhanging trees provide privacy, and a place for birds and insects to forage. My young grandchildren love to play in my garden. I've even had a Blue-tongued Lizard and a Southern Rainbow Skink visit my garden, and and I have seen King Parrots, Magpies, Magpie Larks, Red Wattlebirds and Superb Blue Fairywrens using the bird bath.

My courtyard herb garden is a special place.

School of life

2010-02-09T10:40:00.006+11:00

Throughout the healing process of getting on top of depression, I’ve learnt to step back and observe myself in detail as my life unfolds. I’ve learnt to analyse my past and accept that I played a role in creating and prolonging my own suffering. My pre-diagnosis years have been a painful journey, and I’ve been slow to learn.

But all pain and suffering has a purpose; that is, if one is wise enough and brave enough to look deep inside oneself to delve beneath the grief, anger or hurt to recognise life’s lessons.

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There is no point in suffering in vain. From our loss and misfortune, accident and illness, tragedy and trauma, we can learn and grow, ultimately enriching our life, and in turn, enriching life for others as our lessons instil wisdom. Our resulting words and actions reach far beyond our range of vision, touching not only loved ones, but strangers around the globe.

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At last, I have gained the wisdom necessary to realise that my years of pain have not been a waste of time. I was there for a purpose: to learn who I am, and why I exist. To learn lessons. It’s all very well, however, to learn well from life’s misery and torment, but changing one’s behaviour in order to implement a more meaningful way of life can be a stumbling block that causes more pain and suffering.

Old habits die hard. We cling to the familiarity of habitual behaviour, regardless of the pain it inflicts on ourselves and others. We unwittingly remain a victim because there is a certain amount of comfort in knowing exactly where we are, regardless of the continued pain we bring to ourselves. Attitudes can be so deeply ingrained that we fail to recognise our own damaging behaviour.

With the inner growth and awareness that has come about as I’ve learned some valuable lessons, I have acknowledged some aspects of my self-destructive behaviour. Consequently, I have devised changes; new paths, different directions, character-building projects, responsible attitudes. I’m seeking answers, and adapting strategies. And I’m trying to surround myself with compassionate and passionate people with whom I can relate. I’m embracing change and embarking on a truly engrossing stage of my life.

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Wisdom also means accepting what we can not change. Here, I struggle.

A sense of urgency tugs at me as I grasp the true wonder of life beyond what was previously my comfort zone. I have so much to learn, experience and achieve. I have so much to give. Age marches on. I grapple with the needs and attitudes of another, and I don’t yet have the wisdom to accept that I don’t have the power to change others, or the right to expect change from others. I’m working on this area of my downfalls. I’m also working on building the courage to get what I need from life.

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River Red Gums survive the struggle of drought, and then suffer flood - but it is not until they suffer flood that they can flourish and send forth new life. Likewise, humans will not perform their best until they have suffered, and learned from their pain, both individually and collectively.

Birdwatching with Western Banders

2010-01-25T12:27:00.003+11:00

How fortunate I was, that my trip west coincided with the traditional January gathering of a group of the Western Banders. I have previously visited and enjoyed the Smithbrook Banding Project in November 08 and 09, but was excited at the prospect of joining some of these friendly, knowledgeable bird enthusiasts for some walking and birdwatching.

Over drinks on Friday evening, it was decided that Saturday's excursion would include an area along the backwaters of the Torbay Inlet. The birdlife was plentiful, with 41 species recorded in two hours of walking.

Two birders carried telescopes on tripods for all to closely view birds, and of course we all had binoculars. Since I purchased a decent pair of binoculars a few months ago, a whole new world of birds has opened up for me.

Ducks aplenty were spread across the waterway, and I was particularly pleased to check out the details of the Australian Shoveler through the telescope - a new species for me. It's always a treat to see a Darter drying its wings, and a male Red-winged Fairywren in full breeding plumage was a great sight, so close that there was no need for binoculars.

We walked along a sand track that often gave us great views of the waterway and varied birdlife.

But the highlight of the morning was the sighting of an Owlet Nightjar. It was only my second sighting of this delightful nocturnal hunter, and for one in the group, it was a first.

It was perched in an Allocasuarina, and was obviously not alarmed by all the onlookers as it stayed put and allowed us excellent views from different vantage points. With its erect whiskers, bulging eyes, inquisitive look, and barred tail, the Owlet Nightjar is an impressive bird.

Owlet Nightjar in an Allocasuarina
photograph by Alex Morrison

Then we headed out to the lookout at Muttonbird Beach to pick up Lola who was unable to accompany us on the walk. Lola had a comfortable seat with spectacular views of Muttonbird Island and Beach.

Muttonbird Island

Muttonbird Beach
magnificent crystal clear surf and white sand

Saturday evening saw us gathered around June and Alex's dining table eating a selection of take-away Chinese meals and home made desserts. It was a wonderful experience for me to be welcomed so genuinely into this group of dedicated environmentally active bird supporters.

Sunday morning saw us walking the Luke Penn Trail along the Kalgan River east of Albany. This trail is flanked by a mass of wildflowers in the springtime, but even in summer, the vegetation is attractive with Jarrah and Marri, and shrubby undergrowth. Views of the Kalgan River are a feature of this walk.

As we all pointed our binoculars skyward to try to determine if the raptor that had just glided into sight was a juvenile White-breasted Sea Eagle or Wedge-tailed Eagle, an Osprey flew over, along with a Brown Goshawk. Amazing - three raptor species without moving from the spot.

Cheery chatter from Grey Fantails, White-browed Scrubwren, Golden Whistler, Inland Thornbill and New Holland Honeyeaters was a lovely sound.

The beautiful Western Spinebill
photograph by Alex Morrison

Possibly, the highlight of Sunday morning's birdwatching was a close encounter with a male Splendid Wren in full breeding colour. 'Splendid' hardly seems adequate.

But the companionship, sharing the outing with such a friendly group of people, made for special memories.

More information on some of the bird species recorded over this outing on my bird blog.

Not a clear image of the Red-winged Fairywren, but a delightful picture that tells a story - photo by Alex Morrison.

A birthday treat

2010-01-19T13:28:00.002+11:00

Occasionally, opportunities are presented to us, but more commonly, we make our own opportunities. I made the opportunity to give my friend Lola a special birthday.

Living alone can present emotionally challenging times when celebratory dates roll around. Not only does Lola live alone, but, as a stroke victim, she is physically disabled. I hatched a plan to make Lola's birthday a memorable one this year.

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Lola is an exceptional person who has led an interesting, adventurous and rewarding life. 17 years ago, a stroke altered her lifestyle drastically and permanently. She defied medical prediction by surviving, but I'm not surprised, for Lola possesses amazing determination. A fighting spirit. She then defied medicos who said she would never drive again. Never say 'never' to Lola - she will not be beaten, such is her resolve.

But Lola struggles. Physical pain and limitations take their toll. I am aware that our friendship has given Lola something precious; a new lease on life. Her friends, work collegues and even casual acquaintances comment on Lola's renewed spark.

Can anyone really comprehend what it means to me to know that I have been able to give something as precious as 'a new lease on life'?

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It was hard to keep my upcoming visit a secret. I was bursting to tell her. Lola was gob-smacked when I told her of my surprise a couple of days before my trip. I knew those few days of excited anticipation would be special for Lola, as she loves to prepare for my visits by shopping for fresh fruit and vegetables, wine and other fresh produce.

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We began Lola's birthday with an early morning visit to Lake Seppings for some bird watching, and what a magnificent morning it was with sunshine, blue sky and a refreshing breeze.

Grey Fantails darted around us performing aerobatics as they hunted for a meal for their youngsters, their cheerful chatter entertaining us. A shiny striped and spotted skink sunned itself on a clod of earth right in front of us as we sat smiling, and an assortment of waterbirds went about the business of their daily lives on the lake.

Lake Seppings, Albany, WA

And then it was time for cake. Lola hadn't had a birthday cake in her adult life. I would make something special.

Adding to the trials of Lola's everyday life, is her critical intolerance for preservatives and most food additives. Preparing a meal can be a tricky business. Buying a meal can present hidden nasties.

I settled on a pumpkin fruit cake. Now, I'm not that adventurous in the kitchen, and I had not previously made a fruit cake of any description, so it was with a little trepidation that I embarked on this experiment.

The house filled with delicious sweet and spicy aromas, and when I pulled the pan from the oven, I was thrilled beyond belief. And it not only looked good, it tasted superb! Lola was more than excited and delighted by the birthday cake - she was deeply touched by the meaningful gesture. It was more than just a birthday cake.

A birthday cake - pumpkin fruit cake

We had a special day together, talking, reminiscing, getting to know each other more thoroughly. Lola teaches me so much - not just computer techniques and bird identification know-how, but life skills. Through our sharing, we both learn much about ourselves.

I took Lola out for an evening meal; the food, wine, ocean view, and company was simply delightful. Yes, it was indeed a happy birthday. Wonderful memories for us both.

Respect! What a vital element in our lives. I encountered this hand-made banner hanging on a boardwalk at Lake Seppings. Was it made and displayed by a child? A nature-lover? A walker? What an appropriate message the anonymous owner of this declaration has put on show.

Musings . . .

2010-01-16T14:04:00.000+11:00

My head is cluttered - crammed full of stuff I'm trying to make sense of. And there's stuff that needs extracting, shredding, discarding. I need some sort of a filing system in my head where material can be sorted according to subject matter and stored in easy-to-retrieve folders as a sudden need arises.

Instead, all manner of thoughts, ideas, questions, and experiences are jumbled up together in a cloudy soup.

Everything seems connected, but yet, oddly disjointed at the same time. There's no defined beginning or end to a specific issue or line of thought.

It's not confusion. No, I'm not confused. Perhaps I'm over-loaded. Or perhaps I'm an incurable thinker. Maybe I over-evaluate life. Maybe I'm trying to learn too much, solve too many problems, and find too many answers.

But a busy, enquiring mind is far preferable to non-nonchalance and ignorance.

I need solitude for in-depth thinking. I also need solitude to allow stillness to overcome my mind, and for wisdom to take hold.

"Who so ever delighted in solitude is either a wild beast, or a god. . ." Aristotle 384 - 322 BC.

Not true! Surely in order to look after oneself properly, one needs to seek short term solitude?

I create opportunities for my own solitude when I need time out. I disengage from my material surroundings and reconnect with myself - or at least I try. I need to hear and feel my inner being - my spirit.

My time alone is usually deeply rewarding; occasionally it can induce melancholy. People who don't know me intimately probably consider me peculiar, or anti-social at times. But, whereas it appears to be the norm for most people to crave a room full of sound, or to radiate towards other people, I am soon overwhelmed by noise and crowds, and am compelled to flee. Perhaps I am peculiar.

Yes, jumbled thoughts. Crossroads, detours, interludes.

It is vital for me to have an intimate relationship with the non-human world. A healthy mind, for me, depends upon communing with Nature.

Spirituality in my world does not revolve around an all-powerful, pure god, as religious followers faithfully embrace. Spirituality is my awareness of myself as a living being beyond the physical structure of flesh and bones. An energy exists within - my spirit.

My spirit is woven into every thread of my life. As I get to know myself, and continually learn and change, so does my spiritual awareness grow.

The complexity of life is mind-boggling. And yet the human race is vulnerable to annihilation due to its own greedy over-consumption and pollution.

Yes, my thoughts are a jumbled mess of robust strands with flimsy, frayed ends branching into multiple strings, all connected, but blurred by fog as they part and merge. The resultant mixture is almost laughable.

I don't laugh enough. See - it's all connected somehow.

I'm not a naturally jolly person. I'm not sombre either. Generally I'm bright and cheery. But still, I don't laugh enough. I love it when the people I love make me laugh.

It is said that 'feel good' endorphins are released into the bloodstream with laughter. But if it's not funny, it's just not funny. And one of my pet hates is listening to someone who constantly laughs at themself - I mean, chuckle long and boistrously mid sentence, every sentence. It's not a conversation. It's sufferance. And it drives me nuts.

One thought leads to another, and my mind is never still. My busy mind ensures I keep learning, challenging myself and setting goals, but I need more stillness.

I am going to attempt to learn to meditate.

Desiderata

2010-01-12T12:30:00.008+11:00

I first heard the inspirational verse, or composition, 'Desiderata', when I was a young teenager. It had a profound effect upon me. It was a piece of writing that held meaning for me at a time of confusion and uncertainty.

Three and a half decades later, the words stared me in the face again as I entered the office of a psychiatrist for the first time.

The word desiderata means things wanted or needed, and was written by Max Ehrmann in 1927. The words are timeless, and are just as appropriate and meaningful now, as they were for me when I was a child.

Desiderata

Go placidly amid the noise and the haste,

and remember what peace there may be in silence.

As far as possible without surrender

be on good terms with all persons.

Speak your truth quietly and clearly; and listen to others,

even the dull and ignorant; they too have their story.

Avoid loud and aggressive persons

they are vexatious to the spirit;

If you compare yourself with others

you may become vain and bitter;

for always there will be greater and lesser persons than yourself.

Enjoy your achievements as well as your plans.

Keep interested in your own career, however humble;

it is a real possession in the changing fortunes of time.

Exercise caution in your business affairs;

for the world is full of trickery.

But let this not blind you to what virtue there is;

many persons strive for high ideals;

and everywhere life is full of heroism.

Be yourself. Especially do not feign affection.

Neither be cynical about love;

for in the face of all aridity and disenchantment

it is as perenial as the grass.

Take kindly the counsel of the years,

gracefully surrendering the things of youth.

Nurture strength of spirit to shield you in sudden misfortune.

But do not distress yourself with imaginings.

Many fears are born of fatigue and loneliness.

Beyond a wholesome discipline,

be gentle with yourself.

You are a child of the universe

no less than the trees and the stars;

you have a right to be here.

And whether or not it is clear to you,

no doubt the universe is unfolding as it should.

Therefore be at peace with God,

whatever you conceive Him to be.

And whatever your labors and aspirations,

in the noisy confusion of life,

keep peace with your soul.

With all its sham, drudgery and broken dreams,

it is still a beautiful world.

Be cheerful. Strive to be happy.

An enquiring mind. Hope for harmony

And Ava makes six. . .

2010-01-09T21:36:00.001+11:00

Beautiful, healthy Ava Jane was born last Tuesday. Grahame and I now have six grandchildren. We are blessed.

Three girls, and three boys: Madison, Zachari, Flynn, Trinity, Heath, and Ava, (and Mya, deceased).

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I'm not getting caught up in the future generations of population increase I have played a part in - it's pointless. But at the same time, overpopulation and the critical issues of exploitation and waste of the Earth's resources do cross my mind. I only hope I can impart my individual enthusiasm for the development of sustainable practices, and awareness of the responsibilities we humans have to our planet home.

Some people might think that such thoughts mixed with the wonder that a precious baby brings is odd, or completely out of place, or even heartless. But once a person realises that the Earth gives us gifts of life every day, not just with the birth of a baby, it is simply natural thought processes that delve into human impact on the Earth multiplied as each generation multiplies.

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I had strong maternal instincts when I was young. I was meant to be a mother. But many adults are choosing not to become parents. I admire their strength of character and responsibility.

And I also enjoy being a grandmother. These special babies and children bring much joy to my life. During the course of natural interraction, they teach me, and I teach them. Besides the love we so willingly give to each other, I aim to give my grandchildren a part of me that they will remember and treasure well after I am gone.

I am looking forward to forming a bond with baby Ava.

Baby Ava, 1 day old

Christmas, and jumbled thoughts

2009-12-31T12:53:00.006+11:00

I can't remember a time when I didn't end up low in spirits over the Christmas period. Not depressed, just 'flat'.

Although I've recognised the problems that inevitably lead to melancholy and pensiveness, I can't avoid this low and confused state of mind. It's not from lack of trying. This year I became involved in charity work on Christmas day, and although it was an interesting and worthwhile experience, it only served to add to my distaste for Christmas.

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I have very few memories of Christmas as a child in the family home. This bothers me enormously. Why can't I recall these times? Our Christmas tree was a cypress pine. I suppose Dad used to cut it from the roadside near town. I can't remember. But at least I do remember the tree, coloured glass balls, and crepe paper streamers twisted across the ceiling.

At 11 years of age, I remember finding two brightly coloured plastic hoolah hoops behind Mum's wardrobe - Christmas presents for my sister and me. Mine was lime green. I was so disappointed not having a surprise for Christmas, all because I snooped. And at about 13 or 14 years of age, my mother sat up late on Christmas Eve at the sewing machine making my sister and me an apron for Christmas. Mine was blue checked gingham with a heart-shaped bib and trimmed with white rick-rack braid.

And the five of us walked with Mum to church for the one religious service we would attend - it was always after breakfast, but before we opened presents. Dad never came with us, and he never drove us. It was a long walk.

That's it! That is my total recollection of Christmas as a child and teenager at home. Why? Why can't I remember what we ate, or if I made gifts for my mother? It's as if these times of my life have just been wiped off the slate. It bothers me.

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Christmas with my own young children around me was fun. That period of my life seemed reasonably 'normal' at the time. But life turned very sour for me. Amid the sourness, I began to dread Christmas. With much work, I have moved on from that time, but left over anguish from troubled years refuses to completely heal. I don't know how to get rid of it, and I still dread Christmas.

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And there's so much waste. Excessiveness. Meaningless gestures. Hypocrisy. Hype. Expectation. It just doesn't sit well with me.

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In November, a friend and her husband left the town they had called home for such a long time, to retire to the coast. I invited them around for a meal, and we vowed to keep in touch. Knowing how difficult such a change would be, I felt sure she would be feeling a little lost on Christmas day, despite having her family around her. I didn't have her phone number, but I found a likely one in the directory and called her on Christmas morning.

She was surprised, and genuinely delighted that I had contacted her. Although we only saw each other sporadically while we lived in the same town, her delight at hearing from me at this challenging time in her life was the highlight of my day. . . . .Why?

I soon drifted back into the lustreless mood that has lasted for days.

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It will pass. It always does. I'm glad to see the back of Christmas every year. Right now I will remove the decorations from my tree, pack them away until next year, throw the tree into the trailer, and perhaps my state of mind will begin to lighten.

A meaningful gift: a bunch of faded home-grown roses.

A Christmas greeting

2009-12-24T16:17:00.003+11:00

Christmas is different things to different people. I hope readers of my blogs have a safe and pleasant Christmas season, followed by a healthy and satisfying 2010. To those who might be alone, or lonely, low in spirit or down in luck, I send a special cheerio, hoping you find reason to smile over the holiday period.

Grahame and I are volunteering at the local Samaritans charity luncheon for the lonely and disadvantaged of the region on Christmas day. Those who find themselves alone on Christmas day might find similar events in your area - please do take advantage of the services on offer and join in the Christmas fun.

We were going to head out to the bush for a few days of wandering and bird watching in the Pilliga Forests afterward, but we now find the northwest of the state is expecting flooding, so we will stay home and enjoy local nature pursuits in the cooler than usual temperatures that are predicted for the Hunter.

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I would like to say thank you and 'seasons greetings' to fellow bloggers who I enjoy reading, and who visit my blog - in particular Denis from Nature of Robertson, who shares my love and exasperation of terrestrial orchids. The work Denis puts into environmental awareness and action is admirable and inspirational. Likewise, local nature and environmental blogger /activist, Sharyn from The Woman on the Mountain, is an inspiration and a friendly nature lover with whom I can relate well.

Catherine from Slightly Nutty shares aspects of her life and thoughts on her blog. I'm so pleased I found her blog as I can identify with many of the issues that are near or dear to her. I'm also glad I found Tricia from Little eco footprints who is sharing her trials and tribulations of living her life in suburbia as environmentally sustainably as possible. Tricia is reasonably local (Newcastle), so her postings on local events and issues are of particular interest to me.

Bill is my friend. He shares his life challenges and achievements on Blogger Bill. He has valuable knowledge and life experience to share. Gouldiae always has entertaining tales to tell of his trips into nature and working in an outdoor environment.

Other nature blogs that I enjoy include: Esperance Blogs, where author William shares his extensive and expert knowledge of the environment, along with his good eye for detailed observation; Tyto Tony is always on the lookout for amazing photo opportunities of amazing wildlife of the Tyto Wetlands of Ingham; Duncan from Ben Cruachan - Natural History shares the natural wonders of his area of Victoria; and of course there are more.

You have all enriched my life. Merry Christmas to all !

Dressing the tree is somewhat of a family get-together tradition for me, so we ended up dressing a twig pruned from my daughter's overgrown garden well before Christmas when my son and his family visited from out of town. It's somewhat bedraggled now, but it was lovely when it was green. And the littlies haven't noticed that Ma's Christmas tree is falling to bits.

Gravid dragons

2009-12-17T14:05:00.004+11:00

Seeing lizards in the bush or in my garden always gives me a lot of pleasure. Where ever I can, I sit still and quiet and observe them as they go about their daily business of living. Dragon lizards are particular favourites of mine.

Dragon lizards (family Agamidae) are more abundant in semi-arid country than damper forests and coastal environments, but they can turn up anywhere.

Of particular interest to me, are the lizards I've seen recently that have obviously been carrying eggs. A gravid lizard will have visible 'lumps' along the flank of the belly in the latter stage of pregnancy.

An unidentified dragon lizard I photographed in the Stirling Range National Park (WA) in November 2009. The plump rounded series of bumps along the side of the belly are the eggs.

Dragon lizards lay soft parchment-shelled eggs. The female will excavate a hole or find a secure place to deposit her eggs, and she may have several clutches throughout the summer. Parchment-shelled eggs lose moisture rapidly when exposed to air, so a protective location must be found for the nest site.

According to reputable records, the sex of dragon lizard hatchlings is temperature-dependent. Both high and low incubation temperatures produce female offspring, while males are produced from intermediate temperatures. The critical period for determining the sex of the hatchling is apparently the middle one-third of incubation. It's all extremely interesting and complex.

I photographed this unidentified dragon in the Pilliga Forests of northwestern NSW. She is also fat with eggs. This could be an Eastern Bearded Dragon.

A close up of the egg bulges

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Once again, I apologise for posting pictures of dead animals on my blog, but I feel these images have scientific value. I had been observing a dragon lizard lounging around in a Callistemon at our campsite by the Gwydir River at Bingara in northwestern NSW in summer last year. A vehicle passed our camp far faster than was sensible, and shortly afterwards, I found this dead dragon lizard on the track.

It was obviously a pregnant female, and when it was squashed by the vehicle, the eggs must have been expelled. Most of the eggs were intact, but unfortunately I didn't have the stomach to investigate the contents of the eggs.

The exact position the lizard was laying after the vehicle's wheel found it....

And I flipped the lizard over.

I found a very interesting article on lizard egg incubation that contains some amazing observations:

Egg size matters for lizard sex.

A whale tale

2009-12-10T11:00:00.003+11:00

I wrestled with the rights and wrongs of posting up pictures of a dead animal on my blog, because the sight of a dead animal, especially a mammal, will always evoke negative emotions. So I apologise to any readers who might find this post upsetting, but I found the whole experience too interesting to keep it to myself.

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Amongst the many and varied natural places Lola showed me last month, was Nanarup Beach east of Albany in southern Western Australia. Nanarup Beach is popular with anglers, and is stunningly beautiful with a wide arc of clean sand, vegetated cliffs and dunes, and crystal clear surf.

Although Lola is physically disabled, with her determination and my assistance, she was able to access the beach. Our trips into the bush and to waterways are special occasions, and we always take away precious memories of our time together in the outdoors. I carried Lola's chair, and saw her safely settled with an ocean view before I wandered off exploring.

I was shocked to find parts of a dead whale, which Lola later learned had been a female Humpback Whale approximately 9 metres long. It had been dead for a week prior to beaching on 2nd November 2009.

This photograph of the dead Humpback Whale washed up on Nanarup Beach is courtesy of an environmental worker.

The first evidence of the mammal on the day of my visit to the beach (13th November 2009) was a huge blob of what appeared to be blubber. I had never previously seen anything like this, but I couldn't think of any other feasible identity of the mystery object.

And then I saw the tail. What an amazing sight! This was 11 days after the carcase had been washed up on the beach intact. I have no idea how the carcase became dismembered. The exposed section of the backbone was about 30cms diameter, and deeply pitted.

There was plenty more to grab my attention on Nanarup beach. Amongst the rocky outcrop on the western end of the beach was a large 'boulder' that looks every bit like a calcified root-ball of a tree.

Apparently, calcification occurs when plants are rapidly covered by lime-laden sand, preserved, and then exposed with the receding of the sand. I have no documentation of this structure on Nanarup Beach, but I am presuming this is a calcified tree root-ball.

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Lola had been entertained by the birdlife while I walked. She was thrilled to witness an Osprey grab a fish with its talons in a tidal backwater not far from where she was sitting. Death in nature sustains life, just as the whale carcase would have provided many a meal for other animals and birds.

My only hope is that the whale died of natural causes rather than irresponsibility or lack of care by humans.

Dryandra Woodland and endangered mammals

2009-11-27T11:05:00.010+11:00

The Dryandra Woodland is a place of special significance and remarkable nature. Last week, Lola and I spent three days exploring the Dryandra Woodland.

I find semi-arid woodland fascinating at any time, but Dryandra really is exceptional. And, according to authorities, this is one rare occurrence where we can indirectly credit industry for the saviour of native habitat. Apparently, if it wasn't for the establishment of the Mallet industry in the early 1900s, this 28,000ha remnant open Eucalypt woodland would almost certainly have been cleared along with the surrounding land for agriculture.

Brown Mallet Eucalypt woodland
(Euc.astringens)

Early in the 20th century, a significant industry was established harvesting bark from the Brown Mallet trees (Eucalyptus astringens). The bark is rich in high quality tannins, which were used for tanning leather products. As the supply of these valuable trees diminished, a Mallet plantation was established, with additional uses for the timber being found in high quality tool handles, fence posts and firewood.

Oddly, I noticed that most of the Mallet stands lacked undergrowth. However, there is a varied understory in much of the Wandoo woodland, with prolific flowering still occurring during our visit.

I will consider posting about the fascinating wildflowers of Dryandra, but for now I am keen to share the beauty and importance of the trees and mammals, and vital conservation work being carried out.

Driving through Wandoo woodland
at Dryandra Nature Conservation area

The beauty of Wandoo trees is extraordinary. The majority of Wandoo at Dryandra is Powderbark Wandoo (Euc. accedens), while there is also some White Gum Wandoo (Euc. wandoo).

The beauty of Wandoo

The appearence of the two Wandoo species is similar, and varied, but the Powderbark can be identified by the white powdery flakes that rub off easily with a gentle touch of the hand.

Stands of Rock Sheoak (Allocasuarina huegeliana) are also common, and attractive with their dense weeping foliage.

The area is named for the Dryandra shrubs of the woodland - Golden Dryandra (Banksia nobilis) and Prickly Dryandra (Banksia armata). Those people familiar with botanical nomenclature will be aware that Dryandras are now classified as Banksias. This is extremely confusing, and difficult to grasp for an amateur like me.

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An attractive, but poisonous plant common to the Dryandra Woodland is one of the Gastrolobiums. The leaf tips and seeds of this dense shrub contain monofluoroacetic acid, which is a key ingredient in the mammalian poison 1080. Some Western Australian herbivores have developed partial immunity to this poison by natural selection.

A close-up of the Gastrolobium leaves

The Gastrolobium shrubs of Dryandra Woodland

Laterite 'breakaways', or rocky, flat-topped hills are a common and interesting landform of the Dryandra Woodland.

But the Dryandra Woodland is all about preserving and protecting critically endangered mammals and their habitat.

Hidden in the Dryandra Woodland is an animal sanctuary called Barna Mia, which is a breeding and education facility. Many of Western Australia's native mammals have been eradicated from their former habitats because of predation by cats and foxes, cleared vegetation and changed fire regimes.

Due to habitat preservation, breeding programs and feral predator baiting, new populations of threatened animals are being established.

Barna Mia breeds endangered mammals in a fenced enclosure that excludes feral predators - the dalgyte (bilby), marl (western barred bandicoot), wurrup (rufous hare-wallaby), boodie (burrowing bettong), quenda (southern brown bandicoot), and woylie (brush-tailed bettong).

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Lola and I took part in a night time tour to view these nocturnal animals going about their business. We were lucky enough to see the bilby, marl, boodie, and woylie. It was such a thrill, and a real privillege to be allowed a glimpse into the secret lives of these fragile animals. It was an experience that neither of us will ever forget.

All but the bilby used their tiny hands in such a delicate fashion to handle their food - I was astounded by the big mouth and voracious eating habits of the bilby. But its long rabbit-like ears and recognisable appearance more than made up for its greedy table manners. I sat stunned by the sheer delight at seeing these beautiful animals up so close.

A red light was the only light shone on the animals

Unfortunately we didn't see a numbat, but wild sightings are not uncommon. Altogether, my stay in the Dryandra Woodland was an exceptional experience.

The Dryandra Woodland is situated on the western rim of the Wheat Belt 164km southeast of Perth, and I can not over emphasise the value of a visit to this remarkable pocket of nature.

Dryandra Woodland information

A blog INDEX

2009-11-23T10:27:00.010+11:00

I have created an index for my Journal Blog in an attempt to provide easy access to specific entries. This is over and above the list of 'labels' on the right-hand panel of my blog. Labels are excellent for collecting all posts together that contain similar subject matter, but when the collection of like-subjects is long, it can become a mammoth task sifting through the posts looking for particular details.

My index is not yet complete, but I will finish it as time permits, and update it with each additional entry. I have a link to the index in the panel on the right-hand side of my blog, immediately above 'Blog Archive' in the white box.

Take 'Environmental issues' for example: at present there are 6 entries under this label. I have divided this index page into sections, which at present include 'Bushfires', 'Consumerism issues', and 'Drought'. With the addition of future blog entries, I might also need to add headings like 'Endangered wildlife', or 'Feral species', or 'Habitat loss', etc. I aim to make posts easier for the reader to find.

I would be most grateful if readers could take a look at my index, and give me some feedback as to how it works (or doesn't work) for them.

Note: Like Denis Wilson of Nature of Robertson blog, I have unfortunately found it necessary to include the jumbled letters identification to my blog comments in order to try to eliminate the recent onslaught of spam comments. I am disappointed to have to resort to this, and I hope it doesn't prove too much of an inconvenience.

Eucalyptus macrocarpa (or possibly Euc. rhodantha) bursting into flower in the Dryandra Woodland in south-west Western Australia, November 2009. I was fortunate to see many stunning Eucalypts on my recent trip, and although this species is extraordinarily straggly and 'untidy', the incredibly beautiful details of flowers, buds, leaves, bark and limbs were a real treat for me. I will be posting up some of the encounters I had with Western Australia's fascinating nature soon.

The wonder of a special friend

2009-10-31T08:38:00.012+11:00

Does an extraordinary soul mate relationship occur only once in a life time? Where does it come from, and why? Is it destiny? And what does destiny mean anyhow?

I am uncomfortable using the word ‘fate’. ‘Fate’ is generally associated with tragedy or finality: fatal, fateful, fatalism - they all conjure up images of harmful strife, or death. The meaning of 'destiny’ is recorded in dictionaries as “a predetermined state; a foreordained condition; the fixed order of things". Is it possible that 'a fixed order of things’ really exists? Could there be a powerful force guiding us towards a pre-arranged physical meeting or event? Or does everything simply happen by ‘chance’? Or should we remove all ‘chance’ and ‘destiny’ from the equation and accept our whereabouts as ’choice’?

I firmly believe that humans experience life via more than the five accepted senses of sight, hearing, smell, touch and taste. There is something complex and indefinable within our soul that I might loosely label 'intuition’ - knowledge and wisdom we possess but have not physically been taught.

I do not completely reject the concept of destiny, but I am inclined to think that our intuition, or our responsiveness to our spiritual wisdom, prompts us to make some of the choices that lead us in a particular direction. Random chance, (luck, be it good luck or bad luck), must also play a role in all our journeys. But do we make our own luck, be it good or bad? Do our choices bring about the luck that affects our life?

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We are naturally drawn to like-minded people, but until I commenced nature blogging, I moved in the wrong circles, wondering all the while why I never encountered anyone 'like me’.

I didn’t yearn for that magic soul mate connection, because, not having experienced such a relationship, I had no comprehension of its true meaning or significance. I just wished for someone in my life who would understand me - I mean truly understand me. I presumed it was unattainable, so didn’t go looking for it. However, when it stared me in the face, I almost pushed it away; out of fear - fear of the unknown, fear of being hurt, fear of making a mistake, fear of finally not making a mistake.

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Lola found me on the Internet - more specifically, on my Nature Blog. Whilst blogging about my nature observations and life experiences, I have come into contact with some wonderful people who are leading inspiring lives. Most are sharing their observations and knowledge of nature, the environment, and their life’s journey. They are all making a positive difference to the world at large, in small but meaningful ways.

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Lola possesses extensive knowledge in various fields of nature gained over a lifetime of observing, participating in conservation projects, seeking and learning, and mixing with like-minded people. Her love of nature is profound; her appreciation and respect for nature brings her much joy and awareness. Despite this, she too had never stumbled upon the person with whom she would form an ineffable soul connection.

Upon finding my nature blog, Lola was delighted by my easy-to-read writing style, and impressed by my ability to convey information and create the appropriate atmosphere to connect the reader with the moment. And my photos touched her heart. She was drawn to the author and photographer of my blog. She contacted me to tell me so, and with perseverance from Lola, we embarked on a path that would lead us to a beautiful sharing of lives and souls.

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Tomorrow I am heading off on a three-week adventure with Lola.

Lola lives on the other side of Australia, so our meetings are limited. Lola is physically disabled, the results of two strokes. Doctors told her she would never walk again, but they were not familiar with Lola’s strength of character and determination. Lola walks, but with difficulty and pain. She drives - loves to drive. She is as active and as independent as she possibly can be, and has retained her bright, intelligent and inquiring mind to its full capacity. She loves to learn, and to experience life to the full. She loves to help others. She is an inspiration. But, by her own admission, Lola is approaching the end of her life. Together, Lola and I are making the most of every moment we can share, learning about life and love. We have a precious relationship that we both nurture and treasure.

Over the next few weeks, Lola and I will continue to get to know each other, although strangely, upon meeting for the first time, there was an indescribable connection giving us both the feeling that we had known each other all our lives. We are two very blessed people to have the opportunity to give so much to each other.

The gift of giving

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"If you give only what is easy to give, you can't grow. That is like giving away tomatoes when your garden is full of tomatoes. Sharing things that are important is like giving away tomatoes when you only have a few left - and you love tomatoes."

Gary Zukav

When I read the passage quoted above a couple of days ago, a light of recognition flicked on inside of me. Of course! What profoundly simple wisdom!

Over and above material sharing, is the gift of giving a part of yourself, like your time or patience; forgiveness or tolerance; a smile or kind word; a compliment or sharing of knowledge. These gifts are especially meaningful when they are difficult to give. Just imagine feeling low in spirits, or unwell, but despite your ailments, you smile at someone in the street. That smile might well be the highlight of that stranger's day.

Several months ago I learned something valuable: "if you do not accept a compliment gracefully, you are insulting the giver of the compliment". I have always had difficulty accepting compliments, presuming I am not worthy of the complimentary words, but since hearing this snippet of wisdom in a meeting, I have made a real effort to respond to compliments in a manner of appreciation and respect rather than my customary embarrassment.

I will be forever grateful for these words of wisdom.

Attempting to reduce my environmental footprint

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This post is designed to accompany my Climate Change Blog Action Day 2009 post entered on my Hunter Valley Backyard Nature site today.

I have not always been conscious of the degree of negative impact I as an individual make on the natural environment, but the older and wiser I become, the harder I try to choose sustainable lifestyle practices and impart my experience and enthusiasm to others. My blogs are a way of increasing awareness and interest amongst society, as other nature and lifestyle bloggers will know.

Mankind owes its existence to the Earth, but has mistreated the Earth, its life forms and natural systems to the extent we are now on the brink of emerging chaos.

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The Western world is ruled by misguided egos - individual, corporate and governmental. Consumerism is out of control. People crave goods and services and the illusory prestige and short-lived satisfaction that comes with continually collecting and upgrading possessions. But it is never enough, resulting in discontent, and further impulsive consuming.

Advertisers appeal to the human ego, bombarding us every day with flashy messages and clever slogans enticing us to become “happy, beautiful, popular, loved, rich, sexy, successful, powerful” simply by buying ‘this’ or ’that’ or subscribing to a particular trend. Money and power are sought and gained by people who promote consumerism. It is only the individual who can slow this madness.

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The Earth has limited resources - squandering these resources can not go on forever. Historically, the Earth could replenish itself as the human race took only what was necessary. Today’s population and selfish, excessive, wasteful lifestyles prohibit natural regeneration. When the developing and undeveloped nations of the world catch up with Western civilisation, our current indulgent lifestyle will be snatched from us. Famine and deprivation is inevitable.

‘Environmentalists’ or ‘conservationists’ are too often seen and portrayed as fanatical ‘tree-huggers’, and consequently dismissed as loonies. Without environmentally conscious people willing to make change and attempt to raise awareness, the Earth would be in a much more dire state than we currently find it. All it takes to become environmentally responsible is to seek information and make sound daily lifestyle choices.

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It is our individual responsibility to care for the health of our planet home. Along with recycling, reusing and refusing, I am constantly attempting to implement new strategies into my everyday life that will lessen my environmental footprint. These are my most recent endeavours:

Ceasing to buy tissues. Now, to the environmentally conscious person, it must sound like an easy and obvious decision to give up facial tissues. I’m sorry, it hasn’t been easy for me, but with encouragement from a friend, I am in the process of switching from tissues to handkerchiefs. Besides presuming tissues to be more hygienic than hankies, my main dilemma was the laundering process - I detested the idea of snotty hankies tumbling around the washing machine with my undies or towels. Ok, it might sound comical, but I am going to hand-wash them.

Collecting and using my washing-machine water. Actually, I have done this for years, but now that we’re living in a rented house, we have to make do with available plumbing. Previously, my handyman husband diverted my laundry outlet onto trees and lawn. I am going to collect my used laundry water in buckets (I have an outside laundry, which makes the job easier), and slosh it onto my gardens - I’m sure my herbs, ferns, flowers and potatoes will thank me.

Achieve ‘no waste’ where food is concerned. I am conscious about waste, but sometimes the bread goes green before it’s all used, or the last of the potatoes start to wrinkle, or I’m tempted to buy too much fresh produce on shopping day, and some is beyond its best before I get around to using it - things like that, not deliberate or large-scale wastefulness. So, I will take more care with my shopping, pay more attention to my fridge, and devise ways to use or distribute excess.

I am going to attempt to reduce my household’s electricity consumption.

Except for grocery shopping, I shall walk up town to do tasks and keep appointments.

I will reduce what goes into my garbage collection, therefore reducing my contribution to land-fill.

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Everything we do has an impact upon our natural environment, but by appreciating and respecting our privilege to share in the Earth's resources, we can make sound daily choices without limiting the fun, convenience, and joy our modern lifestyles give us. Be thoughtful and clever.

I am living more closely with the earth, and I am restoring balance into my life. I am becoming more aware of my surroundings. Life is precious.

Nature is keeping an eye on us!

I would be grateful if readers would read my Blog Action Day Climate Change entry here as it goes hand-in-hand with this post. Thank you.

Index - Spirituality

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Spiritual comfort - 17 December 2007
I explore my quest for spiritual comfort.

An inner peace experience - 28 April 2007
Relating a strangely spiritual experience of inner peace.

A walk in Werakata National Park - 13 October 2008
Struggling with emotional turmoil, a walk amongst nature proved excellent therapy.

The beauty of trees - 8 December 2008
From mighty forest giants to straggly desert mallee, trees stir the depths of my soul.

Dawn chorus in the bush - 21 January 2009
Experiences the dawning of the day can be a spiritual experience.

Rainforest and little surfies - 3 February 2009
A place of solitude; thoughts dissolve and the spirit of Nature enters my body.

What is Widya Asih? and other questions - 21 April 2009
Gathering courage to integrate into the community, and learning about community.

Missing beauty - 18 July 2009
The beauty and aliveness of Nature rarely fails to make a profound impression on me.

Coming home - 7 October 2009
I am a complicated person with simple needs. Coming home is always a joy.

The wonder of a special friend - 31 October 2009
The friendship that Lola and I share is a touching of our spirits.

An Angel's Kiss - 15 April 2010
I wrote a poem about baby Mya's death

Index - stroke

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A family crisis - 22 May 2009

My 73 year-0ld mother suffered a stroke. Three weeks later I found the strength of mind to write about it.

Where's my mother - 13 June 2009
I am a parent losing a parent - I acknowledge reality but I am struggling to cope with the cruelty of life.

Stroke rehabilitation - 24 June 2009
I am heartened by the extent of Mum's recovery.

Index - medical issues

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A family crisis - 22 May 2009

Index - my home and garden

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Living with dragons - 12 February 2008
How delightful it is to share my yard with wild lizards.

Autumn at home - 11 March 2008
The crisp air and glorious light of autumn mornings provides such pleasure.

Winter at home - 19 July 2008
There's something special about frosty mornings.

Moving house - 28 May 2009
I will miss my garden and surrounds, but my new garden is providing surprises.

A window into winter - 9 June 2009
I have a lovely room from which to watch winter take hold.

Stroke rehabilitation - 24 June 2009
Mystery bulbs and colourful falling leaves reflect the mystery cycle of human life.

Garden surprises - 14 August 2009
As unidentified plants flower in my new garden, I am presented with delightful surprises.

Coming home - 7 October 2009
It is always a joy to come home.

Index - Snippet and Sentiments posts

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Books 1 entry

Camping 4 entries

Community 2 entries

Death 2 entries

Environmental issues 7 entries

Extraordinary 6 entries

Friendship 7 entries

Hunter Valley locations 6 entries

Lola 6 entries

Medical issues 3 entries

Mental health 9 entries

My extended family 8 entries

My family 10 entries

My home and garden 7 entries

My husband 3 entries

My husband and me 4 entries

My marriage 3 entries

My parents 5 entries

Personal struggles 4 entries

Personal triumphs 7 entries

Spirituality 9 entries

Stroke 3 entries

Trips 21 entries

Women's health 3 entries

Index - Hunter Valley locations

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Barrington Tops NP

A walk in Barrington Tops NP - 01 - 20 October 2008
Butterfly Orchid (Sarcochilus australis), and the Williams River.

Orchids in the Barringtons - 29 January 2009
Tangle Orchid (Plectorrhiza tridentata) and Blotched Hyacinth Orchid (Dipodium punctatum).

Werakata NP

A walk in Werakata National Park - 13 October 2008
Frogs, flora and birds of Werakata NP, Cessnock.

A walk in Werakata National Park - 02 - 22 October 2008
Nesting birds.

Miscellaneous Hunter places

Driving myself around the bend - 31 March 2008
Battery Rock formation, Merriwa. An amazing rocky outcrop.

Exploring Hunter Valley back roads - 01 - 25 January 2009
Wallaby Scrub Road, Noses Peak Road, Bulga, Yengo NP.

Orchid and fungus hunting at Hunter Region Botanic Gardens - 30 June 2009
Heatherbrae (Pacific Hwy north of Hexham). Excellent walking and nature watching.

Index - Extraordinary

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Remarkable nature 01 - 4 April 2009
A Wolf Spider biggy-backing her spiderlings submerges in water when she is threatened, and emerges dry, with her babies still clinging to her.

Driving myself around the bend - 31 March 2009
An amazing rocky outcrop, The Battery, near Merriwa NSW.

Queensland camping trip - Seaforth - 31 August 2009
A tiny water insect casts a large and amusing shadow on the river bed.

Queensland camping trip - H-track and a missing man - 8 September 2009
24 August 2009, a walker goes missing from Paluma.

Queensland camping trip - an unlucky spider and a lucky crab - 13 September 2009
We find a large Mud Crab out of water, and return it to the wild.

Queensland camping trip - the weird and the beautiful - 18 September 2009
A plant called Balanophora fungosa parasitises roots of tropical trees.

A whale tale - 10 December 2009
I find parts of a whale washed up on a beach

Index - environmental issues

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Bushfires

The Victorian bushfire tragedy - the animals - 12 February 2009
The human, property and community loss is devastating, but what about the loss of animals.

National Day of Mourning - Quentin Bryce's message - 23 February 2009
A memorial service following devastating Victorian bushfires.

Consumerism issues

What a lot of rubbish - 22 December 2008
The unseen problems of discarded domestic rubbish

An over-populated planet - 3 June 2009
Humankind's demand has exceeded the planets regenerative capacity - we are living beyond our means.

Attempting to reduce my environmental footprint - 15 October 2009
Individuals can, and do, make a difference. Awareness is important.

Drought

Life and death in a shrinking waterhole - 25 February 2008
Even when small waterholes dry up, animals suffer.

Animal deaths

A whale tale - 10th December 2009
I find parts of a whale carcass on a beach.

Index - camping

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From a tent to a camper - 6 August 2008
We have always camped in a tent; we have now purchased a camper van.

Interior of our camper - 16 October 2008
Descriptions and pictures of the interior of our Jayco Penguin Camper Trailer.

Great bush camps 01 - 17 October 2008
Chain of Lagoons north of Taroom in inland Qld.

Dawn chorus in the bush - 21 January 2009
A bush camp by the Gwydir River at Bingara NW NSW

Index - community

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What is Widhya Asih, and other questions - 21 February 2009
Singleton: Two inspiring women talk about their charity work. Friendly church women create a community gathering.

National Day of Mourning - Quentin Bryce's message - 23 February 2009
Australia: The nation pauses for a national day of mourning following the fatal Victorian bushfires.

Index - Books

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Books I've read 01 - 8 February 2009
Woman on the mountain by Sharyn Munro - non fiction - a woman lives an alternate lifestyle alone off the beaten track. Excellent read; inspiring.

Index - death

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Death - unknown territory - 26 December 2009
My father-in-law dies of a long illness.

Rest in peace, baby Mya - 23 September 2008
My son and his wife bury their still-born child.

An Angel's Kiss - 15 April 2010
I wrote a poem about baby Mya's death.