Tag Archives: The Bright Side

Instructions On How To Change The World: 3 Steps

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Make the disparity smaller . . . .

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Charity: Water

Girl Up

Kiva

Oprah Winfrey Leadership Academy

Pencils Of Promise

Virgin Unite

World Vision: Child Sponsorship

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Because every child deserves to be raised
to be healthy, happy, safe and educated

with the hope of a long life. 

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Information Overwhelm in Today’s World

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Just a week ago, Pip from Meet Me At Mikes published a pretty full-on post: “How to beat information overwhelm and still care about the world“. It’s about how we have a tendency to click past or mute anything that is tragic or confronting. Earthquakes, genocide, terrorism, economic collapse – sometimes it IS all too much.

But is switching off the answer?

Pip talked about chemical reactions our bodies have when we get this feeling of overwhelm. She talked about our social conform driven by Social Media. She discussed our glazed eyes at the news.

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BUT, she also discussed ways in which to deal with – a pretty big deal in my opinion. She didn’t ignore the reality of our lives and all the stimulus we are exposed to, instead she used it as a perfect example of how to attack this Overwhelm and how to still make amazing change in our communities and the world at large.

Although it is a hefty read (you need a good 10 minutes, uninterrupted!), it is genuinely worth it. It is insightful and intelligent and gives us all hope that we aren’t all sheep.

 

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Check out my comment at the end of the post, as I discuss how I deal with Overwhelm . . .

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For instance, this is not a normal occurrence in Oz.

Although in saying that, last year I did have a kangaroo stuck in my backyard and I don’t live in middle of suburbia, I certainly don’t live in the bush either. I live in a rapidly expanding and quite large town (officially a City, but come on!) in the South West of Australia and although we do have a mob of kangaroos living in a large paddock on the edge of town, I’d hardly say a kangaroo in the backyard is a normal thing.

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Why The Death Of A Dog I’ve Never Met, Broke Me

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You would be forgiven for believing that we have never lived in a more dangerous and deadly age.
Death penalty by firing squad.
Deadly earthquakes.
Extremists murdering school children.
Deadly riots in the ‘Land of the Free’.

However, the truth is the opposite.

We live in the safest ‘age’ since we evolved into being 200,000 years ago. Although this knowledge doesn’t really dampen the genuine sorrow following the tragedies we have seen in the past week. Carnage and death all over our blue planet. Mostly by our own hands.

However, it’s not any one of these tragedies, nor the combined sadness of them all that dropped me into a sea of sadness this evening.

It was the death of a dog that I have never met.

My online friend Mel, lost her beloved poodle just recently. And I sobbed as I read her words. I crumpled  in my chair and covered my face with my hands, and sobbed. I still feel utterly wretched at losing Horatio and Jack eleven months ago. Almost a year – I can’t quite believe that number.

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Ginger having a nap after a bedtime story

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Despite all the human casualties that have passed in the near gone days, only the news of Ginger’s death was enough to make me succumb to misery. Dogs are such genuinely wonderful creatures whose hearts are larger than their earthly bodies. All they do is give.

But somehow I need to move past my sadness, so I will attempt to empower myself with the words that Mel shared about her departed pooch . . .

 . . . . ” all pets returning to their healthy state, trotting around with butterflies and birds”.

So my Beloved Jack & Horatio – please take Ginger under your wings and show him around. Show him where the sweetest water is, where the sunniest patch is and take him to your fluffy warm bed each night.

I know you’ll all be best buds.

I love you.
Thank you for loving me all those years.

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Nepal and A Window

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Do you every truly appreciate how lucky you are?
I mean REALLY appreciate?!?

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I look at the photos of Nepal and feel sick to my stomach.
The carnage caused my Mother Nature on a completely peaceful and generous peoples, makes me feel nauseous. I know that ‘Western’ lives were lost, but in truth I feel more for the villagers and farmers who have been decimated.

They can’t get on a plane and fly somewhere else.
Fly away.

If you, like me, would like to make the smallest of difference to the life of these people then I am begging you to please donate to Charity:Water NOW.  Charity:Water has been providing clean water to villages in Nepal since 2010. They are making a clear and positive difference to lives that deserve better.

They deserve our compassion and empathy.

Don’t just sit there feeling like shit and turning your eyes when the news feed pops up and shows you the devastation . . . . help fix it!

The donation screen automatically shows US$100, but I can’t afford that – I only have $5 to donate. But $5 from ten people is $50, and $5 from one hundred people is $500. Your money will make a difference no matter how small the contribution.

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Go change the world peeps!

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In other news, I have just ordered a new kitchen window from China.
Yep from Alibaba.com.

I have my lean and poor little fingers firmly crossed, that I am not just throwing away $515 (AUS).
Money that took me eight nights of hard yakka to earn.

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But here’s why I’m taking the risk . . . .

The window
* is constructed by a Chinese subsidiary of a German company
* complies with not only Australian Safety Standards but also EU standards
* is double glazed (holy sheeeet!)
* that has solid aluminium construction
* will be shipped to my capital city in just five weeks

I got a quote from a local supplier for a the same size window that was
* only single glazed
* was half the thickness in aluminium framing
* cost $1200 (yep – more than four times the cost)
* available in four weeks

Now you can see why I am taking the risk with my meagre funds.

And although I am a massive supporter of ‘Buy Local’, the truth is that my ‘local’ could be doing exactly what I’m doing – send the details to China and get it manufactured and shipped here.

They could open a dialogue with a company in China, build a strong relationship and then put 25%-50% on all orders. For none of the work, other than a few emails. They could still make a profit and remain open.

We have to start thinking globally when we want our businesses to survive.
We have to make the World Wide Web work for us.

Well, that’s my two bobs worth anyway 😉

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An Itchy Ear Canal + 22 Years

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An Itchy Ear Canal

Lots of people get hayfever.
It’s a buggar of a thing that is more debilitating than we like to give credit to.

I am not unique in suffering from it nor are my symptoms unusual in sufferers. However, some of the symptoms that manifest aren’t talked about very much in general public – you know like on the antihistamine ads on the telly – and I need to do something about that.

Now I do exhibit the normal list of identified complaints such as itchy eyes, tickled nose, sneezing, hives and irritated soft palate (roof of my mouth),
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I also suffer from less talked about maladies of the condition, that I am aware others suffer from. Some of them are absolute rippers, too!

The absolute worst of which is when my inner ear canal gets irritated and itchy. I swear it is an amazingly surreal situation to have an itch in a place you cannot scratch.

Not that I don’t give it a red hot ‘go’.

I have tried to gain some relief by poking around in my ear with a number of items, the least dangerous being my little finger and the least intelligent being a toothpick. But that’s not all . . . how about a letter opener, cotton buds, bobby pins and a wooden skewer!?! Are you starting to see how irritating it must be to have this particular hayfever malady?

To be honest with you though, I am utterly grateful to live in a country that supplies cheap and easy-to-access antihistamines and to live in a part of the country that isn’t a total dust bowl.

See!
There’s always a bright side 😉

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22 Years

How passionate are you? Is there some fire burning in you on a deep level about an issue that is really important to you. A social issue? A wrong that you need to right?

I do, although I don’t know anybody who is aware of it.
I want to permanently change the Foster Care system in Australia so that it is a world leader in the care and nurturing of children who are at risk.

If you ask me how I’m going to do this – I can’t tell you why.
‘Cause I just don’t know.

If you ask me how long it will take – I’m not going to be able to say.
‘Cause I have no idea.

Then I saw this story about an ‘Everyman’ in rural India – a dude called Dashrath Manjhi – who ploughed fields (by hand!!!) to make a living,
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he also spent twenty two years to cut a highway through a mountain.

Why?
To link his poor and isolated village with the more affluent and advanced village on the other side of the mountain.

How?
With a hammer and chisel!

No shit!

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And it makes me look at my hidden passion, and reaffirms that I need not place a timeline on my goal to make change. I can chip away at it. Moving one obstacle at a time, and I can be flexible as to how to attack the next stage of the process. I don’t have to look at the enormity of my task, I can simply look at making an impact in any way that I can.

Instead of seeing the mountain, I am going to see the highway.

 

Being An Empath – In This Heartless World

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Life’s pretty hard in a normal kinda way – let’s face it.

Depending on where you were born you may encounter famine, slavery, mutilation, abuse, police brutality, gender bias, poverty, harassment, persecution, infanticide, unemployment, poor/no education, economic prejudice . . . . . .

Now I was born into a family of six that included a Mum & a Dad plus four children, where I was the eldest. We had a roof over our heads, we always had food and a warm bed. I had (relatively) free education until I was seventeen. I was allowed to have a boyfriend. I am allowed to marry whomever I choose. I’m allowed to apply for any job or career I want. The police aren’t allowed to abuse or detain me. I am protected by the same laws as all the other citizens in my country. I have the same skin colour as the majority of those in my country and therefore face no discernible injustices. I have access to free or affordable (as compared to our GDP) healthcare, including feminine hygiene products, GP’s, hospital, dental and ambulance. I have the capacity to rent a high quality computer and have access to fast and large internet downloads. I have the opportunity to grow and learn and reach my full potential, if I choose to stop living the life of an excuse maker or blamer.

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I am MORE than lucky in life.

I have been gifted by pure happenstance at birth, the chance to become whoever I dream of being. More than two thirds of the world’s population, that’s over 4 BILLION people – are not given this opportunity. Which is why I have been working so hard to turn my life around and

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EVERY day, I find something to be grateful for, and list five specific elements of that thing. I am trying to collate a Gratitude Journal, however time sometimes disallows this. In my mind though, it is going off like a firecracker!

But this doesn’t mean that I am casting a Blanket Of Complacence over my life, simply because I am grateful for what I have – on the contrary.

Being an Empath means that my whole life I have felt like I had to fighting for others’ causes as they were being persecuted or simply not given the advantages of Life that I had been. I would really fight. Battle! Swing metaphoric punches and in general look for confrontation. Because there is a lot that still has to change. There is still so much that is happening on this beautiful Blue Planet that is wrong – I just didn’t know that I didn’t have to be the one to fix it all.

 

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But over time I have read a lot of books, and subscribed to words of many bloggers and watched countless videos online and viewed umpteen beautiful and powerful movies via DVD. I have used these amazing publications to build a kinder world for myself. A place where I am growing into the real Pia, and in response my psyche is healing. I am seeing, that as am Empath I can still be happy while offering solutions to others who are not as happy or safe or cared for, as me.

It is a big deal to grant yourself permission to be happy and content when you are acutely aware of the pain of others. A BIG deal.

But the analogy of the oxygen mask on a plane if just the best way to justify this – ALWAYS put your own oxygen mask on first, before fitting them on others. You simply cannot help more people if you have already passed-out yourself.

Help yourself, then help others.

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That’s some good advice wouldn’t you agree?!?

 

Me

Feb 2015

 

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