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I began my working career as a reluctant potato peeler whilst waiting to commence my training as a student nurse. On completion I worked mainly in intensive care/coronary care; finishing my hospital career as clinical nurse educator in intensive care. A life changing period as a resort owner/manager on the island of Tanna in Vanuatu was followed by recovery time as a farmer at Bucca Wauka. Having discovered I was no farmer and vowing never again to own an animal bigger than myself I took on the Barrington General Store. Here we also ran a five star restaurant. Working the shop of a day 7am - 6pm followed by the restaurant until late was surprisingly more stressful than Tanna. On the sale we decided to retire and renovate our house with the help of a builder friend. Now believing we knew everything about building we set to constructing our own house. Just finished a coal mine decided to set up in our backyard. Definitely time to retire we moved to Queensland. I had been writing a manuscript for some time. In the desire to complete this I enrolled in a post grad certificate in creative Industries which I completed 2013. Commenced a masters by research in 2014.
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I scream, you scream, we all scream for ice cream. Especially after a day’s surfing. Salt water followed by ice cream – definitely the cherry on the top.
In response to Weekly Photo Challenge.
Fear is the most destructive of human emotions, in my opinion. It can be fear on a purely personal level or fear held by the masses and played on by politicians and the media for their own ends. This fear of the masses can lead to radical behaviours, the rise to power of people such as Trump and in my country Pauline Hansen, and the average nice person feeling anger and hatred towards certain sectors within our society.
With my young nephews staying I can see the effect that constant broadcasting of horrific world events has on them. It has become obvious to me that children are no longer free to be children. Luckily my nephews seem to know that individuals are people just like themselves with the same needs and desires, pains and hurts. I guess that is helped by them living in Geneva where they have first hand contact with many nationalities and are close to the agencies that are trying to minimise the differences in health care between countries, advance human rights and world peace. Despite this – they are still scared.
It is because people are afraid that they latch on to those that have radical ideas that violate the conventions of human rights, advocating fences being built to keep people out, mandatory detention and many more. I believe however that these radical ideas just create more fear in the societies they are aimed at and create a huge disparity between people. What must it be like being a Moslem in a world that hates you. What must it be like to be a Christian yet have a name like Ahmed, Hussein. Is it any wonder that children growing up in families that are not radical islam see atrocities to other moslems and also have to deal with hatred towards themselves. Is it any wonder that some will turn to radicalism as they become the oppressed.
I think out media have a lot to answer for. I know that many will disagree with me but I believe that people’s tragedy sells papers, especially terrorism so every incident that occurs is depicted as an act of terrorism. Take the siege in the Lindt café. A sole person with a known history of violence and mental health problems. The maniac in Nice. Also a man with known mental health issues. By reporting these incidences as acts of terrorism rather than the actions of sick madmen we are feeding the fear in western civilisation and making ISIS and other organisations appear more terrifying than they are. These organisations attract the weak minorities and those that are sick because because it allows them to latch on. Being part of a gang can make them feel as though they are part of something. That they are not alone. That they are not just thugs and outcasts in society. Although I believe in freedom of the Press I also believe that the Press should be responsible in their reporting. Yes, these incidents should be reported but not over-reported. They should not focus on the radical groups. I feel that the media is serving the radicals by adding to the fear of the people.
The politicians are the same. It suits them to wind up their constituents fear. In my lifetime in Australia I have seen this tactic from our pollies time and time again.
Sadly it often hinges on racism, religion and political beliefs . We’ve had the yellow peril, reds under the bed, boat people and now refugees.
I came across Waleed Aly’s youtube and it spoke to me and I needed to share it.
I know that many will have different view points but ask yourself if you are speaking from fear. I too am afraid but I don’t see our current methods working. I see a world degenerating into a world which makes me more afraid.
I have been saying for a long time now – I would like to have a debate on what kind of world we want to live in. Britain has started that debate with Brexit. In the States and elsewhere Black Lives do matter. Perhaps gun control is a place to start. With fewer people armed perhaps the police would not be so frightened. Again it is fear that makes them hit the trigger quickly.
We have to work out ways of lessening our fear and it would seem to me that holding out hands in friendship would be a good place to start.
We hired a boat for a couple of hours. It was a beautiful day despite the cloud cover. For winter, it was warm. That alone was enough to make you smile. We pulled up near a sand bar where a man was already fishing. Probably he lost his smile when we arrived. My youngest nephew insisted he wanted to fish. In reality he wanted us to fish and whilst he would go visit the fisherman on the island. Off he went making friends with the man’s dog, shouting across that the fellow had caught lots of fish. His buckets were full. He had three lines going and we saw him pull in a huge fish and an undersize whiting within minutes of arriving.
I was the first in our boat to get a bite but it was my brother who caught both our fish.
The first was an undersize flathead, we were informed by the fisherman in the other boat.
I had thought it was a catfish with poisonous barbs so the towel came out to hold him with. Removing the hook was a horrible process. We felt like torturers but our smiles were wide as we threw him back in and off he swiftly swam.
Our next fish bent the rod and put up a battle. A whiting of legal length. We could keep it. (Again we had to thank the other chap for passing on his knowledge.)
My youngest nephew was thrilled. He was going to have the entire fishing experience. But who was going to kill it and how do you kill it. My older nephew argued to release it back. “No” insisted the younger. We looked at the knife and then suggested he might like to do the deed. At that point the hook was removed and the fish thrown back to probably be caught later by the chap on the sandbar. Would it be that silly? At least we had smiles on our faces.
Criss crossing the road outside Melbourne’s Flinders Street Railway Station, tracks for trams (now called light rail) line the street.
It would appear the world over that tracks are similar whether for tram, conventional rail
or rack rail.
In museums rails are unchanged
and in miniature
steam engines on rails sit
and transport tourists from miniature station to station.
These gouges in a coffee table look just like rails. I wonder what these tracks could tell.
In response to Cee’s Fun Foto Challenge