All Is Well ...

I find myself reflecting today. Flashbacks of my colourful past interchange with possibilities of my future like a revolving, old fashioned kaleidoscope. One I remember owning as a child.

Brilliant, coordinated rainbow images sporadically appear, interwoven with darker shades to accentuate the extensive, melancholic piece of my soul. I'm aware of the ample, ungoverned grief I carry, lingering silently throughout my heart like spider veins. I have learned to accept and embrace the residue of sorrows as pieces of my incarnated jigsaw puzzle.

Clutching a coffee, I sit down on the hard, timber bench in the carpark, strategically placed to admire the vast, sparkling ocean before me. It's a picture-perfect day and I take in the magnificent, intoxicating sight.

The sweeping beach is completely isolated bar a few visiting seagulls. The tide looks to be declining, as the sand appears largely wet and smooth, imprinting the birds' webbed feet as they dance. The salt water had earlier, laboriously it seems, touched the edges of the sand dunes to now let go and surrender to the pulse of the earth. It leaves proof of its industrious energy along the coastline with gifts of drift wood and seaweed.

The retreating waves now placidly roll into the shore and gently break in shallow waters. Their diamond blue colour alters to a brown tinge as it scoops up the sand and swirls it around, similar to a washing machine cycle.

As I look afar, the inconceivable colorations of blues meet in a straight line and unite distinctively at the horizon. There are no clouds to envision, but a mystical sea mist is faintly beginning to waft in the far distance.

As I take another sip of my coffee, a slight breeze arrives and blends in with the serene ambiance, cooling my sun-cocooned body. I feel the back of my neck beginning to sting a little from the glorious, but intense rays. I'm aware of the sun's danger, but how wonderful if feels to be hugged by comforting warmth.

As I absorb the beautiful setting, I become almost hypnotised from its rhythmic heartbeat. The gentle waves continuously roll in and voice calming, welcoming notes. Ones that resonate with my own vibration and impress a reassuring justification of my life's choices. I feel heartened all is as it was intended.

I deeply inhale the fresh, healing, sea air and my body instantly slows and alleviates my questioning, swirling thoughts. I realise every decision I've made, has guided me to this point in time. I acknowledge I could easily have journeyed down differing roads had I chosen otherwise when faced with cross sections. However, significant circumstances were also occasionally out of my control, influenced by outside forces. These events dramatically changed my life story - more than once. Sometimes I still silently wonder, what if ...

Do I wear regrets? Some. These revolve mostly around not standing up for myself to retain the peace of my environment. By remaining passive, I assured myself I was the bigger person. Yet I have learned otherwise. Too often have I sacrificed myself for others' egos. 'Confrontational' is a rare adjective to describe my character, but at times I understand it's essential to calmly bare my soul in favour of personal dignity, self respect and a desire to be heard. I can thank time, growth and maturity for this insight.

I drink the last mouthful of my coffee and feel thankful for all the incredible, meaningful footprints impressed over decades upon my soul. I may not be wealthy, but I am overflowing with abundance at heart.

As I enter my autumn years, I know many more surprises will appear from left field. Some will be exhilarating, others not so much. However, I'm sure each one will reap the rewards of my reactions because I am strong of body and mind. I have a lifetime of grooming and training under my belt and no matter what may eventuate, I know I can conquer anything that is thrown my way. As the powerful whisper of the expansive ocean confirms and encourages my belief, I feel triumphant and an all-consuming peace.

Suddenly, I am surprised by a woman wearing a wide-brimmed hat. Not noticing her on the beach, she had climbed up the relatively steep stairs to return to her awaiting car in the parking lot. "Hello. Beautiful day!" I enthusiastically say. "It's perfect," she answers with a smile. "Are you from Melbourne?" she asks. I wonder whether this question passes over her lips because my jubilation is obvious. Maybe I give her the impression I am admiring this magnificent view for the first time. Perhaps, in a sense I am. "No," I answer, "I'm fortunate to live in this beautiful area." "You lucky thing," she replies as she heads towards her vehicle. "Yes, I truly am," I agree.

I would at this point in time love nothing more than to scurry down to the beach and plunge into the beckoning ocean, clothes and all, however it is time to leave for work. I drive off feeling an enormous amount of gratitude for the elixir of nature and my unassuming role within its compelling entirety.

Yes, I am indeed extremely lucky.

Volunteers: Our Planet's Humble Heroes

Woven within our globe are countless, unassuming, proactive people to be found if we take the time to notice. These souls, who often prefer to remain anonymous, give up their precious hours to quietly achieve outcomes greatly benefitting their communities.

Whether these folk maintain and nurture town gardens because they care about their township's presentation, or help out in local not for profit organisations, they often do this silently without expectations of rewards. The gift they each receive is a satisfying sense of achievement, knowing they play a purposeful role in assisting their much loved community to blossom and prosper.

Offering up our time voluntarily can present in many forms and is a wonderful service for all involved. We have an opportunity to learn new skills, while we make a genuine difference. Consequently, connections can sprout among newfound friends and our lives become more colorful as our personal growth flourishes.

There are numerous social community services and government sectors, which appreciate, and often depend on the public's personal time and expertise, such as assisting educational institutions or emergency services. Joining a philanthropic association or helping to deliver meals on wheels in your local area are further examples of vital, meaningful roles. Becoming a youth sports or music coach, or volunteering in an animal welfare shelter are tasks just as valuable.

Volunteer work offers us so many choices. If we have limited time, our contribution may be to facilitate or take part in an annual fundraiser for a worthy cause. Birthday presents could be replaced with charitable donations towards a chosen not for profit organisation. We could knit blankets and beanies for the homeless shelters or donate our preloved goods to recycling shops.

Brightening up an elderly or visually impaired person's day by reading them stories, walking their beloved dog or mowing their lawn, grants us just as much joy as they feel. We could plant a tree, pick up rubbish we spot in our travels or bake a cake to surprise someone living on their own.

The list is never-ending. If you're interested in volunteering, explore your interests and research opportunities in those fields. You're bound to find the perfect activity, enabling your skills to shine and be welcomed with open arms.

Innumerable volunteering heroes are contributing their thread across our planet's tapestry and we thank each and every one of you for your time and effort. Your selflessness and generosity is commendable and plays such an invaluable role within our unique, earthly hub. Aristotle, the ancient Greek philosopher, once said, "The essence of life is to serve others and do good." These small or wide-reaching acts trigger ripple affects which continuously create beauty within our world.

These four, gorgeous girls from Melbourne, Australia had just completed a marathon walk in aid of a reputable mental health support organisation.

Welcome Back Melbourne

You could feel the jubilation in the air as South Gippsland came alive on the weekend. Melburnians were finally freed from the corona virus induced 'ring of steel' and ventured down to our beautiful part of the world in droves.

People flocked to South Gippsland with caravans, water sports toys and motorcross bikes. Farm utes took a back seat as cars, bicycles and road bikes dominated our country roads to reunite with family and/or feel the freedom of sand between their toes. 

Holiday home owners were spotted busily nurturing their neglected homes and gardens. Some were surprised by squatting reptiles, which needed removing before any work could commence.

Fishing platforms were occupied by enthusiastic fisherman trying their luck. The traffic at jetties welcomed water skiers, kayakers and more anglers in boats or on land.

The warm weather turned it on for beach crowds relishing in seaside activities or market enthusiasts strolling around local stalls. Day and evening businesses, adhering to on-going corona virus restrictions, were once again enjoying an influx of customers. 

It was a pleasing sight to see our country paradise awaken. Welcome Back Melbourne! We're happy for. We can all pat ourselves on the back for a job well done. It's been a long, tedious road, but Victoria is finally healing and heading in the right direction.

The Evoking Magic of South Gippsland

I reside and predominantly work on a beautiful cattle farm in Middle Tarwin. I'm a born and bred city girl and through unexpected circumstances, suddenly found myself trading a social career for complete serenity and solitude. Although the move was exciting and a positive lifestyle change, it proved to be an extraordinary transition on many levels.

Initially I concentrated on cleaning up the new acreage. I disposed of copious amounts of rubbish and scrap metal, cunningly hidden from view. Some was disguised or half buried in paddocks, while much was concealed deep within the hearts of bushy shrubs. Strange, I remember thinking.

I learnt such unfamiliar tasks as pulling down aged, rusty fence wire and manually replacing fence posts, all towards the improvement of the property. It was liberating dirtying my hands and I slept like a baby at night, satisfied with my physical achievements.

I spent most days alone appreciating the diverse, mesmerising sounds of nature, while curious cattle stood near, supervising my every move. It was wonderful, but felt surreal and completely foreign to the life I was accustomed to.

After a laborious nine months I began wishing the steers would join in on my one-sided conversations, as their big, beautiful, brown eyes were no longer quenching my social needs. The honeymoon was over and, although I loved my country life with all my precious, adopted animals, there was something missing. It didn’t take too long to decipher what that was.

Predominantly throughout my life, I had been employed in a service role, passionately assisting individuals to heal and grow. This opportunity initially arose through a nursing capacity, later within the addictions arena. I worked for a reputable, not-for-profit organisation for ten years, engaged in various programs. My roles were challenging, fulfilling, often frustrating and at times, extremely heartbreaking. It was imperative I nurtured my mental and emotional health.

So here I was, suddenly immersed in the rawness of mother earth, happily soaking in the fresh, clean air as the sun kissed my face. It was humbling, but was my purpose forever more to nurture the farm and the animals? Would my life now consist of patching fences, ensuring sufficient fuel is stored for the farm equipment and frequently changing the pump oil? I contemplated these questions for many months and suddenly one day it dawned on me.

I was exactly where I was meant to be!

I felt I was granted the opportunity to recuperate from the daily norm of actively listening to anguish and pain, years on end. Perhaps this was my reward for choosing to assist others. A gift of solitude and healing. Once I acknowledged this insight, my restlessness somewhat subsided and contentment prevailed. However, the niggling whisper to promote positivity beyond my organic bubble continued.

Upon reflection, I remembered I once loved to pen my words. In fact, during my adolescence, regular journaling supported me through challenging, teenage years. My thoughts, converted into black and white, fell powerfully into consecutive, rightful perspectives; each one comforting my juvenile concerns with comprehensible rhyme and reason. I recall, I happily retreated for hours on end into my private world, totally oblivious to my surroundings. Quite simply, journaling made my heart sing. However, that was in another lifetime ...

I wondered if my jubilation for writing still existed. Perhaps it was buried deep within under life's endless priorities and responsibilities. If I attempted to document my thoughts, would stirring, thought-provoking words come to fruition? I knew the vast internet was resourceful and an awaiting, global stage to host my heartfelt perceptions, but a cloud of self-doubt loomed near.

Soon after, I remember strolling through a paddock one summer's day to check on some cattle new to the farm. It was the most glorious weather, brilliant blue skies and not a breath of wind. Reality abruptly hit home and to my surprise, I was suddenly overcome with emotion. I took the time to sit down in the lush, damp grass and closed my eyes to absorb the expansive environment with my remaining senses.

The celestial symphony of the land, in all its glory, bared its soul and brought tears to my shut eyes. The scent of the spicy, seeded grass tickled the inside of my nose as I listened intently to the magnificent choir of darting, native birds and spasmodic, laughing kookaburras. In the distance a koala growled, while the gently flowing ripples of the nearby Tarwin River hummed a soothing, background tune. I sensed the shuffle of curious cattle cautiously heading my way, all the while relishing in the warm caress of the sun.

Doused with profound tranquillity, I breathed as one, in complete harmony with the essence of the earth. It was incredible, and in that moment, I felt invincible and free like never before.

It was this sublime occurrence which prompted me to capture my feelings on paper, never to forget the heavenly experience. Whether I chose to share my story or not, I felt it was imperative I write it down - with as much sincerity and emotion as possible - as a cherish-able, personal keepsake.

To my delight, the words flowed quickly and easily as I breathed new life into my dormant pastime. The moments relived in my mind, filtered through my spirit and out through my right hand like honey oozes off a metal spoon ... and my heart sang once again.

It was on this day I was assured I had planted fresh roots in a special part of the world. It seemed the magic of South Gippsland awoke and stimulated my forgotten ardour, allowing my creativity to soar.

I was thrilled and have since met many, local artists and artisans, who too believe the seed of their creativity sprouted not long after relocating to this stunning area. Some have admirably transformed their passions into fruitful vocations and are well known and respected throughout the region. None are surprised when I share I am once again relishing in writing.

Since that profound moment I picked up a pen, I continue to be inspired to write narratives of the light and shade of my rural life, absorbing the wisdom they offer. I also found the courage to share my stories through numerous avenues, hoping they fall into the laps of those who benefit most from my heartfelt words. I wish, at the very least, my pieces bring smiles to readers' faces.

Sometimes my tales are amusing as ridiculous or embarrassing events spontaneously occur. Occasionally, as I reminisce of dear, departed individuals or adored, farm pets, overwhelming grief unexpectedly spills onto beckoning pages. My heartaches allow themselves to unshackle from self-preservation. Typically, my pieces are fuelled with honest, raw emotions as personal challenges or situations arise, however the beautiful, uplifting energy of South Gippsland is always interwoven within my words.

I am enveloped with peace and serenity in a way I have never known or ever thought possible. When I sit amidst my country paradise and allow my thoughts to materialise onto a blank page, my cup is overflowing with joy and appreciation.

Through the written word, I embrace and treasure a meaningful purpose to my otherwise busy lifestyle, and with only pen and paper needed, I feel privileged to pursue my renewed passion whenever I wish. On the odd occasions my words cease to flow easily, all I need do is wander over the vast, picturesque land and align my soul with stunning South Gippsland's heartbeat, and for that I am truly thankful.

An Enchanted Road Garden

Since relocating to South Gippsland many years ago, I regularly drive down a particular stretch of road which, especially in spring, never fails to take my breath away.

Country roadsides typically display wild, overgrown flora between distinctive property entrances. This is my perception as I travel from Tarwin Lower to Leongatha - until I turn into Whitelaws Track in Leongatha South. Suddenly the surrounding, untamed greenery transforms into spectacular gardens.

As I proceed, I find myself amidst beautiful, landscaped grounds, which spill out onto both roadsides from a private property. The extensive nature strips blossom with cultivated, nourished, deciduous trees, shrubs and flowers, emanating every colour of the rainbow. It's truly an outstanding sight and each time, I feel I am journeying through an enchanted garden.

Endearing locals, Hoopy and Val Deenen, are the proud, passionate caretakers behind the scenes. Twenty-five years ago they purchased a two acre property in Whitelaws Track and over time, with passion and laborious work, a wonderland emerged.

Hoopy explains, "Initially the roadsides wore thick walls of mature blackberry bushes. In fact, the area was so overgrown, it was impossible to erect or replace fences on property boundaries. After a tedious task of spraying, culling and burning the noxious weeds, a clean slate emerged in preparation for my vision."

Utilising their horticulture skills and love for gardening, Hoopy and Val created their own piece of paradise, one step at a time.

Beginning with their substantial yard, they designed and grew a stunning, serene space to relax and appreciate. Hoopy says, "As we don't own house pets, native birdlife and animals visit often, and are seemingly unafraid. It's customary for us to watch hares hopping through our garden or a kangaroo stopping by as we enjoy a cup of tea. All varieties of local birds constantly dance around our shrubs and we feed magnificent king parrots daily. We've also established a lovely, tranquil, private spot for our visiting friends to park their caravans."

The Deenens have admirably grown a wondrous, idyllic utopia, incorporating a multitude of diverse vegetation. Their innovative ideas came alive and exhibit a magical array of blossoming colours all year round.

Val and Hoopy affirm, "Although outside our property boundary is crown land, we've converted the thirty feet wide nature strips from dense, weed scrub to a colourful oasis. Our motivation is to share beauty with everyone."

Over the years plenty of passerbys have stopped to admire the gardens and to chat with Hoopy, who is typically spotted nurturing his beloved foliage. Many were Melburnians venturing down to their favourite holiday destinations. Even a car club once pulled up its train of vintage cars to take a closer look at the picturesque, fruitful land. Hoopy excitedly claims, "People constantly slow down as they pass by or stop to take photos. It's wonderful to see our creation offers so much joy."

Val and Hoopy assure me the upkeep is not as monumental as one would think, as the garden itself is established. It's the weeds that endlessly scream for attention. However, Hoopy diligently keeps on top of the undergrowth, while he uses a ride-on mower to trim the lawns.

The striking acreage is, no doubt, Val and Hoopy's pride and joy. They especially delight in the tubes of gum trees they planted years ago, now prominently standing sturdy and tall along the road. These evergreens will outlast generations to come if unharmed, and will eventually become one of the Deenen's legacies, along with their impressive, manicured gardens.

Val & Hoopy Deenen

A Christmas Gift Idea

Christmas is just around the corner! It seems this crazy year is flying by faster than previous years, although how can that be?

Is you budget a little tight, thanks to covid-19? Are you clueless as you begin to search your mind for perfect Christmas presents to surprise your nearest and dearest?

Here's an idea, which will give you as much pleasure as the recipients are sure to experience.

Why don't you take the time to write personalised, heartfelt letters to family members or kindred spirits, capturing your perception of them.

The letters will tug at their heart strings as you share sincere thoughts, summarising their strengths and quirky ways. Alternatively, humour could fill the pages for the more reserved writers.

Envision the person you're writing about and trust whatever springs to mind. Allow your words to flow until you're satisfied you've written all you wish to convey. Then creatively customise the keepsakes, according to each recipient's taste, and send via snail mail or place under the Christmas tree.

A timeless, unique gift to treasure, no amount of money can buy ...