Tag Archives: Twenty First Century

Instructions On How To Change The World: 3 Steps

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Look at this

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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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Ice Bucket Challenge: Do You Even Know What It’s For?

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I have just been looking at the whole “Ice Bucket Challenge
and wondering . . .
WTF ?!?

I discovered,
that it is all about raising much needed funds for Amyotrophic Lateral Sclerosis often referred to as Lou Gehrig’s Disease.

But you could forgiven for having NO idea
as to what the whole “Ice Bucket Challenge” was all about.

Wouldn’t it be interesting to discover just who had donated to the ALS cause,
after completing the Ice Bucket Challenge?

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Who DID donate?

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I Miss My Beloved Jack So Much

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Jack in January 2006

Jack in January 2006, after a walk on the beach and then a roll in the red gravel of the carpark!

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I just miss holding him. I love him so much.
My heart aches.

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There is usually little joy in the mundane activity of grocery shopping. Traipsing up and down aisles, scratching itemised produce from a list and the eventual wrestle with plastic shopping bags & their contents – does not a fun time make.

But today, I didn’t find it so taxing,
as I only needed to purchase the necessary items to make my all-time-favourite meal . . . . Spag Bog.
Yummmmmmm.

And as a bonus, on my way home I was listening to Lewie McKirdy on Triple J this afternoon, and he mentioned a video he was currently addicted to. After a fair bit of sleuthing online, I finally stumbled on to this frickin’ fantastic music video by Canadian songstress Kiesza (pronounced Kaiser).

Watch and listen while being transported to 1989.
(Coincidentally this is the year Kiesza was born – jaysus, I am SO old!!!)

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My god,
the dance moves, the clothes . . . . . the memories!

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