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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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Nothing I have seen has given me an appreciation of the elements, air, water, wind, and fire in one place more than in the geothermal regions of the world. In this case New Zealand. The earth cannot be ignored. It is stark, sometimes colourful. Always powerful.
It lets you know of the fire burning deep within its surface heating all that lies near. The water reaches boiling point and has to find a way to the surface the pressure becomes so great. The conduit being small and the pressure high it sends the boiling water high into the air above.
As your awareness of the earth is at its height so is your awareness of the air around you. It is not country fresh nor city polluted. It is the ‘smell of hell’ as the ancients called the acrid stink of sulphur.
Suddenly a puff of wind blows the vapour honing in your awareness of the wind.
In response to weekly photo challenge
For skywatch Friday where skies round the world are recorded.
Monthly, Paula gives us five words to use as we will. You can pick one or all and post one photo or many. The five words this month are setting, nubilous, motley, growth, and nautical.
It was a nubilous, cold day in our nautical setting, despite it being the middle of summer. The motley group that braved the elements and sat on top of the lighter shivered and became more varied as they added layer upon layer of varied, colourful garments. We were the first to spy specks in the distance. “Look” cried one woman. We peered following the direction of her pointed finger. Tree growth was apparent but as we watched and came nearer the town grew.
We often think of tortoises as being slow. Most of us have probably grown up with the story of the hair and the tortoise. Slow and steady wins the race.
There are however a number of slow animals such as the Australian wombat.
These short-legged muscular marsupials are the closest relative to the koala. Their pouch faces backwards so they can dig a burrow without throwing dirt in their baby’s face.
As they are slow moving they are safest when they are in their burrow. They have a large solid plate in their backside which they use to crush predators to death on the roof of their burrow.
As an eight year old my Father first played me this book put to orchestral music. It was so emotive and sad I have never forgotten it.
In response to Paula’s prompt for Thursday’s Special
The Royal Stupas in Phnom Penn are typical of stupas throughout Asia. Buddah set out the design which they all follow – The body is cremated and the relics, often divided in four and placed in four different places. Buddah in demonstrating the type of structure folded his yellow robe over and over until it was roughly a cube and then placed his begging bowl on top. The square and the dome are present in every stupa although the style of the dome may vary.
A very different style of burial is seen in the churchyards of Christian churches. In the early years churches controlled burials and they had to occur on consecrated ground. They could refuse burial to those they did not think worthy (suicide was a common reason) and the families of the deceased often had to dig the grave..
With a father who was a minister we came across a lot of churchyards from an early age. This one was at Ebeneezer, at the oldest Presbyterian Church in Australia. I always read the inscriptions on the tombstones and felt sad about the early deaths of so many.
Eventually, often for reasons of health, church graveyards were replaced by municipal cemeteries. These tended to be sited away from where the populous lived but were often still divided into denominations. This old cemetery was interesting from a historical point of view and also a beautiful place to be.
The Akaroa cemetery had the Anglican, Catholic, Dissenters and Public sections. The dissenters section was below the catholic section and was opened in 1873. This was the last resting place of mainly Presbyterians.
I would have liked to know Jerry Kieffer, the enigma eccentric visionary. Spike Milligan also had an inscription that made you smile ” I told you I was ill.”
In Wellington in the old cemetery that now lies on either side of an expressway Harry Holland – Prime Minister – stands with bottom bared. Something that one doesn’t often see in a cemetery.
In Greenland white crosses dot the countryside. It is difficult to bury in the rocky terrain and piles of rocks are often used.
In Vietnam a mausoleum holds the embalmed body of Ho Chi Minh. The atmosphere is kept cool. A military body guard protects. The body lies in a glass case.
The queue to view is long and guards enforce dress code and behaviour. I stood and slowly the queue moved ever forward like a snake slithering with purpose. Once there the flow kept you moving. There was no stopping for a really close examination and no photos were allowed.
For the average person in Vietnam the cottage industry supplies a coffin. In this area marble must have been plentiful.
In response to Cee’s Fun Foto Challenge