Wednesday, March 21, 2018

A post about a storm

Damn! I'm such a lazy blogger! I really can't be fagged writing anything but I know I'll be interested to look back and remember the day we took a direct hit from a Cat 2 cyclone...

So here it is.

BOM weather radar
On Friday 16th March I saw somewhere online that the low pressure system that was somewhere east of Darwin was developing into a cyclone. 
Sometime through the day I heard it could be headed toward Darwin... Could become a cat 2.
Pretty much paid no attention. The sky was clear there was barely any wind. Big deal! 

By Saturday night we were on a Warning that a cat 2 cyclone was headed for us, to tell the truth that didn't sound too scary and it would likely just pass by like all the others, with a bit of rain some wind gusts and a lot of BS headlines in the paper the next day.

It was scheduled to hit at dawn on Saturday at 5 am everything seemed quiet.

By six there was some rain and wind...

Then the rain and wind increased.... Sam suggested I bring the budgies inside. I, in my wisdom decided to turn their cage around so the tarp that hangs down one side of the cage was facing the windward side so they wouldn't get wet, and I left them outside...

By 9 am I decided that I should probably have listened to my wife, who is quite a novice meteorologist...

At 10 am we were watching the PawPaw trees snapping like twigs and the neighbor's trampoline smashing against our fence... Then I decided I should go outside and tie ours down just in case this storm got serious...

Sometime after that I was becoming worried that the neighbors dogs, chairs and unrestrained children might come flying through the windows!

As the core passed over our home, my cynicism about the impact of this cyclone was well and truly stowed away not to be revisited! This was heavy!

Once the storm had passed I went out to survey the damage. Wow! Was there some damage! Our neighborhood is built around a network of parkland. About 40 years ago the council planted 1,000s of African Mahogany trees. These trees are huge and provide great shade... unfortunately they are also prone to falling over in high winds!

Our neighborhood looked like a nuclear bomb had hit it. In some places there was not a tree left standing. These are trees with trunks and some limbs the diameter of an average car! 

It is impossible to describe the scene and photos don't really do it justice. Amazingly no one was killed or even hurt, from what I've heard. At home we never lost power or water but friends in other areas have gone four days without electricity, some are still waiting for it to be re-connected.

Soon after the cyclone had passed we cleaned up the mess of our yard and went back to our lives. As I looked at the destroyed pawpaw trees and was slightly sad about the loss of my fruit trees and the crop I would miss out on I was prompted to think of those people who live in less developed countries where they are reliant on their food crops for survival. How devastating even a small cyclone like this could be for them, how many times we've heard of far larger cyclones or hurricanes hitting communities in the Pacific Islands, the Philippines, the West Indies, India and Sri Lanka. How the people of those countries must be affected.

We will miss our tall trees but for most of us this storm was little more than an exciting diversion from our mundane lives, a glimpse at the power that nature has to disrupt our plans for BBQs and skittles.

Thursday, March 01, 2018

Friday, February 16, 2018

An arrow through your chakras

It is time to quit
Approval not necessary
Time to break free
Death to:
The Cult Guru Bulshit People....

They can Suck it.

Shalom, Namaste and good night.

Wednesday, February 07, 2018

Beauty is

They paint horses
They always paint horses
Always horses
But never donkeys

Thursday, February 01, 2018

Mission Statement

We're already into the new year (2018), actually it's now February so in keeping with the principals of mediocrity I have already made a good start in terms of not aiming too high. ;)

I thought it was time to review the mission statement of this blog and to re-assert my objectives, point out a few details that will assist potential readers who may have stumbled across this blog by accident in search of something of substance or significance. 

I am sorry my friends you have taken a wrong turn. You will find nothing of value here, unless, like me you are a wandering vagabond of poor spirit who recognizes an misguided and poorly informed kinsman. Someone who feels a certain something but then fails to identify or describe it in any suitable way that would inspire or even take the interest of more evolved seekers of truth or beauty. If that's the barren waste you seek then you sell yourself short of a worthy occupation.

If it makes you comfortable to watch another stumble their way through being in half measures then maybe there's something here for you but I doubt it.

What this is?

In spiritual metaphorical terms I would have to say THIS space is essentially a MUD MAP to the City Dump! It's a trail of breadcrumbs on a rainy day. There is a path and a journey, a traveler and a point of departure, the destination is variable, constantly mutating and never arrived at. There's a hoped for resolution to a question and a resigned discomforting awareness that the answer lies just and forever beyond.

Although we sometimes venture into topics of potential interest, rarely will there be enough detail to render the writing informative, this is not an academic pursuit and will cover no frontiers of the imagination nor wit, there will be no inventions of the intellect and barely a sufficient commentary on anything of that like.

 It is an occasional attempt to express or convey some of the moments that caught the slothful authors imagination that lingered long enough to last till the end of the day, or deep in the night, on such days that it was possible to spare an hour or so at the computer attempting to share the experience... 
Abandon all hope those who have read this far! 

Chances are what you were looking for was the very next result in your Google search, please go back and check, enlightenment may be just a click away. You'll find nothing here but shadows on a wall.

God Bless

Monday, January 29, 2018

Visiting Geelong

Just thought I'd add a few words and some photos from the week I spent in Geelong with Work attending the an indigenous ministry conference.

The highlight of the conference was getting opportunity to listen to the Key Note Speaker Mr Harley Eagle. Harley is an expert on trauma experienced by First Nations people. A very caring and understanding man I wish I'd been able to attend every session but I had some other responsibilities during some of his talk. Here's a brief clip of Harley playing flute. 

Sorry this post isn't about what I was officially there to do, I'll have to skip that commentary. 
Now back to me talking about my own simple life.

I was fortunate to be visiting Geelong for work, accompanying a group of people to a conference, but there wasn't a great deal of actual work involved. My role was driver, gofer, carer and administrative fixit boy. 

Being a relatively small group and due to the fact that the organizers had taken responsibility for basic services the workload was ligher than usual although as usual I was required to be on call 24/7 so there wasn't much free time. I attended the meetings and assisted people with personal needs that weren't covered by the organizers but thankfully meals, agenda, minutes, video and camera duties were all taken care of. 

Geelong Grammar - By appearances it really is all that!
The venue was Geelong Grammar! Being a public school boy I had never actually seen a school like this. Fair Dinkum! It's like something out of a movie about the British aristocracy in the 19th century! The school was surrounded by immaculately cared for gardens and perfectly trimmed hedges! The sports oval was covered in a 1cm high flush of perfect green turf that springs back when you step on it... (Oops I wasn't supposed to step on the grass).

Being school holidays this was the time for maintenance at the school, a huge team of people were busy trimming bushes, polishing windows and applying the annual coat of paint to the sports pavilion. Yes that's right, they paint everything once a year!  

Dining Hall

When I first entered the dining hall I thought I was in Hogwarts!

The Grammar is located in Corio, before you get into Geelong in a space between the heavily industrialized North Shore and the wetlands on Hovell's Creek.

Approaching the school you might think you're headed to a wasteland but if you go for a short walk toward the coast you can find a great little trail that follows Hovell's creek past Lime Burner's Lagoon and some fairly under appreciated wetlands.

Romulus - Where I left him

Lime Burner's Lagoon Jetty

My busy schedule for the week didn't allow much exploring but I managed to bring my bike (Romulus) down from Melbourne so cycled the coastal trail before breakfast and after dinner each day. The weather varied from quite cool to very bloody hot (43C) 
Romulus beside Hovell's creek trail sign. (with bullet hole)

A brief break allowed me time to visit an old work friend who brought me to his home which is nestled in a quiet little corner of North Shore. He'd moved there with his partner to participate in a community development program are Norlane called Urban Seed. Apparently the program has morphed a little since its inception. Funding avenues may have changed but at it's core, I am told, is a decent group of people who are committed to sustaining a vibrant and caring community. Norlane is in a part of Victoria that has experienced decades of economic hardship. 

I enjoyed visiting North Shore. At first glance it doesn't look like much, just a few streets of old houses caught between the refinery and various other dockside industries. In fact it was quite a nice place, a quiet corner close to the sea, and not too far from town. 

In the shadow of what can appear to be a crumbling industrialized wasteland, are little pockets and sanctuaries that give hope and allow life to flourish. There was quite a lot of bird life to be found in the shrubs and wetlands, people came to fish or to walk and I even saw a few hares in the paddocks. 
These are the moments I seek. The 'Thin Spaces'.

View of You Yangs from Hovell's creek

I hope to get back there some time to visit the Church they have converted into a community hub, meet some of the people who have devoted themselves to the project and explore some forgotten corners of the bay if I can. 

Jetty @ Limeburner's lagoon