Tag Archives: Honour

Miley Cyrus – A Strategic & Intelligent Young Woman

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I have a definite opinion of Miss Cyrus, which I will share when it’s not 12:40am (like it is now).

I think that she has an incredible strength and sense of who she is,
and where she is heading.

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25th April, 2015

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I didn’t make it to the Dawn Service this year.

I didn’t get to bed until 2:30am and the thought of a 5:00am rise, plus a full day of renovations then four+ hours of work at the very end of the day, meant that the very thought made me feel exhausted.

For the first year ever, the Dawn Service in my town was moved away from our ANZAC Memorial Park. It has grown so big over the years, and realising that 2015 was the 100th anniversary of the Gallipoli Landing , the crowds were going to be bigger than the park itself.

So it was moved to our beach foreshore.

Every year that I have attended the Dawn Service, there have been at least 500 people. Old, young, middle aged. Infants, small children, teenagers. It is such a solemn occasion that not a single person makes a sound. Even the youngest child is quiet.

This year they had over 4000 people attend. Even the foreshore park was not big enough and people were spilling onto the roads.

Thank you Busselton. Thank you for cherishing those we have lost over the generations and for showing respect for the sacrifice that comes with war. For all those involved.

Did you go to a Dawn Service somewhere?

Try to go next year – you will never regret the small sacrifice of an early (and cold) rise to show that you honour the sacrifice of those past and present who defend our country.

If you , like me, would like to make just the smallest contribution to those returning service men & women, then perhaps you could donate $5 to the ONE organisation that actively cares for our returned groups –  the Australian Defence Force Assistance Trust. This Trust channels funds into real and genuinely effective programs for returned service personnel.

Just $5.

Lest we forget!

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What’s Your Most Public Wrong?

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Not so long ago, when I was battling with a severe turn in my war with Clinical Depression, I wrote a post about how noone in the world is so important that they make a difference. A difference of any measure or proportion.

And if you read it,
I’m sure you wanted to tell me just how wrong I was.

But it wasn’t ME that was speaking – it was the Black Dog.
The ugly voice that seeps into my skull and winds it way through every tendril and synapse of my brain.

My Clinical Depression is a beast that has made me question the validity and purpose of Homo sapien sapien on our beautiful Blue Planet.
Our net worth.
We seem to cause so much more destruction than we do innovation, and humanity itself vipers back onto itself repeatedly to cause such misery.

In truth, it is Mankind’s (& I use this gender specific term deliberately)
that I have a problem with.

In 2014 I faced the most basal knowledge of humanity and the ultimate purpose of us being in existence. I desperately sought some minuscule grain of hope that would give me a more wondrous outlook on the future of us all.
Even the tiniest glimmer of better things ahead.

And what did I discover?

That the Hope that I desperately seek, is not in grandiose or mammoth achievement or pursuits . . . . .
. . . it is in the tiny things that we do in our every lives that make Life sing with Purpose.

The kindness, compassion and honesty that are the keystones of a “Good Person” are what create a beautiful community and a world worth living in.

It is the granny who collects rubbish in the park as she goes on her evening walk.
It is the rock star who speaks to an autistic fan with true ‘is-ness’.
It is the homeless man who adopts and cares for a stray dog.
It is the nun who uses church funds to open a home for poor & the ill.
It is the mother who who goes without new clothes for five years, so that her children can attend a better school.
It is the Wealthy man who shares all his knowledge rather than hordes it.
It is the broken & alone woman who allows her ‘best friend’ to attack her verbally, because she know that her BF is in pain and just needs to yell.

It is actually the undocumented ‘goods’ that happen every day in every corner of our world, that make Humanity and our existence real.
And it is these ‘goods’ that make life worth living and each new day worth looking forward to.

Clinical Depression steals the view we have of this possibility.

It clouds what is really in front of us and instead throws up a murky curtain, a vision, of our greatest dread. A completely false vision.
Without my medication I would not be able to push that illegitimate vision aside and see the truth.

In fact – I wouldn’t even be here.

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A Quiet, Polite Girl

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Like any normal human, I have ‘baggage’.

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‘Issues’ from my past that crop up from time to time, affecting my present life. Although it is true, that I have made more of an effort than most (especially in my family) to reconcile myself with painful elements of my younger years, in truth, I am actually crap at this whole ‘Life’ thing.

You see I was of the Generation that . . . . .
. . . was brought up to never say “No” to an adult, to keep quiet when being scolded, to just accept mistakes made by others (including food orders at a restaurant), to never whinge and to always offer to help others even if it came at a personal cost.

I also grew up in a fairly religious and socially narrow household. I was brought up to believe that I HAD to wear my long hair ‘up’ (in a ponytail) except when you went to church (as opposed to school, going to a friend’s or to a birthday party), that wearing makeup before you were 18 made you a harlet, that popular music was anti-christian (and was definitely forbidden on Sundays), that kissing boys led to sex, and that sex was a dirty and painful business.

Even more acutely, as the eldest of four children I had a unique set of expectations put upon me, like; keep the younger ones safe, if the younger ones are naughty – I get in trouble, I had to lead by example, the ‘rules’ were toughest on me (as the first) and, I had to mature the quickest.

By the age of nineteen I was aware that my family life was pretty skewed and having lived through some fairly violent behaviour from our brother, the estrangement from our narcissistic father, bouts of depression + alcoholism + an attempted suicide by our mother (on the eve of my nineteenth birthday), and pretty severe poverty – my sisters and I were in bad shape.

And the tragedy is – from 1989, when I turned nineteen & my sisters were eighteen & sixteen – my two sisters and I all had to forge a life. A life based on a lot of pain and disassociation. The friendships and romantic relationships we made from that point, are what guided us to be the women we are today. Like every other person walking this Earth, some of those connections were pretty awful. And they had longterm repercussions.

I personally think that both my sisters have ‘issues’ that they are not able to face let alone deal with – but that’s life.
Isn’t it?!?

As 2014 comes to a close, despite the one thousand stories and one million thoughts that I still want to document and share, I am choosing a new direction for my life.

I will be saying “No” & “Fuck Off” a lot more often.
To all the negatives and all the bullies and to all of the elements of this world that have in the past, sucked the lifeblood from my soul, to the “Might over Right” mentality that we live amongst – I am saying “Fuck right off!!!”.

I will be prioritising my health and my happiness.
My little Purple Paper House will become my number two goal.

And after that?
I don’t know.

But I am full of intention to use the second half of my life, to be filled with Joy and the Wonder I once had oozing from me. I will find a way to make my Dreams come true.

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Mis-Quoting Churchill

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“For evil to flourish, it’s only necessary for good men to do nothing”.

Edmond Burke

The above quote is regularly attributed to Winston Churchill, but in reality it is a misquote from 18th Century philosopher Edmund Burke. But no matter it’s original source, the sentiment of the quote is so VERY important.

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Man Therapy

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I think it is well established that
a) I have a sense of humour
b) I have Clinical Depression
c) I like helping people

In that spirit –
* if you’re a bloke,
* with a mental health issue
(now or in the past)
* you still have a diaphragm with which to laugh
* you actually DON’T WANT to have a mental health issue
(now or in the future),
. . .
then check out this site.

You’ll bloody piss yourself laughing.

THE Office

THE Office

Seriously – go now!

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This 1/2 Hour Video, May Very Well Change Your Life’s Purpose . . .

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I have spent the last 24 months trying to reevaluate
how I want my life to move forward
since closing my bricks and mortar shop,
after it failed financially.

I have enrolled in a NY Business Course (via www)
and I’ve been reading numerous texts.
I’ve created my “Inspiration Wall”,
and I have been watching relevant videos on youtube and TED Talks.

And tonight
I watched this half hour video
– which seems like such a long video –
but in reality
it zoomed by . . .

If you have EVER wanted to make a difference in the world,
then you HAVE to watch this video.

You HAVE to.

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