Say a Little Prayer

I was going to write this week about how hemmed in I was feeling after being in the city for almost two weeks and how excited I was feeling at the prospect of open spaces and three hundred and sixty degree views of the horizon as I crossed the Breeza Plain, instead of bitumen, cement and skyscrapers. I was also eager to get back to the comforts of my own home and spend time with my family.

But considering what is happening in other parts of our world and just how many people have suffered the loss of innocent family members and friends, it all seems very shallow.

I think instead I’ll focus my thoughts and energy on saying a silent prayer for lives lost; a quiet thank you to the heavens over the open expanses for the freedoms we enjoy; and look forward to still being able to hug each member of my family when I arrive home.

For the remainder of my travel time I will be thinking about the terrible sense of loss those left behind must be feeling and hope that you will spare them a thought as well.

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Creating Change

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The CWA of NSW State Executive Committee is meeting this week to deliberate the business of the Association and make the decisions that are necessary for the management and future of our organisation. As usual it is a busy week so I’ll be brief (if that’s possible!)

Representatives from across the state and from all walks of life come together for business during the day and as with any gathering be they male, female or both, some socialising into the evening.

I envisage any (CWA) husband reading this will be rolling his eyes and chortling to himself as he calculates the decibel level of 39 women in a confined space, who have only been able to use a small percentage of their 2,000 word allowance for the day. He will imagine them all talking at once whilst appearing to listen which, in our minds is multi-tasking! He might also be a little concerned about what the balance owing on the next credit card bill might be – don’t worry on my watch they’re too busy to indulge in any retail therapy. No responsibility accepted though for trips from and to home.

Getting back to the point I want to make about the social part of this week. Its function is not to gossip and partake of too many drinks, it’s about sharing stories, building trust and camaraderie so that expressing an opinion during debates, which may differ from your peers, does not mean ostracism at the end of the day.

Similarly the business sessions are an indirect avenue to encourage and foster new skills, build confidence, capacity and expression that often empower women, who otherwise might not feel confident enough, to use those new found talents in other activities in their communities.

For the small percentage of members who will have the privilege and opportunity to serve at this level it also provides the chance to make contacts all over the state and often results in lifelong friendships being formed. So not only are we getting the business done, we are up skilling at the same time; multi-tasking again!

On a completely different subject I have one comment that has been bouncing around in my head since the start of the week and this provides an opportunity to set if free; when my boys were growing up I always thought Ian Thorpe was such a fantastic role model for them … I still do.

What goes around, comes around …

I recently had cause to troll through some old Country Woman magazines and try as I might to stick to the task at hand, I kept allowing myself to be distracted by all sorts of other interesting finds (like how to tenderise my husband!). Consequently my research took much longer than originally planned but provided me with a revelation which I can now share with you; these “snippets” are not our first! I haven’t discovered when they started or how often or long they ran for yet, but here is one for you to enjoy from August 1980, whilst contemplating karma, as I did. And in case you are curious, I will include how to tenderise a husband as well (July 1977). Cheers!

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