It’s raining; in fact it’s pouring with no evidence of snoring. There is no let up. Storms are lashing the east coast of Queensland heading southwards into NSW and beyond. There is flash flooding in places and the advice is to stay indoors so that’s exactly what I’m doing. The birds are sheltering in the trees trying to keep dry looking very bedraggled and occasionally complaining by way of a sorrowful cry. I’m sparing a thought for those people less fortunate than me, who don’t have a roof over their heads. I’m also sparing a thought for farmers in parts of Queensland who have been in drought for years who will be celebrating the final arrival of much needed rain – how tough these people have it; I am so fortunate. I’ve been reminded of A Fortunate Life by Albert Facey. It’s Albert’s own life story compiled from a collection of notes he had written throughout his life. Born in 1894, he was raised in part by his Grandmother and by the age of eight was working on farms in Western Australia. He struggled to live as a rural worker, survived Gallipoli and lost his farm during the Depression – and that’s just the start. But Albert considered that he had lived a fortunate life full of rich experiences. A truly wonderful insight into rural Australian life and well worth a read. Very humbling.
Chief is in Auckland on a jolly for the weekend and I am recovering after flying all over Queensland this week. It’s a perfect day to catch up with some of my Everyday Inspiration assignments as I’m way behind – it’s a good job I”m not being assessed. It’s a perfect day to write, more to come….
Waking the Wombat 