The Fine Line Between Empathy and Rescuing ...

My heart bled for you as I watched you struggle; the constant self loathing and uncontrollable, abusive behaviour powerfully dragging you into a state of no man's land. At this point you said you ceased to feel and preferred it that way. How afraid I was of finding your lifeless body during one of my many visits.

Destructive self sabotage was your ally when I sought employment opportunities, tempting you with a purpose to drag you out of your dark hell. You declined the offers with endless, justified excuses. I knew your fear of failure debilitated your will to try again. Another fated disappointment would surely tip you over the edge.

I threw you many life lines in my denial of how sick you really were.

I desperately wanted you to find your way home and to realise how cherished you were and how amazing your life could be. I wished you could see yourself through my eyes – your talents, your tenderness, your selflessness. The strength and resilience I knew you possessed were now dormant deep within and hidden behind your wall of hopelessness. I prayed for you to embrace your wholeness, not just your demons.

I led you to therapy, hoping it would safely permit you to spew forth your immeasurable, overwhelming angst and pain. You were battling in such solitude and it frightened me terribly. You claimed you didn't feel comfortable and were unable to connect with the practitioner. He failed to understand.

It didn't help you were quietly intoxicated.

I placed your name on various detoxification centres' waiting lists and finally an opening arrived. I remember how elated I was and couldn't wait to share the good news. After you detoxed from your poison you would progress to a residential rehabilitation centre I'd organised. You would be professionally guided and supported to rise from the embers ready to grab life by the horns once more. 

Yes, I had it all planned out. 

We decided on a time I would pick you up to take you to your first step towards healing. Gosh that felt good and brought with it such relief. However, you were nowhere to be found the day I excitedly arrived. I realised then, not 'We' had decided on a time, but 'I'. I remember my heart broke into a million pieces and I sobbed a waterfall of restrained, powerless, despairing tears as I numbly sat in my car outside your home.

I wised up that particular day.

I understood, although I desperately yearned to, I couldn't rescue you from your despondency. I couldn't save you, no matter how fuelled and altruistic my intentions. I couldn't haul you along by the hand believing I knew how best to find you your answers. It wasn't up to me. However determined I felt to make things right, it was your journey, not mine. I realised I had to step back, as difficult and heartbreaking as it was, and continue to walk beside you, following your lead at whatever pace that happened to be.

Yet I could be your sounding board; a trusting, emotional, support to lean on. I would make sure your body ingested much-needed nourishment when you forgot to eat. I would catch you when your pain was too great to bear and silently cradle you in my arms. I would be there when you hopefully, wholeheartedly decided it was time for change. I would assist you to put structures in place to move you forward out of your dark, deadly oblivion.

I loved you endlessly and while it immensely pained me, I just couldn't run your race ...

The Time of Our Lives

Well, spring has arrived!

How incredibly quickly this year is flying by, despite the restraining, unsettling pandemic circumstances overshadowing our lives. Gippsland's fertile soil is waking up and coming alive with all the colours of the rainbow. The sun is finally radiating welcoming warmth, while the grass accelerates its growth. The birds are busily, vocally building their nests intending to expand their families, as are most creatures in this idyllic season. It's definitely a delight to see and feels comforting and uplifting – if we take the time to notice. Sadly,  life's organic, wondrous pleasures are easily overlooked and taken for granted.

We typically seem to get caught up in life's fast pace and wonder how rapidly the days, weeks and months rush by. Time is something we generally perceive as scarce, surprisingly even during the restrictive pandemic periods. It appears to make little difference as we conform, compromise and redirect our energies toward suitable tasks among fluctuating, mandatory coronavirus-induced constraints. Pandemic or not, there are always fundamentals to achieve, complete or rectify noted on mental or solid to-do lists anticipating our attention. The past nineteen months have granted us opportunities to tackle these dormant nudges typically earmarked for rainy days.

However, constantly chasing our tails, moving hastily from one responsibility or chore to another, we tend to focus on the outcome and often forget to enjoy the ride. Our tunnel vision commonly prohibits us from noticing the collective magic continually showering our existence with light and shade as we progress throughout each day.

According to esteemed physicists time is not real. It is simply an illusion made up of human memories. Everything that has ever been and ever will be, is happening right now. If this is indeed accurate, isn't it fruitful for us to slow down and create beautiful memories of each moment we are fortunate to enjoy? After all, each moment of our lives is one we have never lived before and will never live again.

Engaging all our senses, we are gifted to embrace and fully absorb every activity, experience or interaction as it arises. No matter how mundane, insignificant or even fleeting some occurrences may seem, there is always an offering of emotional, fulfilling nourishment. We just need to allow ourselves the time, or learn to be fully present to define the heartfelt purposes and beauty within each instance. Ultimately, the present moment is all we are ever promised.

So as we bid winter farewell, let's declutter our thoughts, spring clean our attitudes and allow mindfulness to blossom. Let's wipe our slates clean and start a new, refreshing chapter by welcoming our stunning, rural spring with eyes wide open and a new-found spring in our step. Slowing to become aware of the abundant blessings we receive throughout our days, no matter how minuscule, will surely achieve a sense of fulfilling gratitude and contentment, regardless of the uncertain, looming COVID-19 cloud.

Who knows, we may even begin to believe time is actually on our side.

Oak & Swan Sourdough

There's something unique and welcoming strolling amidst outdoor, rural farmers market stalls, especially if the sun is shining. The combination of radiating colours, freshly baked treats and the wafts of delicious aromas tease and excite our senses. The greenery, the music, the simultaneous echoes of happy conversations, the diverse, local products and beverages all contribute to the endearing, uplifting and personal ambiance of a community hub. One stall holder, who regularly frequents Foster's monthly Prom Country Farmers Market in South Gippsland is Betsy Evans, typically accompanied by one of her two helpful sons.

Betsy is a delight. Her approachable, friendly manner emanates her enjoyment of market days as she cheerfully engages with fellow stall holders and customers. Betsy along with her husband, Greg, are wholesalers and meeting customers is a rare opportunity, especially loyal, reoccurring ones.

"That's why market days are very special," Betsy claimed.

Betsy and Greg along with their three children are the proud owners of Oak & Swan Sourdough – a small family-owned and operated, organic wood-fired bakery on a beautiful, undulating, one hundred acre property in Mirboo North.

Betsy was born in Leongatha and grew up eating delicious, homemade bread emerging fresh and hot from a combustion stove. Her English grandmother, who sadly passed away two years ago, was Betsy's most significant influencer in life and, along with Betsy's mother, passed down her knowledge and skills. Consequently, Betsy learnt and loved to bake bread at a young age.

Having lived in various parts of Gippsland over the years, Betsy and Greg were continually drawn to return to the familiar rolling, green hills of South Gippsland. It was seven years ago they moved back from East Gippsland to create a permanent paradise for themselves, and for their children to grow up in.

Betsy voiced, "It's hard work striving to be self-sufficient, while managing a business and maintaining a regenerative farm model, but such a privilege to live on a rural property. Our children, Liam 12, Lucas 11 and Stella 9, love spending time outdoors and each are a wonderful help on the farm. That's when they're not tearing down the driveway on a mattress-topped billy cart!"

The lush, picturesque land boasts a substantial fresh-water gully, a large, spring-fed dam (great for swimming in during long summer days) and native trees. Aged pines stand proudly on top of a hill, while young planted trees grow between paddocks. The farm also showcases a large vegetable garden, approximately fifty fruit trees - from citrus to nuts to avocados - and beef cattle. The family laboriously plants over one thousand native trees each year to continue the regrowth cycle of wood burnt in the bakery's wood-fired oven.

The Oak & Swan Sourdough manifested through Betsy's love for bread, while Greg's handy plumbing background proved vital to bring the project into fruition. Sourdough - made from unsifted, freshly-milled flour, which makes the bread much tastier and more nutritious -  became the speciality through a growing awareness and passion for good food. The bakery was named in light of two beautiful, one hundred and twenty year old oak trees growing beside the farm dam, which host the nesting of swans.

The Evans family create their sourdough from scratch using only organic flour, rain water and salt. Each week the flour is freshly stone-ground milled in an Austrian grain mill, ensuring its natural goodness without additives. It is then added to a starter culture, initiated from organic wholegrain flour and rain water, before each bake. Depending on which type of bread it is to be, organic wholegrains, seeds, nuts, vegetables, herbs, fruit, spices, rain water and salt are added. The ingredients are then slowly and gently mixed in a one-arm mixer before the dough is long-rested. It is then divided and shaped by hand before being long-rested again. Once ready, the loaves are loaded into the wood-fired oven for baking.

The oven is a forty loaf Allan Scott oven. Built into the side of the bakery, it is fired with the farm's pine and scrap hardwood before each bake. Once the oven is heated and the fire burnt away, the ashes are raked out and the internal bricks are cleaned with a damp cloth. The dough loaves are then loaded inside with a wooden peel. Several batches of bread are baked by the residual oven heat. In between firings, the oven's retained heat is used for drying fruit, toasting ingredients and other baking requiring a lower temperature.

The Evans family has come a long way establishing their lifestyle, business and their sales of goods through retail stores. Besides sourdough breads, they also offer muesli crackers, pancake mix, an assortment of sweet buns and milk-fresh flour. As a wholesaler, their popular products are requested from areas of Warragul to Kilcunda and back to Meeniyan.

However, Betsy confesses, "Small business owners are challenged in these pandemic times. It hasn't been easy and the unforeseeable future is impossible to read. I feel for all the small operators, but we need to stay positive and hopeful."

Betsy's beloved, ever-encouraging grandmother instilled in her to follow her dreams. Betsy was taught, anything is possible if you have the confidence to believe in yourself and the courage to take risks. With this inspiring guidance the Evans family's aspirations will surely continue to blossom, while we have the opportunity to reap the delectable rewards.

Delicious sourdough 

Stunning Mirboo North property in South Gippsland.

Please Do The Right Thing ...

Visiting my local IGA supermarket last week I was disappointed to see a few customers not wearing masks. I couldn't help but notice their naked faces among a sea of eyes I have involuntarily become accustomed to. I was told this happens periodically infact, only that morning a maskless couple with a young baby visited the store, adamantly unwilling to conform. It just so happened police were in close vicinity and pulled them aside, however the undaunted couple continued to complete their shopping before leaving the premises. Mask or no mask, why would these parents put their infant at risk when it only takes one person to shop? 

Sometimes customers enter the supermarket while talking on their phones or daydreaming and forget to sign in with either the Victorian government check-in app or on paper, both of which are prominently situated just inside the shop's entrance. The astute staff take notice of this and politely remind these people to do the right thing. While most cooperate, some shoppers blatantly lie, stating they registered when they did no such thing. Checking in is imperative to manage Corona virus contact tracing if the need arises.

Furthermore, I was informed customers sporadically scold one another for not obeying safety measures, while staff too, are often abused in the process, yet these issues are not isolated to the Tarwin Lower supermarket. In communication with other local stores, these unpleasant situations occur across the board.

The majority of IGA supermarkets are family-owned businesses. If they needed to close due to shoppers' negligence, it would prove a serious problem to us all. The entire staff would be required to enter isolation, while shops would be forced shut for thorough cleaning and sanitising. The adverse impact on our small communities would be considerably dire on many levels.

Luisa, the Tarwin Lower IGA proprietor along with her husband, claimed "Employers endeavour to create a safe environment for their staff and customers. Thankfully the majority of shoppers comply. It's typically a hand full of challenging people who rebel and just don't seem to take this harmful and unpredictable Corona virus seriously."

I admit, I find it a nuisance to clutch my phone, mask, shopping bag, list, purse and car keys as I make my way across the supermarket carpark, all the while wishing I had more hands. Often I annoyingly forget one or the other and find myself retracing my steps. However, this is a part of our unfavourable, (hopefully) temporary situation. If it keeps us safe and moves us toward normalcy, isn't it worth the effort?

Let's get back to masks. It is stipulated at present face masks must be worn by anyone twelve years and over indoors and outdoors at all times, unless we are at home with the usual occupants, or exercising strenuously enough to exert ourselves. Some people, of course, are excused by lawful exemptions for various health reasons, yet some without masks, conveniently and wrongly voice this justification when confronted.

I have yet to meet anyone who enjoys wearing face masks. I feel they erect walls between ourselves and others, concealing imparting, valid, non-verbal communication through our facial expressions. While our eyes may now be more deeply observed and regarded, conversations can be hindering. Often it's difficult to hear or understand a person, not to mention how uncomfortable masks are to our natural breath. Nevertheless, face masks, which reduce the risk of infection, protect not only ourselves, but those around us.

The Covid-19 virus is transmitted predominantly by inhalation or respiratory droplets generated when people cough, sneeze, sing, talk or breathe. Masks are primarily intended to reduce the emission of virus-laden droplets, which is essentially relevant for asymptomatic or presymptomatic infected carriers, who feel well and may be unaware of their contagion to others.

We have been extremely fortunate in Gippsland with minimal Corona virus diagnoses over the past eighteen months, but we mustn't become complacent. We're all aware of how quickly this virus can spread, especially the dreaded Delta strain. It's in our best interests to remain motivated and on high alert to protect ourselves, our loved ones and our communities.

I'm certain most of us are feeling overwhelmed and frustrated by this drawn out, inconvenient way of life. The 'peek-a-boo' lockdown games are agitating and draining. Imagine though, just for a moment, lying in an intensive care bed desperately clinging to every breath with the assistance of a ventilator, or praying for a dying loved one in hospital, who you can't even visit to kiss goodbye. THAT would be overwhelming!

Yes, we live in a democratic society, but isn't it our civil duty to do whatever we can to collectively minimise and suppress this malicious Corona virus? The only and quickest way to keep our region safe and regain some lifestyle normality is to abide by the protective protocols imposed. Use common sense, continue to diligently wear masks, practice good hygiene, adhere to social distancing, check or sign in wherever you venture and get Covid tested if you feel unwell.

... and PLEASE have the jab, so our suffering, anguished world can safely, finally come out of hiding!

Celebrating an Initial Milestone

Arriving at the first anniversary of South Gippsland Voices newspaper, I'm surprised how quickly the time has flown. It seems only a few months ago I excitedly answered a Facebook post headlined, "Looking for writers". Being an avid scriber, I immediately jumped at the chance to apply and messaged the author with half an essay in an attempt to win him over. I remember the instant reply red something like, "Well, you can certainly write - a lot!".

Since then this refreshing, diverse newspaper has graciously granted me a platform to express personal experiences and investigated topics we can either all relate to or which concern us. There have been many and varied articles over the last twelve months.

I am extremely grateful for this opportunity. Submitting mindful, weekly articles to South Gippsland Voices has kept me accountable, not only to the newspaper, but to my own writing commitment. Writing has become a passionate (almost) daily habit, which showers me with many, valuable, holistic gifts.

During the last year, besides wrestling with the unpredictable, looming pandemic cloud, life has thrown some spontaneous, thought-provoking curve balls in my direction. These have accentuated my understanding of mastering essential skills to retain a decent level of sanity, such as feeding my soul with passionate, stimulating nourishment. Taking care of within, first and foremost, offers mental tools to conquer, repair or harmonise whatever may arise externally. Writing plays a significant and nurturing role in that for me. It releases pent up emotional friction and elucidates it into comprehensible and insightful perspectives. It's so powerful to see my inner world materialise into black and white.

On the flip side, as a volunteer feature writer for this vibrant and informative paper, I've been able to share topics of interest, which have allowed me to meet many talented and inspiring South Gippslanders. I've gained invaluable knowledge and awareness through interviewing locals and researching information I'd never before entertained. I've also enjoyed writing articles on subjects from left field.

I'm so thankful for this opportunity South Gippsland Voices has given me and I appreciate all those who have taken the time to read my articles. Some of you have kindly responded through emails, which I love to receive. I'm proud to be a part of this newspaper and I look forward to its advancing future.

Happy first anniversary South Gippsland Voices!

The Benefits of Furry Friends in Residential Aged Care

Recently, I was saddened to hear of the passing of a pet, which played a significant role in one of Victoria's regional aged care facilities.

Oscar was a beautiful, dark grey coloured cat, who often showed his unapologetic, even feisty side to care staff. Facetiously, he would suddenly jump out of residents' wardrobes or wait behind corridor corners to surprise unsuspecting nurses and typically succeed in frightening the living daylights out of them. However, with residents he was always on his best behaviour.

Oscar sat still with the elderly and took it all in his stride. Whether he was having his hair lovingly brushed 'against' the direction of his hair growth or patted like a dog, he didn't flinch. His intuition too, was phenomenal. He would suddenly curl up on a resident's bed and continually remain by their side offering quiet companionship. A palliative diagnosis would soon follow his calming vigil. Oscar was undeniably a precious, entertaining and loved asset of the facility. He eventually fell ill and after a long and happy life, passed at seventeen years of age.

The love and friendship pets offer in residential aged care is significant. They can raise morale and improve quality of life, while providing valuable insights about the residents. Research shows pets can boost health by helping to reduce blood pressure and confusion, and offer a general uplifting sense of well-being. Most residents have owned at least one fluff ball in their lives and the joy of past connections is either remembered, or the unconditional love animals extend is embraced and appreciated.

Having a live-in cat (pet), in aged care may elevate the mood and decrease loneliness. Even if there is a language barrier, everyone capable of patting a cat (and likes them), enjoys and understands the meaning of giving and receiving love. Faces typically light up and cuddles are welcomed.

Pets have great power to re-engage residents, who may be unresponsive to other therapies. A furry friend can enable the elderly to feel needed and comforted, while the premises feels more homely with a permanent and affectionate pet.

In view of the calming nature of animals, pets have a positive effect on people suffering dementia. Their soothing nature may help confused residents to communicate and articulate themselves more. Often the expression of non-verbal communication and actions are heightened. There is evidence to suggest pet therapy can help a person with dementia engage with what's happening around them.

Hillside Lodge Nursing Home in Korumburra, affiliated with Gippsland Southern Health Service, cares for thirty residents and one friendly, grey, long-haired feline. Lilly is adored (and at times overfed) by both the Hillside Lodge residents and staff, who take great joy in her company. Lilly is amusingly known as a transgender cat. Having arrived at the facility thought to be female and christened with her chosen name, it was later discovered Lilly was male! By then he and the residents were accustomed to his name, so 'Lilly' it remained.

Being an elderly resident himself at approximately fourteen years of age, Lilly loves to make himself comfortable among the residents or on their laps when they congregate in common areas. He also interchangeably lounges on people's beds to be admired and spoilt. Wherever he chooses to wander, there are opportunities for him to be showered with nurturing gestures. Needless to say, Lilly feels completely at home at Hillside Lodge, while the facility wouldn't be the same without him.

Pets generally offer so many advantages toward our wellbeing. Patting their beautiful, soft fur is an instant stress release and brings us immediately into the present moment. Aged care residents, without the worry of pets' holistic care, are able to enjoy the playful, gentle and loving company of four legged friends, as they subconsciously reap the countless benefits. In turn, fortunate cats like Lilly, are given a safe home and relish in the never-ending attention and adoration bestowed on them by an extended, nurturing family.

Oscar holding a comforting vigil on the late Luciano's bed.

Lilly, the friendly fluff ball at Hillside Lodge, Korumburra, Victoria.

Resetting our Sanity

I cringe as I once again write words relating to the pandemic. I'm sick of the constant gloomy Covid-19 news coverage and I feel it's vital I shine more light on how important it is to nurture our mental health. My motivation arises from a personal nature and I'm wondering if others are experiencing similar sensations. I seem at times to be losing my marbles and I blame it on what I call, Corona-induced Brain Mush.

Usually organised and prepared for any activity great or small, I'm all over the shop lately, flying clumsily by the seat of my pants. My memory often fails me, I have difficulty putting two words together as I write, and my zest for any pursuit lacks its usual depth. Often, for a split second, I just don't care about anything anymore - but of course, I do.

Recently I bumped into an acquaintance I hadn't seen for a long while. We shared friendly words and our encounter significantly brightened my unsettled mood. Later that afternoon, as I mowed my lawns and happily reminisced of our spontaneous meeting, to my horror it suddenly occurred to me I had called my friend by the wrong name, in fact numerous times! I frantically rang him to apologise profusely, feeling like a complete fruitcake.

Often I fail to remember names, period. I don't easily recognise people wearing beanies and masks and when I do, their names escape me until after our brief meetings. I'm also usually oblivious to which day of the week it is, especially if lockdown prohibits me from attending my specific days of employment.

After the fifth lockdown ended, I organised to enjoy a meal with dear friends at the local hotel. By the time we left, the venue was filled with patrons and it was wonderful to see the pub so supported. Surprisingly though, I felt a little overwhelmed and uncomfortable surrounded by such a large crowd of people. I found this bizarre and I'm convinced too many prolonged periods of isolation are to blame.

Each time we come out of lockdown I discover my work pants have shrunk! The instant gratification of delicious, sweet chocolate soothes my soul, but oozes down to my waistline leaving lasting, unwanted evidence of its enjoyment. This isn't healthy, nor does it lift my sombre mood as I attempt to fasten my strides.

My constant worries for overseas loved ones trying so hard to survive, weigh heavily on my shoulders, while concerns for the global unpredictability of the future leave me feeling on edge. Writing usually lifts my spirits, but the solitary diversion requires persistent concentration I seem to lack. Continual, incoming, distractive thoughts annoyingly bombard my mind.

Sometimes, just for a second, I close my eyes and wish to beam myself into a completely different (Corona-free) life. However, the thought of my daily responsibilities and my precious pets quickly pull me into line. I continue to plod along as best I can, yet these days, with a touch of apathy.

Through the daily, fluctuating Covid-19 numbers announced in Australia and around the world, my waking 'Each day closer to normality' mantra, which has kept me going throughout this last year, has lost its effective power. I need to dig deep to find a new, empowering slogan, but it's difficult when dreams I wish to fulfil are now mere flickers of light retreating into the far distance. I fear I may soon kiss them goodbye forever as they vanish into oblivion.

BUT, and there is always a 'but', no matter how the Covid-19 pandemic is affecting our mental wellbeing, there are a range of helpful strategies and informative expert advice to lean on. Research shows that mental health issues were at least twice as prevalent last year compared to pre-pandemic times. The continuing, incalculable progression throughout this year surely hasn't lessened the pressure. If anything, it's escalated. We need to become increasingly creative to better support ourselves and our tribes.

We may not be able to personally control things like the economy or the virus itself, but we can control our own actions and strive to form 'feel good' healthy habits, which may assist us to rise above our emotional disharmony. Perhaps, with good intentions we initially set goals to nurture ourselves throughout the Victorian virus-induced restrictions, but eventually felt too tired, too busy or were too focussed on others to maintain our ambitions. For those who remained committed, well done! For the rest of us, now is the time to either get back on the horse or set new, constructive, achievable goals. By taking good care of ourselves we're in far stronger positions to cope, as well as help those around us.

Implementing simple activities, such as a half hour walk to start our days, while deeply breathing in the fresh, crisp air, will stimulate blood flow and encourage our endorphins to dance. This will help set up our days in a positive way. Sharing the walk with a friend, even better. A session of daily yoga stretches or basic physical exercises can release built up tensions and toxins in our muscles and joints. By aiming to incorporate these practices at the same time each day, habits will easily form and will reset and recharge our wellbeing.

Our diets too, need constant attention, especially mine it seems! If we eat heavy, fatty foods, we consequently feel lethargic and unmotivated. If we eat colourful, nutritious meals, we're energised and light on our feet. Our moods reflect our eating habits and listening to our bodies to find a comfortable balance is beneficial for our mental and physical health.

Maintaining social contact with friends and family is vital. Whether it's face to face or virtual, keeping in touch with trusted souls and sharing our feelings is healthier than bottling them up. Withholding negative emotions can disrupt the normal function of our stress hormones and may lower the strength of our immune systems.

If we're feeling downhearted, a powerful game changer is the art of gratitude. Taking a few minutes each day to reflect on all the goodness we can be thankful for in our lives, helps to regain our perspectives of how lucky we are, especially living in Australia. Although there are those among us who have devastatingly lost family or friends to Covid-19, we've escaped the brunt of the pandemic wrath if we compare it to other parts of the world. However, I certainly don't wish to disparage the passing of any loved ones. People have lost their nearest and dearest under extremely tough conditions, which makes the grieving process all the more difficult.

Another meaningful and joyous task we could implement into our daily lives is the gift of giving. I strive to accomplish at least one good deed every day. There are countless, creative ways to perform acts of kindness. Endeavour to notice opportunities as they arise.

In between our responsibilities, chores and (intermittent) work, let's prioritise pockets of time to lose ourselves in uplifting, self-nurturing activities. Let's read a book, have a power nap, hug our pets more, nurture our gardens, jump puddles with our kids, try out a new recipe, meditate, write a letter, a poem, draw, do a crossword, a puzzle or connect with a friend we haven't spoken with for a long while. Let's indulge in any interests on a regular basis, which make our hearts sing.

Life, as we knew it, has dramatically changed with a new Covid-19 norm in place. As we journey through the upheaval and try to adapt, self care and holistic wellbeing is imperative and requires daily attention and effort. Let's reassess our lives and establish effectual, healthy fundamentals to assist us through this unprecedented time, in the hope we again one day reach a more familiar and secure lifestyle.

If you are struggling and seek support, Beyond Blue offers a Corona Virus Mental Wellbeing Support Service.
By calling 1800 512 348 you can talk to a trained counsellor 24/7. Alternatively, you can connect with the online chat forum to share your experiences.

Let's do whatever it takes to keep our cups full, one small step at a time if need be. This wretched pandemic will not defeat us! (I think I may have just discovered my new mantra!)

A blessing or a curse

Over the last week I closely followed the televised Olympic games coverage as time allowed. I was in awe of the talented, focused athletes, who have worked exceptionally hard and undeniably faced many sacrifices to reach such elite status. Of course, I am nation proud and celebrated Australia's amazing achievements, however it was the individual efforts and life stories of the collective Olympians that tugged at my heart strings throughout the games.

I can't even begin to imagine the blood, sweat and tears shed over the countless years of training toward reaching such significant personal goals. I'm sure illnesses and injuries have had their place too, amidst endless hours of mundane repetition. Memories of triumphs along the way blended with unwavering commitment toward aspired dreams, surely feeds the hunger of such successful sporting campaigns.

You could sense the overwhelming pride and joy emanating from the beaming athletes as they entered Tokyo's venue during the opening ceremony; each one exuding an air of honour and humility. Walking tall behind their country's distinctive flags, they would have pinched themselves often. Then, as the games began and the Olympians prepared for their individual sports, emotions and adrenaline ran high - as did mine from my lounge room.

I shed victory tears along with the winners on the podiums, as I watched them sing along to their national anthem under their masks. I was saddened for the athletes who missed out and tried their best to hide their disappointed. I was upset for the devastated athletes, whose nerves engulfed them at crucial points from the sheer pressure of being Olympians. You can learn to prepare for all aspects of a sport, however no one can teach you the overwhelm of an Olympic environment. Knowing the world's eyes are focussed upon you, counting on you to do your country proud, must be a huge, daunting cross to bear among the excitement.

I felt for the coaches, teammates, and the families from afar of these extraordinary sportsmen and women, as they cheered for their stars. I empathized with the repeated Olympians, whose dreams once again came true. Now hanging up their boots, their memories of patriotic accomplishments forever documented in history books, will accompany them through all the days of their lives.

Each and every athlete is admirable, regardless of personal outcome. To be an Olympian is already such an impressive, outstanding ranking, and acknowledges hard yards, pain, stamina and sheer determination. All are incredible competitors.

However we view Tokyo going ahead with the Olympics and Paralympics, the keen spectators among us would have to agree the games have given us a much-needed break from the constant Covid-19 coverage. Whether the prestigious, international event causes a severe, global increase of Covid-19, albeit rigorous safety protocols, is yet to be determined. Was it even worth the risk?

May our Aussies and all the international champions arrive home safely and Corona virus free, to celebrate their Olympic experiences in the arms of their loved ones and countries.

How wonderful that would be ...

Nina is in Town

A few weeks ago I received an email from BreastScreen Victoria stating I was due for my biannual routine check-up. It never ceases to amaze me how quickly these appointments come around! Feeling uninspired, but knowing it was in my best interests, I promptly booked, wishing to have the procedure done and dusted. Three days prior to my appointment I received a reminder text insisting I not forget to bring a mask. I doubted I would, as face masks were permanent fixtures across the board. Victoria was in yet another lockdown.

The day of the screen arrived and for the first time in months, I annoyingly slept in. Usually an early riser, I booked an 8.20am appointment to have the uncomfortable experience quickly completed to tackle the remainder of the day. I rushed to get myself ready around sorting my gorgeous, but demanding fluff balls, who were irritatingly dancing around my feet. Soon I was off to Leongatha, mask glued to my schnozz.

During the drive my thoughts gravitated to breast screens of the past. I remembered the clinicians were typically focused and thorough with a practical attitude. This day I expected no different as I turned into Gippsland Southern Health Services carpark and spotted the distinguishable pink mobile van. It was a bitter-cold winter's day and the thought of shedding my many layers made me shiver.

Arriving at the foot of the bus stairs, I checked in with the contact tracing app conveniently placed on a table outside the entrance. Preparing myself for what lay ahead, I entered the vehicle as the door automatically opened and summoned me inside. Standing in the modest reception area, I was instantly greeted by smiling, welcoming eyes glowing from above a face mask. This friendly soul introduced herself as Trish and immediately made me feel at ease.

As I sanitised my hands, Trish proceeded to confirm my personal details, after which I signed the form to be true and correct. Suddenly a lady from the adjoining room appeared and introduced herself as Joanne, the mammographer. She had been thoroughly cleaning, sanitsing and preparing the radiography room and machine after the previous client, in preparation for me.

Joanne was lovely as she kindly showed me into the area I've always facetiously name the 'pancake' room. The state of the art, digital radiography machine was typically familiar and confronting, but I was thankful for the room's toasty-warm temperature.

Joanne clearly communicated directives showing incredible compassion and consideration to my mental, physical and emotional needs. Her competency and collective dedication toward her important role was obvious. I couldn't help admiring her in fact, I can't speak highly enough of both Joanne and Trish, who significantly eased a usually unpleasant, vulnerable experience.

Joanne expressed the Breast Screen van named 'Nina', is offering free screens until the 20th August and is targeting women between the ages of fifty and seventy-four. Having a breast screen every two years is the best way to detect breast cancer early, before any symptoms arise and when treatment is most likely to be successful. You don't need a doctor's referral or even your Medicare card. The van is diligently operating with Covid-19 safety measures in place to protect both the community and staff. Appointments are appropriately spaced out to ensure physical distancing.

BreastScreen Victoria CEO Terri Smith claims, "Nina is one of our two mobile screening vans, which travel the state throughout the year. This visit to Leongatha is organised to ensure women of South Gippsland have access to potentially life-saving mammograms."

Statistics reveal one in seven women will develop breast cancer in their lifetime, most without evidence of family history. Ageing is the biggest risk factor for developing the disease, hence why breast screens are so important.

The pink van is presently situated at Gippsland Southern Health Service, 66 Koonwarra Road, Leongatha (beside Koorooman House) until Friday 20th August. Appointments can be booked online at breastscreen.org.au or by calling 13 20 50.

Breast screening is a choice however, one well worth contemplating. Taking only ten minutes of your time, this procedure could ultimately save your life.

One of the ambassadors outside 'Nina' the BreastSceen Victoria van.

Finally I've Seen the Light.

I cannot believe, having food shopped for a good thirty-five years, I was oblivious to the easy solution to one of my most frustrating annoyances in life! A friend kindly put me out of my misery last week. I'm almost too embarrassed to write of my former dilemma, but if there are others like me with their heads in the sand, I wish to pay my enlightenment forward. Believe me, your food shopping world will forever revolutionise.

My problem was with plastic, produce bags. Yes I know, plastic is not ideal, however I reuse these bags, often twice. Trying to pull them apart in an attempt to reveal their opening was an exasperating, time-consuming task that had me swearing profusely under my breath. Simply put, it drove me insane!

I would rub the opening of a bag between my fingers, then palms, as empathetic onlookers continually suggested. I would try and pick the bag open or scrunch it in my hand (short of throwing it to the floor and stomping on it), in an attempt to loosen its iron grip. I searched for water droplets among the fruit and vegetable stands (that were never to be found), as wetness always seemed to do the trick. God forbid I licked my finger!

While it took fifteen seconds to fill a bag with goods, ten minutes would be wasted unlocking the wretched thing. I was short of pulling my hair out. Mind you, the hand sanitizer available at each store entrance since the beginning of the pandemic, has been a godsend. As I entered the supermarket each week, I repeatedly made sure to seize and immediately open the number of plastic bags I needed with the last little bit of remaining moisture on my hands. This worked beautifully and not one swear word arose. However, hopefully this method is not sustainable as we endeavour to heal through the Covid-19 virus, although I imagine, sanitizer will stick around for a long while.

Now I am able to completely rub the antiseptic gel into my hands because I have finally been educated. Last week a friend of mine, who happens to work in the produce department of my local supermarket, was entertained as she noticed me wrestle with yet another uncooperative, plastic bag. Quickly coming to my aid before police were called on the grounds of me disturbing the peace, she pointed out the most amazing thing!

"If you hold the bag up and look along the sides, you will see one side marginally overlaps the other, just enough to grab it with the tips of your forefinger and thumb," she said.

"Oh my goodness, you're right!" I shrieked.  

As Tracey proceeded to pull the overlapping piece, the two top adjoining corners of that side separated to form a small, hollow triangle shape, enough to manoeuvre my hands to easily grab both sides of the plastic bag. From there, one shake and the bag was open, ready to be filled.

Seriously, over all these years, how have I never noticed that little overlapping bit, although in my defence, you almost require a bionic eye to perceive it. Sheepishly I calmed down and suddenly felt all my Christmases had come at once. That enlightening moment was definitely something worth celebrating.

I'm forever indebted to Tracey for her forthcoming wisdom. Not only will my sanity stay intact, my blood pressure remain normal and I'll refrain from offending fellow shoppers within earshot, but food shopping may possibly transform into a new, enjoyable experience. Then again, I wouldn't quite go that far, but at the very least it will thankfully take up less of my time.

There's More to Blood than Meets the Vein.

I grew up in the South Eastern suburbs of Melbourne, Australia, and as an adult, religiously answered the continual urgent and loud call for blood, sought by the Red Cross. Not only was regularly donating blood an easy process, it was an important purpose and offered instant gratification. I typically floated out the door. To this day I'm still not sure whether my reaction stemmed from my emotions, knowing I was helping to save a life, or if my body rejoiced releasing just under half a litre of life juice. Perhaps both reasons intermingled created the euphoric pleasure.

Once I relocated to rural South Gippsland, Victoria, almost two decades ago, I found it difficult to continue on my good Samaritan quest. Disappointingly, Red Cross Blood Donation Centres were located miles away from my new home. However, some years later I discovered a Lifeblood Mobile Donor Centre, which to this day, frequents a nearby town. I was back in action and resumed giving blood at three month intervals.

A few years on I rang Red Cross one morning to book a customary appointment. Blood remained in high demand and since my last donation, time had once again flown quickly by.

"I'd like to make a new appointment please," I told the Red Cross operator.

"Sure. May I have your donor number?" the lady asked.

After giving her the information and waiting a moment, I was shocked when she voiced, "We don't require your blood at this time, thank you."

"You don't require my blood?!" I replied. "How can that suddenly be when you're forever crying out for the liquid gold?"

"No, we don't require you to donate blood and we'll call you if we do," the lady repeated.

I was flabbergasted!

Months typically flew by, which turned into years. I'd not heard a whisper from Red Cross and decided to give them another call. Surely I was forgotten or had somehow slipped through the database cracks. However, I was met with the same response - thanks, but no thanks.

I began to wonder if my blood showed abnormalities. It couldn't be too serious an issue or I'd have been promptly notified, I thought. Maybe there was something undesirable running through my veins too adverse to share with recipients. This was the only resolution which came to mind.

Another few years passed since I filed my questioning thoughts to the back of my mind and still no word from Red Cross Lifeblood. Last week I again picked up the phone, determined to put my bewildering notions to bed. 

“Good morning. I was wondering if my blood may be required after not having donated for an extremely long period of time?” I asked.

The Red Cross operator searched my file and again claimed my donation was not needed.

“I’m beginning to think my blood is faulty.” I half-heartedly joked. “I really don’t understand.” 

A giggle sounded through the telephone and the lady assured me there was nothing wrong with my blood. She went on to explain both her and I have a rare AB positive blood group. In fact, so rare, our blood type makes up approximately only 3% of the population.

"But wouldn't that make our blood even more sought-after?" I asked.

I was intrigued and promptly researched the topic of blood to quench my curiosity. According to Red Cross Lifeblood, there are eight main blood types organised through two combined systems. These systems are ABO (blood types A, B, AB or O) and Rh type (Rhesus).

By percentage of population, the most common blood type in Australia is O positive, while the least common is AB negative.

There is no great demand for AB blood types, as O blood groups are the most universally adaptable. If a recipient's blood type isn't available to administer a transfusion, O negative red blood cells can be given, which is often the case in emergencies.

However, there are actually three kinds of donations one can offer - blood, plasma or platelets. Australia needs a steady supply of all three types of donations, but the specific amounts of each variety fluctuate daily.

As an AB positive donor, I  discovered my plasma has serious potential. It is determined as universal and can help treat anyone suffering from ailments, such as cancer or serious burns. In fact, plasma is a powerful and versatile element of our blood that can be used in eighteen different life-sustaining ways.

So why haven't I been donating my plasma instead of red blood cells? This I have yet to establish when I next ring Red Cross!

In search of blood information, I also discovered the term Ketsueki-gate, which means analysing a person's personality based on their blood type. A Japanese professor, named Tokeji Furukawa, published a paper in the 1930's, claiming each blood group possesses certain distinguishable personality traits.

These are as follows:

A blood groups are apparently  earnest, creative, sensible, reserved and patient, while stubborn and tense at times.

B blood types are passionate, active, creative and strong, and tend to be a little selfish, irresponsible, unforgiving and erratic.

AB types are supposedly cool, controlled, rational and adaptable, while prone to be critical, indecisive and forgetful.

O are confident, strong-willed and  intuitive, but sometimes self-centred, cold and unpredictable.

While there is no scientific proof bonding blood groups with personality types, Furukawa's theory is fully embraced within the Japanese culture. Locals use it as a tool to assess the potential of an employee or to ascertain the compatibility between two people planning to enter marriage. It's not uncommon in Japan to be asked which blood type you are.

However, no matter how we view blood, blood types, blood elements or the colour of blood, one thing is certain - donating blood saves lives, and it's a chance for us to take some guilt-free time out to relax, socialise with caring staff and fellow altruistic volunteers, and enjoy a snack, all the while knowing we are making a significant difference to humanity.

Cat Owners Be Aware

Some years ago my husband and I decided to adopt a cat from the local pound. Not only did we wish to expand our family with a beautiful fluff ball, but our farm begged for some serious organic pest management. As the pound cage unveiled a stunning ginger and white cat with adoring, emerald eyes, I instantly knew this divine creature was meant for us. We named him Oscar.

Oscar slipped into rural life and our hearts quickly and completely. Exuding a vibrant, colourful personality, he playfully shadowed us as we went about our days. Simultaneously, he was our number one pest control officer, efficiently fulfilling his beneficial role, while butter wouldn't melt in his mouth when we nurtured and showered him with compliments.

After eight, wonderful years, Oscar became unwell and was eventually diagnosed with Cat AIDS. We had never heard of this apparently common disease I believe he contracted years ago through a serious leg bite from an FIV infected, stray cat. We were shocked and horrified to learn Oscar was living on borrowed time.

FIV stands for Feline Immunodeficiency Virus, similar to HIV (Human Immunodeficiency Virus), however it cannot be transmitted to humans or other animals. FIV is highly species-specific and can live in many different internal feline tissues, often in the salivary glands, which can easily transmit infection through deep bites.

FIV typically leads to AIDS (Acquired Immune Deficiency Syndrome), again likened to symptoms of human AIDS. Infected cats can survive with FIV in their systems for many years and live relatively healthy lives as carriers before showing signs of any illness. Once AIDS symptoms present, the disease interferes with the immune system and secondary, potentially fatal, illnesses typically emerge. Examples of these ailments are loss of appetite/weight loss, respiratory, urinary and skin infections or mouth and gum disease. 

There is a vaccine available, consisting of 3 initial boosters 2-4 weeks apart, followed by a yearly vaccine to help protect cats from contracting FIV, however there is no cure once a cat is infected.

We adored our Oscar. Only two months after his AIDS diagnosis, we had to make the heartbreaking decision to euthanize him. We tended to Oscar's every need with medications, love and attention, but he was just too sick and unhappy as his health rapidly declined. We wished we were aware of the devastating FIV and would have attempted to protect him from contracting the deadly infection, but sadly, hindsight is always a wonderful thing. Our two fluff balls we now own are religiously vaccinated for FIV each year.

If you are an owner of a cat that ventures outdoors and are oblivious to FIV as I was, arm yourself with more information about this prevalent virus. Talk to your veterinarian to discuss available options to help safeguard your pet.

Cats are so therapeutic, bringing much love, playfulness and serenity into our lives, and great wisdom if we read the play. Pet ownership is a privilege and requires us to responsibility care for and shield our animals from harm and illnesses to the best of our ability, ultimately offering ourselves peace of mind. They are after all, members of our family.

Oscar is missed every day ...

Enough Now!

What an eventful year it's been so far. You'd think the fluctuating Corona constraints are enough to try and get our heads around, but no. "Let's give South Gippslanders in Australia some more to contend with," said the elements.

Cyclonic winds blasted us last week, cutting off our power for days on end. Our phone networks were immobilised causing us to disconnect from loved ones when we most needed to ascertain their safety, and a trail of environmental destruction was found on many of our roads and properties once a welcoming calm returned. Then ... the floods came.

We all know there are always others so much worse off than ourselves, but let's not deny our own anxiety or frustration, if only for a short while. They too have their place.

Is life keeping us on our toes? Maybe we're too spoilt and were reminded to appreciate that which we enjoy on a daily basis, instead of taking it for granted. What's that saying? We don't know what we have until it's gone? I for one, have a new appreciation for my heater, my hot shower, my fridge/freezer, my kettle and even my loo, which I am now able to flush! Hallelujah.

So, as I looked over our water frontage estate last week (wondering if the property value had increased), I was thankful all the animals were safe. I knew all would soon be well once the lake dried up and the residue of the stinky, rotting grass scent disappeared, which typically follows a flood. Maybe it's time I invested in a boat!

Big shout out to all the emergency workers who laboured around the clock in often dangerous conditions, to restore power and clean up the copious amounts of debris. A huge effort! Also thank you to all the volunteers who put their hands up for various tasks and projects needing attention. You are valued.

Many businesses, community hubs and private households with gas stoves opened their doors offering home cooked meals and hot drinks in exchange for a smile. Thank you so much for your generosity. Adversity is unpleasant, however it brings kindness and empathy to the forefront. Our rural communities rally together to assist one another in times of need and that's a beautiful fact.

Let's hope there are no more undesirable surprises for a while, at least until we regain our bearings ...

View from my house verandah!

Biting the Bullet ...

As news of another corona outbreak in Melbourne rang in my ears, I realised I had to stop procrastinating. It was time to bite the bullet and step up to the readily available Covid-19 vaccine. I knew it was a necessary requirement, but felt dubious and a little fearful of the unknown, long term effects of the young booster. Until now I wasn't prepared to be a trend-setter and had decided to wait, hovering in the background. I'm certain I wasn't on my own.

However, another lockdown? Surely not! I believed we'd moved past these severe restrictions. I thought quarantine issues were finally understood and managed well in Victoria. I was convinced Australia, our vast island, was relatively safe, but no. It was time to put my big girl's pants on and take the jab. How else would this world ever open up again if we are not all immunised?!

On a mission, I immediately rang the medical centre to book an appointment time, assuming I would need to wait a few weeks before being seen. This would give me sufficient time to mentally prepare myself, I thought. However, two days later I found myself warily standing in the waiting room! Eyes peering out from over the top of all too familiar masks, I approached reception struggling to hear the young lady's directions. I accepted the face protection was mandatory and beneficial, but the impersonal aspect overwhelmed me just as it did throughout 2020.

The comfortably warm waiting room portrayed an organised busyness. Medical staff were constantly venturing in, out and through the spacious area calling patients' names. I admired and respected their dedication. A friendly receptionist with comforting, smiling eyes, which I immensely appreciated, handed me a form of extensive health questions to fill out while I waited my turn. I was still feeling a little apprehensive at this stage and as I looked around the room, I wondered how many others resonated with me. It seemed most were there for the same reason I was.

Interrupting my unhelpful train of thoughts, a seemingly efficient nurse suddenly appeared from nowhere and called my name. She then proceeded to voice a second name and it became clear two patients were shown into a consultation room at one time to be given the vaccine consecutively.

As I stood up and headed towards Nurse Nancy, I scanned the room wondering who I was to share this unnerving experience with. Then I noticed a little, old lady emanating a determined air of confidence. She had already reached Nancy and both were waiting for me to front up! I quickly hurried not to keep them and the orderly process waiting.

Faye, my vaccine comrade, sat down and promptly pulled up her sleeve ready for action. I started to unpeel my cardigan as I stumbled over my words, attempting to pick Nancy's brain one last time about the Astrazeneca vaccine, which was about to invade my body. Before I had completely removed my cardigan I had unobtrusively been administered the booster.

It was done.

Faye was next and didn't flinch an eyelid. There was no uncertainty or fear about her. She knew the intervention was necessary to protect her as much as possible from the dreaded virus. She seemingly breezed through the process with unshakable trust in Nurse Nancy and the vaccine. Although I am 180cm tall and towered over Faye, I suddenly felt extremely small!

Faye and I returned to the waiting room together and were required to sit for fifteen minutes in case any undesirable reactions surfaced encouraged by the booster. We chatted as we watched the clock together. Faye, who lives on her farm in Fish Creek, proudly disclosed she was in her nineties and felt fortunate to have suffered minimal health issues during her lengthy lifetime. Her happy, wise and content persona was inspiring and I felt honoured to share her company.

While Faye waited for her lift, I left the medical premises on the fifteen minute stroke and drove home, reassuring myself I'd half completed my duty towards healing the world. I was feeling good. Easy peasy, I thought. With a new appointment time booked, I would return in twelve weeks to complete the immunisation program and hope to once again cross paths with my new, elderly friend.

The following day I awoke feeling a little ordinary with a dull overall ache, which lasted the morning. A headache followed and remained for the afternoon. It wasn't an uncommon reaction I was told. I wondered how Faye pulled up and hoped her astounding, healthy track record continued throughout the post vaccine period.

The world population needs the administration of a Covid-19 vaccine to once again enjoy some sort of universal normality. I believe Corona isn't going anywhere. I feel we're obliged to adjust to life with and around the damaging virus strains, similar to the many illnesses we already endure on a daily basis. Seriously, what choice do we have? Do we wish to sit in our protected homes for the rest of our lives without social integration? I certainly don't! I've now taken the first step toward normalcy. Whether I feel apprehensive or not, it makes no difference. If the vaccine allows us to lead full, rich, purposeful lives, surely it's in our best interests to globally welcome the jab.

Faye being giving the Covid-19 booster by Nurse Nancy

Winter is drawing near in Australia ...

As I watch the rain pelt down through the living room window, I feel for the cattle huddled together in the far corners of the distant paddocks. The poor, young calves are shaking their little heads in an attempt to escape the pounding raindrops. The chilly wind is brutal as it forcefully blows sideways across the land and between the herds. It makes me shiver as I watch them. The seasons are definitely changing. I can't believe how quickly time continues to fly by. Before we know it, we will refer to the first half of 2021 in past tense as we enter the depths of winter. Winter already! How can that be?

When our coldest season springs to mind, I think of delicious, hot showers, cosy fires, spicy, thick soups, snuggle blankets and entertaining books to curl up with. That's after I've tackled frozen, numb fingers and toes, rosy cheeks, a runny nose, gumboots, mud, rain, frost and peeling off copious amounts of warm layers. The mornings are brisk and dark as I rise, while dusk descends as I return home at the end of each day. The hours of daylight seem to impulsively up their tempo.

However, I enjoy the diverse seasons we are fortunate to experience. Each feels unique in its own right and for me, creates a particular frame of mind. I tend to withdraw a little in winter and look within, contemplating ways to realise the dormant dreams I have yet to fulfill. I plan my wish list during the frosty months, armed and ready to take action as fertile spring emerges and typically showers me with renewed, vibrant energy. It's exciting moving forward with fresh insights learnt from past experiences. I just wish, as I continue to mature, time would slow down a tad.

Nevertheless, it is what it is and all is relatively well. I remind myself to take each day as it comes, for no one is promised tomorrow, and enjoy each hour to the best of my ability. Whether it's pressing work I need to complete or an activity I happily lose myself in, all is to be mindfully embraced, appreciated and deserving of my all.

May we all keep warm and healthy as we enter the cooler months ...

How lucky we are in Australia

How lucky we are in this beautiful country of ours! While much of the globe continues to struggle to tame the rampant Covid-19 health challenge, and some countries still experiencing devastating crisis, we are comparably safe on our vast island.

Initially, through trial and error,  fumbling our way to contain the growth of the unprecedented, unwelcomed antagonist, we have achieved massive results leading up to now. Predominantly we have listened to the voice of authority and heeded the guidance of our country's health specialists. We've done exceptionally well.

However, without sounding ungrateful, for I know how extremely fortunate I am, my thoughts tend to venture to around the late 1700's when over a significant period of time, various parts of our country confined overseas offenders. With an international travel ban in place (and rightly so), I feel a tad imprisoned on our golden soil.

Male prisoners were generally utilised as labourers to construct roads and buildings or put to use on government farms. The more  educated among them were placed in administration work. Convict woman too were useful on farms and were typically instructed to engage in domestic duties. 

I happen to carry out most of these activities on a daily basis, although I haven't broken any laws and do not wear a ball and chain around my ankle! Thanks to the pandemic I am, in a contemporary sense, somewhat feeling a minuscule sensation of our roots.

I miss overseas travel terribly. Finally reaching a stage in life equipped to frequently enjoy exploring different cultures and environments, my dream remains treading water. Hugging loved ones across the seas is but a surreal, distant memory. 

Besides the travel bubble presently in place between Australia and New Zealand (excluding Western Australia), the recommencement of international travel elsewhere is overshadowed by speculation and mystery. Department of Health Secretary Dr Brendan Murphy states, "It depends largely on the status of Australia's nationwide vaccine program. Even if we have a lot of the population vaccinated, we don't know whether that will prevent transmission of the virus." 

Some major airlines like Qantas plan to restart their international flight schedules from October in line with our country's vaccination program. Although travel restrictions and government advice changes frequently, there are conversations of establishing travel bubbles with low risk countries in Asia and the South Pacific, such as Singapore, Fiji, Vanuatu, Japan and South Korea - as long as all travellers have had the jab. However, I'm not holding my breath!

Now is the perfect, and more or less, only opportunity to relish in Australian adventures. Our nation has some of the most incredible, diverse 'must sees', in the world, which never fail to take our breath away. From the frosty, white peaks of Cradle Mountain to the fiery, red earth around Uluru, the pristine sands of the Whitsunday Islands to the untamed beaches and bush of Wilsons Promontory. Every direction of our vast, beautiful land is waiting to be discovered. The stunning landscapes and differing climates are endless whichever destination you choose.

So if you're due for holidays or simply feel an urgency to nurture your mental health - and your circumstances allow - now is perhaps the ideal time to acquaint yourself with parts of our wondrous continent you haven't yet embraced. Take a road trip and spend your tourist dollars supporting struggling communities along the way or make the most of affordable interstate flights. Continue to practice good hygiene and sensibly social distance wherever possible. Simply be mindful of your environment as you rejuvenate your soul ... and look forward to one day traveling across the oceans again as I do.

One of the stunning sunrises looking across to Wilsons Promontory in Victoria.

The Roller Coaster of Life

 It is written we typically progress through seven stages of our lives. These are noted as infancy, early childhood, middle childhood, adolescence, early adulthood, middle adulthood and later adulthood.

As I re-read the above words, I am somehow annoyed by their simple, uncompromising and blunt nature. To think of the many, colourful, chaotic shifts we endure or commemorate throughout our lives, these labels seem mere empty, cold words.

Life is one gruelling, dizzying, thrilling roller coaster of emotions. Gut-wrenching trials and tribulations, which can force us to our knees, have the power to change life in an instant. These occur either spontaneously flooring us from left field, or we take the initiatives ourselves to act on difficult, significant, life-changing decisions knowing in our hearts they are ultimately for the greater good.

Then there are the many triumphs, milestones and all the endless events in between, which offer joy, inspiration and cause to wholeheartedly celebrate. All is to be honoured on some level, even the despairing developments. Growth and transformation undeniably arise from the ashes of each experience.

According to Erikson's model of human development (one of many theories), infancy is recognised as the first couple of years after birth when a child is dependent, transitions into an active, inquisitive toddler and learns to speak. This stage, which promotes the most overall growth, is also where a sense of trust is formed.

During early childhood relationships and friendships are established. Healthy, functional connections depend greatly on the development of trust in infancy. Key aspects are independence verses dependence. Children learn to assert themselves, asking for their needs and wants to be met.

Middle childhood revolves around commencing school. Children learn to compare themselves with peers. Feelings of accomplishment or inferiority surface, hence self-esteem, or lack of, continues to form.

The adolescent stage is about developing a sense of self. This is also often referred to as the "identity crisis" period. It is a unique stretch of rapid physical and deep emotional changes. A confusing, uncomfortable, but also exciting time.

Early adulthood refers to our twenties where people begin to solidify their bonds and enter relationships or marriages. Studies or careers have begun and people move away from the nest.

Middle adulthood revolves around life's priorities one has chosen and established, such as raising a family and/or pursuing careers, often paying off a mortgage. Life is typically busy and time flies by. Before you know it, the fifties have arrived!

"Apparently" we have mastered life as we enter our fifties. Having been around half a century, we worry less about others opinions of us, while our self-acceptance, equanimity and contentment increases. Coming into our own and perhaps now freer of family obligations, our fifties allow us pockets of time and space to re-evaluate our existence. We've experienced a kaleidoscope of life's challenges and lessons and we are wiser. We know the drill, or do we?!

The time clock ticks louder. Our hearts break as we bury loved ones way before their time. By now marriages may have broken down, sometimes more than once, and life has changed directions. Numerous, pertinent questions arise, such as:

• What am I really about?

• Am I living the life I desire?

• Have I achieved that which I intended?

• What is it I am here to accomplish anyway?

• Am I making a meaningful contribution to the world?

• Am I fulfilled and happy?

The fifties can be confusing. Our bodies change, menopause may leave women with compromising residues and we perhaps feel a sense of urgency to assess our lives and create monumental changes, possibly well overdue. If we choose to listen, our hearts easily and promptly decipher the answers to our questions. It's our heads that predominantly get in the way of our personal truth.

However, after many interesting conversations with older folk, it seems once we enter our sixth decade confusion is typically replaced with a sweet sense of calm, confidence and clarity. While ageing may lead to various, undesirable physical issues, we tend to feel happier, content and generally more balanced than in previous years. We've sifted through our priorities, goals and dreams and confidently know how we wish to tackle our remaining senior years. Relinquishing old, limited identities we expand, become increasingly empowered and closer to our true selves. We learn not to sweat the small stuff.

At the end of the day, age is but a number. Whichever life stage you find yourself, choose wisely and embrace your selected path. Relish in the triumphs and realise the interwoven messiness, challenges and upheavals of life ultimately reward you with emotional strength, insight and personal growth. Have faith in yourself, always do your best, live life with integrity and act on your gut feelings. Do not allow fear to stand in your way. Remember, life is but a blink of an eye ...

Venus Bay's Local Dog Whisperer.

Christine Grant, a passionate, wise, empathetic woman, has treasured an innate connection with canines since early childhood. She adores the four-legged creatures and is unable to imagine her life without them.

Born and raised in Leongatha, Victoria, Australia, Christine worked as a disability support worker for many years. In 2000, an opportunity arose that was too good to refuse. Christine, her partner, and two cherished Labradors headed north on a road trip to commence work on a small cattle property in New South Wales.

It was there Christine stumbled upon a cattle dog trial, exhibiting the skills of working dogs and the amazing relationships they shared with their handlers. She was instantly in awe of the clear communication between man and beast, and the physical abilities, beauty and grace of the animals. It was on that exceptional day Christine discovered her calling.

During the inspiring event, Christine met Mick Davis, who would become her mentor, teacher and lifelong friend. Mick was a well known, respected horseman, cattleman, dogman and showman. Rough around the edges and direct, he would tell it like it was. Sadly, he passed away in 2019.

Mick would be gone with his dogs in tow three to four months of the year, travelling throughout New South Wales and Queensland to work as a stockman on cattle properties. Upon his return his twelve dogs were trustingly placed in Christine's care. Possessing the capacity to house them, she happily took the hard-working pooches in to feed, exercise and interact with daily.

During the months Mick was home, he returned the favour by sharing his extensive knowledge. He visited Christine three times a week to collectively train his and (by then), her six beloved dogs with encouragement, but stern harangue. “It was tough at times,” Christine claimed, “but I would do it all again in a heartbeat.”

Over time, additional canines joined Christine's pack and she too, headed up north for three years to work as a jillaroo on rugged cattle properties. She particularly enjoyed handling young cattle; teaching them to be respectful of the dogs, while being guided by them. A perfect example of symbiosis!

In 2007, through a sudden turn of events, Christine, her partner, and her then ten, precious, working collies returned to a farm in South Gippsland, Victoria. Acclimatising wasn't easy. In an attempt to fill a void, Christine sought out a local dog working group in Berrys Creek. At the time, this proved to be the perfect pursuit for herself and her furry friends. The connection shared among the dog enthusiasts, through a love for working dogs, was sincere and nurturing. For over two years Christine thoroughly enjoyed engaging with such a wonderful community, while learning a wealth of information.

In that time frame Christine also successfully completed Certificate III in Dog Behaviour and Training, offered by the National Dog Trainers Federation in Melbourne. Gaining accreditation as a comprehensive dog trainer, it was at the end of 2008 she excitedly launched her business 'Everydog Behaviour & Training'. She consequently began feeling her way within the industry, working locally, one on one, with dogs and their humans.

By 2010, life had taken another twist and Christine relocated to stunning Venus Bay with five dogs by her side. Sadly, all five  companions have since passed on, however a new, adorable friend, Fingers, arrived nine months ago. The two are inseparable, a pleasure to watch, and renowned in the area.

Christine delights in her coastal lifestyle and takes great pride in her dog training venture. She strongly believes teaching dog owners to read their pets' subtle body language so as to understand their communication, is vital towards gaining mutual respect. Christine affirms, “It's not rocket science. If dogs are settled, the relationships  between them and their owners flourish. It's about training people to train their dogs.”

Christine, fuelled with passion and expertise, has successfully assisted many breeds of dogs and their human families or individuals to bond on a deeper level. Her unique, kind and intuitive manner with canines is remarkable. For this reason, she is recognised throughout the community and surrounds as the local dog whisperer.

Christine & Fingers.

Nature Inspired.

The Corona virus restrictions in 2020, while frustrating and devastating for many, simultaneously bore wonderful, exciting initiatives. Young couple, Bianca Bennett and Eric Grattan from Victoria, Australia, utilised their lockdown periods last year to bring their dream of creating a meaningful online business to fruition.

Both possessing a love for the great outdoors, Bianca and Eric share a passion for living as environmentally friendly as possible, forever searching for new, sustainable resources to weave into their lifestyle. Wishing to motivate others to proceed in the same direction, their intention is to ultimately protect and honour the environment one step at a time.

Bianca holds a Bachelor of Science degree and majored in Ecology and Environmental Management, while Eric is a sole-trader carpenter. Both lead busy lives, each working demanding, full-time jobs. 

Over the last couple of years, Eric contributed to building their high-performing, eco-friendly home in stunning Venus Bay. The delighted couple, along with their adored pooch, recently moved in to enjoy the coastal area. The couple strive to protect their native surroundings by implementing green living products and practices, transitioning to attain a zero-waste lifestyle.

Every day the couple is inspired by nature. After some hesitation and contemplation, it was in July last year Bianca and Eric took the unnerving plunge and established their online business venture, naturally naming it 'Nature Inspired'. Initially sourcing plastic-free products for themselves, they were amazed and excited over the extensive range of green products available through numerous Australian businesses. They then proceeded to apply to various manufacturers to become wholesalers for their purposeful products. Bianca claims, "It's wonderful to collaborate with a like-minded, passionate business community and we often receive positive feedback for our efforts."

Nature Inspired makes eco shopping easy! Bianca and Eric pride themselves on tirelessly researching and sourcing merchandise to sell from the one online platform. Offering the best range of reusable, compostable and biodegradable products, all are shipped plastic-free. However, before any items are sold, the couple test-drives each product themselves.

Bianca and Eric's passion and motivation is to inspire and educate others to make a difference to our wonderful world. They aim to reduce the amount of waste going to landfill by providing sustainable solutions for everyday household items. Bianca says, "We encourage a continuous habit, similar to eating healthy or learning a new skill. People may slip up from time to time, but that's ok. As long as there's a willingness to take part in the journey. It's about making simple, but hugely impactful changes."

The motto behind Nature Inspired is:

"We don't need a handful of people doing zero waste perfectly. We need millions of people doing it imperfectly." - Anne Marie Bonneau, Zero Waste Chef.

Through consistent, interesting posts, showcasing available stock on Instagram, Facebook and the Nature Inspired website, Bianca and Eric receive weekly orders from all over Australia. Not only is this venture helping to protect the planet and the health and wellbeing of loved ones, but also the future of our children.

Well done, Bianca and Eric, for throwing caution to the wind and establishing a business with such an important message. Your efforts will surely continue to be rewarded.

Bianca & Eric at home exhibiting numerous varieties of eco-friendly household products.

The Challenges of Reporting.

Possessing a passion for the written word, I've in the past typically concentrated on documenting personal experiences as they occurred throughout my life. I found my sentences flowed easily in light of my emotional attachment as I 'felt' my way through the unfolding tales. My intention, besides relishing in writing, was to carve significant memories into stone; to revisit as I sit in my rocking chair during the winter of my life. My succeeding generations may even feel inclined to read my scribes one day.

However, over the last nine months through wonderful opportunities, I've tried my hand at reporting community stories around people, places, events, even animals. While this form of writing is foreign and sometimes challenging, it's simultaneously rewarding if my articles are well received.

The people I have connected with over time have been approachable, interesting and a pleasure to meet. I've even made new friends! Truth be known, occasionally my given topics didn't initially excite me and with no former knowledge I needed to thoroughly research my tasks before attempting to write informative articles. Once I investigated themes I engaged with the contacts I was asked to interview, either by phone or in person, to gather customised details and quotes. Together with my groundwork I blended the information to form the features. As I wrote I again imagined myself in the subject's shoes, striving to bring the sentences to life through assuming emotions.

Writing the stories seems to be the easy part of reporting! Trying to engage with contacts can be tricky. Co-ordinating days and times to catch up for interviews is often difficult as everyone's lives are busy - including mine. Once the stories are written, emailed, read and ticked off by the organisations or individuals I report of, I submit the articles to the editor. However, waiting on story confirmations can sometimes seem like forever, especially if I am to meet a deadline.

Often over numerous days, there's a back and forth of editing communication before a final draft is completed. This again is due to coordination and prioritisation of time involving all parties. For this reason I conscientiously begin the process of constructing my articles and interacting with the public as early as possible.

I recall I was once asked to write a 1000 word article on an animal refuge, given three weeks to complete. Over that time four meetings were locked in and subsequently cancelled, for one reason or another, by the interviewee. I couldn't hold off any longer knowing how much I fumbled around editing my completed pieces until I was happy with the end result.

I researched the shelter's website and blindly formulated a believable article around the information I interpreted. The story read as if I knew exactly what I was talking about which I found amusing not having ever visited the establishment! 

Being an avid animal lover, I coloured the content assuming how life within an animal shelter would appear. I then emailed my words to the refuge manager in the hope our pending and rather urgent conversation would be about filling in the blanks - and that's exactly what eventuated! A date and time was organised four days prior to the story's submission date, I was asked to add a few significant facts and my story was complete. Both the shelter staff and the editor loved the article. I couldn't believe what I had achieved! Nevertheless, while it was an interesting and exciting process, it's not something I'd like to make a habit of.

I've also come across a touch of language barrier. Occasionally people speak with a strong motherland accent or minimal English. Comprehending their words and phrases to really grasp what they're trying to voice can be tough, especially over the phone. Asking them to repeat themselves numerous times is awkward. However, communication comes in many forms and although it may take a little longer, a story is always successfully written.

I religiously make a point of emailing my completed articles to the people or businesses I've reported on. Without their final approval I wouldn't feel comfortable submitting my work; to cover both our butts! Maybe that's the norm in journalism. I wouldn't know, but I call it courtesy and common sense.

I've personally learned so much since formulating articles around community interests. Not only am I writing in a different format, but many topics I've never dreamt of entertaining I'm now knowledgeable of. My vocabulary is expanding and sometimes, as I'm about to document an intended word within a storyline, I suddenly find myself writing a completely different, more fitting one from left field. I have no idea how or why this happens, but I love it when it does!

I still enjoy writing stories of a personal nature. With only myself involved I can pick and choose the most appropriate times to indulge in my passion. There's no pressure, interviews or research to tackle and I don't second guess myself as I know my words are true - because it's my truth.

I love losing myself among words to formulate non-fiction stories. In fact, if it were possible I'd scribe all day, however that wouldn't buy the baby a new bonnet! Besides, sitting down for so long my ageing back would complain while my backside would inevitably spread to new dimensions.

My intention is to evolve my writing skills through  perseverance, learning and growing as a person along the way. Often I am approached by folk who compliment my articles, which for a short while places a spring in my step. At times others possessing writing credentials, occasionally advise me to thoroughly proof read my pieces before I submit them. That sets off alarm bells, but I appreciate the constructive criticism as it motivates me to become more diligent.

Most importantly, writing is my joy and presently keeps me sane and focused during this unprecedented and frustrating pandemic situation. Seeing my stories in print is just the delicious, sweet icing on the cake .

My little, furry writing companion. ❤️