It’s been awhile since my last blog, too long really. Anyone who knows me will agree that it is not like me not to have anything say.
There I said it! I rabbit on about alpaca and yarn, in no particular order, all the time. I’m slightly obsessed with both but at moment my heart is breaking with what is happening to our beautiful country.
This time is a very tough time. Oh so very tough. Drought for way too long and now the terrible fires that are devastating Australia.
Dorothea Mackeller, wrote in her poem, titled My Country:
I love a sunburnt country, A land of sweeping plains, Of ragged mountain ranges, Of droughts and flooding rains, I love her far horizons, I love her jewel sea, Her beauty and her terror, The wide brown land for me!
First published in 1908, Dorathea explained her love of the country, its wildness and beauty, but she also talks about the terror. Beauty and terror came hand and hand back then but sadly it also comes hand in hand in our present times.
The beauty: our stunning wildness. The terror: extended drought and in many places raging fires, destroying so much of our landscape and killing so many of our native animals, destroying peoples home and sadly taking human lives. The terror of seeing it, experiencing it, living it and sometimes not being able to do anything about it is heartbreaking.
The photo above, which I took at a friend’s place today, is a view of drought ravaged paddocks with one little pop of sunshine hiding in the shadows. Some would see a weed but I see possibilities. Even in the toughest of situations there is always a glimmer of hope, a glimmer of life, a glimmer of sunshine and this is reflected in the little yellow flowers growing in the shadow of a towering gum tree in a parched and dry paddock.
Yes times are tough. Yes we are hurting. Yes it will take time to heal…a lot of time, but heal is what we will do. Together we can make it through this. Supporting each other, being kind to each other, making safe choices, staying positive and believing that our ray of sunshine will come, like the little yellow weed growing in the shadow of the protective gum tree!
Dedicated to all our emergency services protecting our beautiful country.