5 days in Darwin

Lucky I am. Don’t I know it, cherish it, appreciate it.

I know some of you, in fact a lot of you have lost your mums.

My heart literally aches for you every time I read a post about your loss and sadness. I grieve for you, I grieve with you. Even though your grief is still incomprehensible to me

If you are a lucky ones like myself, do something special with your mums regularly. It may be something that may seem little to you, don’t underestimate that small stuff, it is huge to them.

My mum and I go to the Frankston food court for lunch, yes true! Why? Because she loves it. Fish and chips and a cup of tea. Then a little bit of shopping. We go to movies together, she falls asleep, I wake her up, she gets grumpy with me, we laugh, we have a ball. No matter what we do, where we go, when I take her home we have another cuppa together, if I’m not working, we will watch one of the quiz shows, we compete, we win and when I’m leaving, she cuddles me so hard. “Thank you, I’ve had a beautiful day” she will say with the biggest smile.

Those are the little things, the moments that are special to her and that I will always cherish.

I am thankful every single day that I still have my mum with me.

We aim to have a little holiday together every year. It has been a cruise for the last two years which works really well. They suit her mobility issues. She loves the food, the activities and the ease of the travel.

Boarding flights, going to tourist activities, boarding buses, boats. Then there is the places we just cannot go, bugger that we say, let’s go somewhere better! There are times when it can be really hard and tiring for her and me. But would either of us change a thing. No way!

So Darwin it was this year and we took Darwin on and we slayed it. We left no stone unturned, especially when I nearly toppled poor mum out her wheelchair. Yes seriously. We got stuck, my gaffe, she tipped, I held on tight, I saved the day. We laughed! Phew! Lucky I work out!

My mum is a trooper. I admire everything about her. The strongest, bravest women I know or have ever met.

We enjoyed a movie at the deck chair cinema, a lovely evening and yes I’m still scratching. Bugs just love me. I could be cheesy and say it’s because I’m sweet 😂

Enjoying dinners, ice creams, walks and enjoyed a beer or two.

The markets were fabulous. We hit more than one, of course, tell me a woman who doesn’t like to shop, just a little. Skinny aisles and wheelchairs make for a lot of work, the reward sitting at the end of one aisle within a smoothie and my arm around my mum. Just people watching. Isn’t watching and taking in the world, just the best!

Everywhere we park our bums my mum makes a friend. She is totally deaf in one ear and 80% deaf in the other, she has no voice, she can’t walk very far anymore and needs mobility aids, but people are drawn to her, want to be her friend and love her! With all her disabilities, I dare you to take her on… I just laugh to myself at the very thought. She is switched on, funny, doesn’t take herself or life seriously. A good role model, don’t you agree?

The markets, yes, yes, our firm favorite was Mindil sunset Market.

I was actually wondering where all the people and cars were. It was so quiet in Mitchell street (town centre) It was like a big old ghost town. Night two Mindil market was our night time entertainment. Darwin has a population of 120,000, well I found 90 % of them at Mindil Market. Luck was with us, we got a car park fairly close by.

It was colorful, food vans, every cuisine you can imagine, assorted delectable aromas wafting through the air, stalls selling their handicrafts and goods. I come from a land downunder bellowed through speakers. On the stage right at the markets edge, the band was playing, surrounded by people were sitting on the grass, fold up chairs, on benches, walls, anywhere they could, eating, drinking and socializing.

A balmy brilliant evening, where we watched the sunset over the water, made friends and chatted to locals.

Now where did we leave the car?

I am, I am, I am a museum girl, I could spend hours reading, taking in every detail, reliving the moments. Both, the War Museum and Cyclone Tracey museum affected me, bringing me to tears. There is a sound simulation room in the gallery, that is pitch black, the deafening roar that gives only a minute understanding of the experience that the people endured whilst cyclone Tracey flattened their homes. Darwin has survived some tragic hardships, they survive, they stand up again and rebuild. You have to admire the hard working Aussie. Mum enjoyed many moments, exhibits and endured some, just for me. Bless her patience.

If you love a museum, they are a must.

Being the ridiculous dog lover that I am, even though I had a brief liaison with Brutus, (not quite as cuddly as my four legged furry friends) where are all the dogs?

Brutus? Dominator? Open your mouths! Day 4 before we saw our first dog. Day 5 we headed to the botanical gardens for “ a walk-in the park” though it wasn’t it “ a walk-in the park” as there was bloody big hills and I was pushing 65kg in a wheelchair up steep hills. Exercise for the day ✅, resulting in 2 hill climbs when I say to mum “ do you think we should go for a cold drink somewhere”

The point of this conversation was to tell you I witnessed my next 4 dogs whilst puffing and sweating my guts out! 5 days,5 dogs.

I do miss my babies.

The waterfront and beach suburbs of Darwin are home to some of the most beautiful real estate I’ve seen around.

We drove around, daydreamed, talked about a fantasy life where we moved from brrrr freezing Melbourne to the tropical warmth Darwin. It really is a lovely city. Small, easy to get around. Lovely restaurants. Oh and cocktails. I made friends with Brutus the croc.. he did smile at me, he did! I’m sure of it.

We made another beautiful memory. My mum and I. We are lucky and we know it. Next trip, a cruise. ❤️

Thank you Darwin for your hospitality, I will definitely recommend a trip to Darwin. I’ll be back Brutus I promise. So much more to see and do!

So as we dropped her off at 1:30 in the morning, she cuddled me tight and said geez I love you & I love you back Mum. She thanked me for the most beautiful time. I responded, no thank you for sharing it with me!

Love you to the moon and back ❤️

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A crushed dream

Tell me words of love

Hold me to you tight

Wrap your warm arms around me

I promise I won’t wriggle or fight

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Whisper in my ear

How much you love me so

Look into my face with affection

Please don’t let me go

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Sit me on your knee

Jiggle me up and down

Please don’t stop

But if you do

I promise I won’t cry or frown

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I’ll be a good girl daddy

Just you wait and see

I’ll eat my veggies, count to ten

If you just stay and keep on loving me

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Never leave me daddy

You vowed to never leave my side

I will hold your hand everyday

I long to be your joy, your pride

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You abandoned my daddy

You left me it would seem

You made a promise to me

Your gift to me, a crushed dream

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Never smile at a crocodile?

I did and I survived

Day three of “chicks on holiday adventure in Darwin”

Wow what a day.

Adelaide river here we come. I loved the drive inland. Only a couple of hours. Great roads, easy driving. Peaceful! It was wakeful meditation.

Mum and I head out with to meet Captain Harry, a fervent conservationist on the Adelaide River to watch him feed the crocodiles, learn and just be in the croc moment.

I pre-warn them about my mums mobility problems. She was met and escorted onto a boat by Captain Harrys son Sean. I look at her with much love thinking jeez you’re a quick worker mum. “Look at you” I say to her, “you’ve got a man on your arm within five minutes of getting here.”

I’m about to meet mine, “the dominator”a 5 1/2 metre long 80 year old, more mums vintage but I was intrigued.

Harry told us “ we have to watch this one” he is an aggressive bugger, cranky, and will eat anyone or anything who comes into his patch.

Now Brutus, while still the old man at 100 years young, larger than the dominator, was reported to be gentle and beautiful, for a crocodile that was, he would reportedly pop his head up and look into the boat to see what was going on and if there was any food for him. Gentle and beautiful is more up my alley, At 100 he has barely any teeth left but could still crush you between his jaws mind you. I chose not to test out this theory! Who knows that song, “never smile at a crocodile? “

Well I did. I smiled at Brutus, I talked to Brutus. As I do, crazy animal lady, I talk to animals. I spoke to Brutus, I smiled at Brutus, I was enamoured by Brutus. I do believe Big old Brutus smiled back at me.

Or was that him sizing up his next meal?

Captain Harry did remind me, not to hang over the side of the boat as they may confuse me with food. Do I resemble a buffalo?

I was amazed by these creatures, there very size and magnificence. The dominator and Brutus were the stars of the day for me, We did meet a few others along our path, females only 2.5 metres, young males a mere 3.5 metres, tiny! A mother protecting her babies. She did at that. As we drifted into wards the bank, she flew through the water, up onto the bank and protected. A mother is a mother human or animal. The river calm, still and peaceful even in the moments as the croc approaches, silent, a splash as he erupts from the water and the smack of jaws slamming shut on a poor unsuspecting bird. They are quick!

Captain Harry shared his part of the river and it’s history, now in his 80s, he is still trying to protect crocodiles and their babies from the money makers exploiting these “protected” animals from government which allows egg collection and the use of their skins for the luxury goods industries.

In their efforts, they try to cover the nests of croc eggs so they are not in visible from overhead. The commissioned groups that fly overhead looking for nests. Crocodiles lay round 50 eggs, only once a year, these stealers of life, come in and take every single egg, not even even leaving a few for the poor mother. It’s heartbreaking what we do to animals. But you all know how I feel about that.

The day was fabulous backed up by a beer at the famous Humpty Doo Hotel. Most famous for its hamburgers, which I did not indulge in. Buffalo, Barramundi, and crocodile burgers were not for my palate. I scoured the menu for a vegan burger. Not one insight. But jeez that beer went down well.

Now I’m looking for Duncan, coz I need to have “a beer with Duncan me mate!”

Sue Vincent Thursday Photo Prompt – #writephoto

A seed is planted

A seed is planted

Growth begins

Healthy roots equals solid values

We grow our foundation,

spreading deep within

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The trunk

Unwavering solidity

Withstanding storms

It sways, but it stands strong

Reflecting our enduring integrity

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The branches

Different paths and lessons

in one lifetime

Diverse journeys,

various directions

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The leaves

are cycles we experience on our way

Like the branches

Some stay

Some fly away

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Others will fall

Some branches are very long

And outlast them all

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Writephoto -Thursday photo prompt with Sue Vincent

Roots of Goodness

Dear mum,

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Tender in heart, motherly in nature

My maker, my giver

My mentor

My teacher

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Your life, a story etched

upon your beautiful face

It tells of a life lived

It was hard, there were challenges

You lived through it all,

full of grace

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Enduring more the many who know you

would ever know

Stories that shaped who you are today

Resembling the buds of a flower

You survived

You did bloom

You did grow

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I celebrate you my mother

Strong in body, mind and heart

Encompassed with a

beautiful vehicle

Your goodness, ethics, honour

Your love,

a brilliant miracle

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Your spirit,

Your inner essence

Your whole being

A peaceful presence

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Your kindred deeply grounded

Sun shines on your foundations

Light from you,

Abundant love is surrounded

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I revere you

Determined, resilient,

strength that carried you far

I respect you

Deep rooted, immersed within,

In my heart is where you are!

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The roots of all goodness lie in the soil of appreciation for goodness Dalai Lama

Write photo -Thursday photo prompt

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First contact

Peeking through the window his eyes wide, aghast or surprised? Both perhaps but that quickly turned to horror

Aliens don’t exist Kyle. Granny’s words echoed around his head as the vision gurned at him through the bedroom window.

However the face that gazed at him suggested this was not true. This small ruddy whitish face with large deep black eyes was not of this world. Those black eyes stared at him as if they were reading his mind, his soul, he was searching for something. What was he looking for?

They stared at each other for what seemed forever, an eternity, in fact it was probably only a few minutes. Strangely he felt no fear.

He was curious to the language the other worldly being used. Was it words, noises, he didn’t know but he did understand that this being was asking him to follow him. The stranger beckoned him with his hand gesture, as his raspy voice whispered something, nothing, everything.

He followed, he was questioning everything he had ever been told. Why am I going? he asked himself mindfully as he opened the window. He clambered out onto the window sill, where he sat.

Again the being waved him to follow him. He whispered in his strange language again. As if magic, Kyle was levitating. Then in the next instance floating through the air towards this bizarre being.

A glowing light descended from the sky upon them. In a flash they were being beamed up.

To what?

Whoosh. Kyle’s eyes opened. Perplexed, he looked around. Blinking as if to be sure he was seeing what he was so in fact seeing. “Am I dreaming?” I am in a spaceship? What happened to me? He looked around? This place was massive, dark, the walls were green as if moss was growing, patterned, it was gothic like. It reminded him of a Harry Potter movie.

Four pairs of large deep black eyes watched him curiously. He still felt no fear, only trust. Why? He should be scared. Petrified, Somehow their eyes showed a kindness, curiosity and knowledge.

The communication between the beings and himself was just a deep understanding, between the aliens, their raspy tones, different pitches was as if a conversation was taking place between Alex his best mate and himself.

Two of the alien creatures gently guided him to a chair. In front of him, a large control panel. There were so many buttons and levers. Feeling overwhelmed and somewhat fearful,, what are they going to do to me? What did they want from him.

One of the beings gestured for him to press a button. Symbols that he had never seen before had him daunted. Again he gestured to press.

Kyles was confused ” but what do I press?”

Trust your gut, granny always said. Her words rang in his ears. Trust !

Thoughts raced through his mind. Throwing caution to the wind he closed his eyes, letting his fingers feel their way. His pointer fingers rested momentarily and he pressed.

The beings seemed impressed, they knew they had made the right choice. A few tests confirmed their thoughts. A gentle touch on his shoulder alerted him to open his eyes.

A virtual screen commenced playing before him.

His eyes filled filled tears, as he watched the horrors of his world and it’s inhabitants self destructing.

The world had been warned, that the day would arrive. World leaders had not listened, everyone was greedy and money driven. Humanity had lost its compassion and empathy. The end of the world as we knew it. We are killing our world. The alien beings had been watching the demise of the human race and it’s world for years. They are discombobulated as to why these strange beings ruin this natural beauty, that they treat living creatures with such cruelty and disdain. Why?

Kyle thought why?

He heard the raspy voice, this time it said “come!”

Kyle followed into a large white walled room. Everything was stainless steel and sterile. A trolley, equipment, probes, screens, computers so advanced, beyond anything he had ever seen or imagined.

Guided to the only bed in the room, they directed him to lay down. He did, then nothing. Dreams, vibrant lights, probes, on him, off him, aliens around him. Touching him, mesmerised by him.

His eyes open, looking around at the familiar surroundings. His hawks football poster, trophies, school medals, science awards, photos, his pet dog Prince lay beside him. Had he only dreamt it?

Lying in his warm bed, reliving the dream, it seemed to be fading from his mind as quick as he attempted to recall it. Then it was gone.

Leaping out of bed, he heads to the bathroom for his morning shower. Undressing, he catches a glimpse of his bare torso in the mirror.

Noticing red marks on his torso and neck. What? He moves closer. What is that?

A flashback. Probes had entered him, wires monitoring him, the words coming back. Humans are killing what they have. Your planet is dying.

We want to help YOU save the world.

You will be one of the earths leaders. You will help rebuild the planet. We are implanting the knowledge, the insight, wisdom, negotiation and intelligence.

Please use these gifts to make a difference in your world. Lead the way, teach humanity about compassion, guide them to make better choices, preserve dignity.

Kyle a self confessed science nerd, invented a biodegradable replacement for plastic. 20 years later, this generation has never touched plastic. They are horrified of the film clips they see of sea life dying, a polluted world that by 2050 would have been more plastic than sea.

Animals are friends, treated with love and compassion as they should, where the natural circle of life exists.

No longer a food source or commodity, not used as money generators or for the fun of tourists. Animals on the brink of extinction are slowly growing in numbers again. Less consumerism of beef and dairy has reduced impact on the rainforests, there is regrowth. The earths temperature begins to drop due to a reduced volume of greenhouse gasses.

Kyle became an internet sensation with his influence about changing habits. Encouraging society to renounce their throwaway habits. Less consumerism. Plant seeds, grow fruit and veggies.

Cars run on a fuel made from coconut. Paper and leather made from hemp.

Kyle addressed the world 20 years on from his incident. I had a dream 20 years ago that we would get a second chance. His words spoke of a United world, no longer a greedy or ego driven world. No hate or racism. One world with people who cared.

It was his time to stand, a leader, a teacher, a hero, help make a world to start anew! He still had work to do. They would continue to learn from those above, those who had the ability to see the big picture.

This time the world would do it right. They have too. They are being watched.

First contact

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Eclipse

Humans have defined wildlife. When did we become our worlds jury?

We declared them wild, a justifiable means to slaughter these gentle beings.

In fairness and compassion our planets wildlife eclipse that of humans.

The human race extinguish beauty.

Animals display beauty, kindness & empathy

They give human second chances. Do we deserve it?

Animals have an insight that surpasses humanities capabilities.

Animals hold an inner compass that shows a tender heart and soul.

We shade in comparison, we grow dim.

We show no remorse.

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