Transition

From her tippy toes to the top of her head

Warmth rising

Flushing her cheeks

To a glorious rosy red

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Giddiness, joy, elation

Her head did spin

Was it the champagne

Or daily life intoxication

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A beautiful memory

A face looking at her

Feeling nostalgic

oh dear how young we were

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Her life of spectacular moments

Tells story upon her beautiful face

Softness, fine lines

Charming, full of grace

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Youth lays behind

Only in time

Keep dreaming of that life

Passion keeps you in prime

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A turning point

A time of transition

A time in life

A new definition

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From light to dark

She will shine inside

It’s grey, Imperfect

Move effortlessly through to the other side

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Wisdom and experience

As she enters a new phase

Elegance, truth and love

She will continue to navigate life’s maze

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Welcome to middle age a time of transition. It doesn’t have to be a time of darkness. Stay in the light 💋💋💋

#thursday prompt Sue Vincent

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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

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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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Weirdos walkabout

We experienced the sport of Rogaining today.

What’s that you ask?

That’s a great question!

The standard definition goes like this: –

Rogaining is the sport of long distance cross-country navigation in which teams of two to five members visit as many checkpoints as possible in the specified time. Here in Victoria, Australia, rogaines are typically run over periods of 6, 12 or 24 hours. In a bush rogaine teams travel entirely on foot, navigating by map and compass between checkpoints in terrain that varies from open farmland to hilly forest.

How the weirdo walkabout in Inverloch definition went is like this

Our event was more of a community based, fun event, even though we had elite athletes enter, yes we had ironman team enter our event and consequently win.

Suggestions for things we needed to bring on our event day:

* mandatory: pen ✅

* recommended: rain jacket, hat, sunscreen, sunglasses, water bottle, $$ for coffees, suitable footwear ✅

* consider: card table for your map during route planning ❌ next time we will spend more time pre-planning. Well this was our first rogaine.

A few of our rules

➢ all team members must remain within speaking distance of each other throughout the event –

The urge was there for the experienced runners to charge ahead. No we must stay together. Of course then we would experience the middle age bladder, the need for one to go to the toilet, the others have to wait. Of course, not everyone needs to go at the same time, so 15 minutes later, patiently waiting again as another MA (middle ager) goes.

Missing an opportunity to gain further points we would watch dishearteningly as other teams would pass us… was that a smirk I just saw on that team leaders face? Come on hurry up hurry up.

➢ go to checkpoints in any order; go to as many as you can & want to in allotted time.

We worked out about halfway through that we should’ve gone to the outermost destinations on the map. They were worth higher points. Focus more on getting our bonus points, such as eating and drinking in designated cafes and photo opportunities with the multitude of peculiar and well known stuffed toys around the region.

➢ you must go to the checkpoint to get the answer – no guessing or using Internet, or submitting answers you have prior knowledge of.

I was tempted.

➢ Start event at or after 9am :- hooter to sound at 9am.

No problems there! We arrived at 8:15 am we were ready to roll at 9 am.

➢ return completed clue sheet by 1pm :- 10 point penalty for every 1 minute late.

We handed in our map and answered questions at 12:56 pm

➢ points are the checkpoint number rounded to 10s, eg for #83, 80 points, for #102, 100 points; wrong answer gets penalty of equivalent points.

Our last hour was spent on the outskirts of Inverloch, scoring ourselves hundreds of points.

➢ Bonus points: State names of soft toys when you locate them;  where photos required, tick box once photo taken, & show scorers photos at finish; bring receipts from designated cafes (1 receipt per team per cafe at which one or more team members ate or drank)

we did, we photographed, we laughed.

➢ call Weirdo’s Walkabouts if needing clarification regarding any checkpoints or clues:- 3 calls per team allowed (mobile numbers will be on notice board at event entry station)

No calls were made by us!

This fabulous event took a group of 8 women who represent the middle age / peri menopausal group being 45 plus, to the beautiful beachside hamlet of Inverloch that saw us navigate in bush, beach, up and down hills, into cafes, checking letter boxes, climbing trees, locating soft toys found by utilising some part of the middle age brain that no longer functions in peri menopausal women. Somehow we deciphered the cryptic clues, went on to produce some classic photos taken with, Shrek, pooh bear, Spiderman, a dodo bird and many others. Basically we were running / walking all across and around this lovely town. Finding shade amongst the lush green surroundings, enjoying a quiet moment, well, as quiet as eight women giggling together can be and whilst appreciating the protection from the wind and rain in a small cavern set inside the beach mountain.

Locating weird and wonderful destinations to find yet another answer to another crazy question. We delighted in some local artwork and sculptures, for a brief moment the sun shone upon us, enjoying the beautiful scenery and surroundings that our non competitive competition took us on.

No no, this is not competition, we are not being competitive, we are raising money for a charity, enjoying the day and spending time with each other.

We laughed at and with each other over 4 hours. Stopping for a short respite at the nominated cafes, “a long black coffee please”, “a latte”, “I’ll have that pie” another of our crew yelled, “please can we have a receipt with that”. Each purchase at a designated cafe earned us another 50 points. Yesss, we would scream as we ticked yet another box to earn another 150 points.

Pre Rogaine

The morning started something like this

Alarms going from 7 am. Eight women in one apartment, however, very thankful for the two bathrooms and toilets.

“Are you having breakfast”? “No I’m not hungry”. “You better eat, it’s gonna be hours before we can eat again”. “Okay I’ll have a coffee and some toast”. “I’m going to have some muesli”, “do you want some muesli”? “No I’m gonna have scrambled eggs, who wants scrambled eggs”? “no I’m not hungry”, “oh okay I better have some scrambled eggs”. “I’ll have some avocado as well please, 2 pieces of toast”, (seriously & you are not hungry) “Oh it looks cold outside, it’s raining”. “Are you wearing a beanie”? “I’m gonna wear my crop top and my jacket, I get hot sweats, I don’t want to overheat”. It’s 9°, do you really think you are going to overheat”? “Ok I will I’ll put a T-shirt over my crop top”. “I’m wearing my thermals and my jacket, plus my waterproof jacket” “What if you get hot”? “I’ll tie it around my waist”. “Won’t that be annoying”? “I don’t think I’ll get too hot, I feel the cold”. “do you think maybe I should wear a warm jacket”? “Yes I do”. “Gloves, who is wearing gloves” ? Yes me, me , me, I’m taking gloves, “do you have a spare pair of gloves”? “yes I do, do you want me to bring them for you”? “No! I should be okay.” “I’ll take your spare pair of gloves”. “I’ve got two pair of socks on”? “I’m taking my beanie, have you got a backpack”? “Can I put my spare pair of gloves in your backpack”? “I’m gonna wear my thin jacket”, “I’m gonna wear my pink jacket”. The conversation was crazy, funny, factual, made sense, at the same time made no sense, if anyone had of been listening. Yikes!

I wish I had recorded that 15 minutes of conversation. This is this was how the whole 48 hours with this group of women went. Sound crazy? Perhaps, but this is a group of women all around the same age group who support each other, and care about each other, laugh at each other, laugh with each other, look after each other. This was a group of caring women. Caring about each other.

Piling into two cars, we head to the starting point. As we wait, the sun comes out, it begins again. Being the only backpack carrier, can I have my car key out of your bag? yes! I’m going to put my beanie and gloves back in the car.

Middle Ager arrives back to the group, the rain starts, can I have my car key back again? I’m going back to get my beanie and my gloves.

The day was rain, wind, sunshine, but, never warm.

The event ended with 8 girls exhausted & hungry.

I’m starving, if I don’t eat I’ll die, I’m dying of thirst. I need a cake and coffee, where can we go, I want vegetarian, Oh I need a hot pie, hot coffee please, I want eggs and bacon. So it went. 8 women scurried off in three different directions. Meeting back at a pop up clothes shop. Of course how can 8 girls go away for a weekend and not go shopping.

Drive back to our warm apartment and here it goes. “I’ve got a blister on the heel of my foot”, “I’ve got a blister on my toe”, “my knee is aching, look at it it’s three times its normal size” as everyone squeals in displeasure at the pockets of fluid protruding out of one knee. ” I need a massage”, “I’ll massage you” says another.

I sit back and laugh as I listen to these conversations.

This group of amazing women are a contrast of various non associated business women. Meet Gaye an online entrepreneur/sales/fitness fanatic/marathon runner, Julie a doctor/yoga instructor/cyclist, a multi talented woman she is, Janette a plant based eater/pilates instructor/functional fitness trainer dabbling in menopause coaching/writer/dog rescuer/travel lover and blogger, Karen a extraordinary hairdresser/interior designer/ski bunny/fashionista, Kathy a developer and real estate guru/animal sanctuary volunteer, extreme sports and risk taker, Mandy a personal assistant/saving the environment/a highly intelligent exercise enthusiast, Andrea a level headed, smart medical secretary/museum and history lover/can do anything she sets her mind too/ does not love exercise and finally Shelle another interior designer/vegan/entrepeneur/teaching and inspiring women to be all they can and making fabulous funky outfits, headbands & bags.

All contributing to making our world a little bit of a better place to live in.

The afternoon witnesses beautiful women having insightful chats, enjoying healthy and unhealthy nibbles, whinging about painful body parts, forgetfulness and hot flushes.

The phone call came, our teams came first and second respectively in the veteran females. Third overall.

Not bad for a bunch of middle-aged menopausal women attempting their first Rogaine. Of course you could!

Coming first in the event was the elite ironman team, who happened also to be veterans.

Go the oldies!

We veterans rock. We veterans, yes the oldies, scored first, second and third, us youngish fabulous oldies.

Veterans were in the age bracket of 40plus, hardly what I would call a veteran but ill go with it.

Time for a cocktail at the RACV beachside resort, to celebrate a our placing in the event. Seriously did we need an excuse? Karen and Andrea may have started celebrating already. Champers in hand. Shhh what happens in Inverloch stays in…. Inverloch

Dinner at the local Japanese Tomo saw us 8 hungry women over order & over eat. The food was divine. They catered to Shelle and Janette’s plant based dietary requirements perfectly.

8 Women arrived back to their Apartment before 8 PM.

Seriously what happened to the days of arriving home at 3 AM, staggering to bed? Reliving the events of the night before, the next morning.

By 8:30 PM we had cups of tea, chocolate, cake, and we were wearing crazy wigs and playing a game of Scattergories. This led to many more laughs due to our forgetfulness and inability to remember a certain word. “It’s on the tip of my tongue” “what’s that word again”?. “Why won’t my brain work anymore”? Seriously how can I be serious looking at you with that wig on?

Menopause darling, menopausal brain fog.

I used to be a highly intelligent woman.

Our final morning was not without drama. Karen and Andrea decided to head out for a bike ride around town to make plans for our last day. Mandy and Janette were heading to the gym. On arrival at the gym, a frantic phone call advised us Karen has had an accident, you need to get back.

Our dear friend Karen, the pillar of our group, larger than life, she, who laughs at everything, had come off her bike due to the wet and slippery road conditions. She was in tears with a suspected a broken ankle. Julie our resident doctor rang ahead to the closest hospital and two of the girls accompanied her, where it was confirmed she had, indeed, a broken ankle, possibly and most probably requiring surgery. This beautiful positive woman was still smiling as she lay in hospital.

48 hours of fun, laugh, hot flushes, forgetful moments and friendship.

Next one in June. Now this is a serious one how do you think we will go?

Thanks girls for the laughs ❤️

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Anzac Day – we will never forget

Every year I attend dawn service for Anzac Day. Every year the crowd grows. Every year I watch younger generations joining in with the older generations connected in spirit to remember those who fought for our country and lost their lives. Every year I cry for those we lost. On this day, every year I could not be more proud to be Australian.

Courage, tenacity, spirit and mateship was the essence of these heroic men. Many of those were the age of my generation sons.

We will never forget ❣️

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I wrote this poem last year ❤️

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25th April 1915

Saw an armada of ships

On the coast line of turkey convene

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Our troops descended upon the shore

Of foreign lands never tread upon before

In the dark of dawn, the wrong destination

Led sadly to the many casualties of war

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Australian and New Zealand Army Corps

Courageous & resilient

Let us not forget those casualties of wars

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Our fathers, our brothers

Sons of proud and sad mothers

Cousins, uncles, our mates

This sad war sealed over 60,000 of our owns fates

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More wars, more departures followed

In solemn silence,

our nation’s grief was swallowed

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25th April 2019

Dawn service

Aussie’s all over the world convene

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We remember there lives 104 years on

Mateship, sacrifice, heroes

The highest honor, the highest award to all of you

Australia bestows

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We will never forget

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Signed A Proud Australian