Kholo creek

above Kholo creek
a pink mountain, pink grassy heads swaying gently against the setting sun.

beside Kholo creek
an imprint of her hand in the cold, wet clay.

lost in the night
three childhoods, his parents’ pride, & little sister’s fierce love.

information overload

There is so much bad and sad news about.
And all of it important: Deforestation, Pollution, War Crimes, Domestic Violence, Hate Crimes, Homelessness, and so much more.
To ignore any of it seems a crime in itself. Do I want to be ignorant and unfeeling?
And yet is lying awake at night in a state of paralysis doing any good either?
And so I picked one thing I can do, one thing that is the very best of what I have to offer.

I plant trees.

I plant trees and have faith that those of you who document, march, write letters, offer safe harbour and commit other acts of nonviolence are all out there taking action with me.

All of us, all giving the very best of ourselves.

via Daily Prompt: Overwhelming

Youth Workers Wanted

We are recruiting dedicated, experienced and enthusiastic
Youth Workers.

This is a
casual position with the
possible opportunity to continue on an ongoing basis.

Shifts include days evenings sleepovers and weekends.

You will be required to assist clients under
child safety orders, with
complex care needs and
trauma based illness. Some may display
high challenging behaviours such as
self-harm,
suicidal ideation,
drug and alcohol dependencies and
absconding.

You will provide
high quality support that
addresses client needs and
enhances independence, abilities, community participation and
quality of life.

This is a
casual position with the
possible opportunity to continue.

You will be required to transport clients in your own vehicle.

To be considered for the role you must have

2 relevant references within the Youth Sector
12 months (+) paid experience in a residential care setting
Proven experience supporting youths in crisis
Ability to engage effectively with all different personalities
Ability to manage challenging situations as they arise
Outstanding interpersonal skills
Commit to a variety of shifts
Cert IV in Youth Work
Drivers licence
Own reliable transport
Comprehensive car insurance
First aid certificate
CPR Certificate
Manual Handling Certificate
Blue card
Yellow card and a
Smartphone to accept shifts and manage timesheets on our app.

This is a
casual position.

Benefits

Flexible working hours
Use our app, you’ll never miss a shift
Opportunity to increase your experience
We are the leading recruiter of healthcare in Australia
Rewards: gain points for client feedback. Transfer points to the
Qantas Frequent Flyer program! Travel the world.
24 hour support from a dedicated team
Manual handling course – free of charge to successful candidates

a
casual position.

Apply Today

A rewarding career awaits!
If you are interested please apply online.

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casual employee has no guaranteed hours of work, usually works irregular hours, doesn’t get paid sick or annual leave and can end employment without notice [and have employment ended without notice], unless notice is required by a registered agreement, award or employment contract.
Fair Work Australia.

if your religion requires you to hate someone you need a new religion… Seriously?

Dear friend,

I am feeling sad and confused by your facebook post. So I ask you what religion requires you to hate?

You reply you had no religion in mind, just any religion that requires that.

I say no religion requires that. Maybe people who interpret their religion that way need a new brain.

[I was just trying to be funny to lighten things up. I would like to have said Maybe we need to find out why people are interpreting their religion that way. And thinking about it even more, maybe we all need ‘new brains.’ But I’m cheating, I now have the blogger’s luxury of a little more space and time to reflect.]

Anyway, you say that’s not so catchy. Though it is more accurate. And you tell me your religion in kindness.

and I feel sad because this is no doubt true. And with that kindness in mind I ask you, my friend, to please remove your post not because it offends me but because it offends you.

 

 

 

peace in my kitchen

i get home from work and the dishes are dirty and the rubbish overflowing and they should have cleaned the kitchen but they are watching the tv and i feel frustration and sadness and anger.

i want to slam something and tell myself that they simply don’t care but today i remind myself that i can hold the peace here and remember that i can have order and harmony and community, remember that all i need to do is ask – and listen – gently. and i go to speak to them and see they are watching bombs go off in paris.

oh, paris!

yet there is peace in my kitchen. it’s a small thing, something i can hold

something i promise to hold and grow.

reminder to self: what it’s like to be stuck in a low

It’s like this. I have a stone in my shoe. I know its there. It hurts. I know it will need to come out sometime, but not just yet. I can’t stop now in the rain, in the middle of a great sea of people pushing me along, hurrying me. I can’t sit here and remove my shoe, and maybe my stocking too, and be all exposed. No way. I need to find the right space, to be safe.

There is a stone in my shoe. Sometimes I forget that it’s there and I don’t remember why, but I am looking for a safe place, a chair, or a step even, out of the rain, out of this crowd of people pushing at me where did they all come from? Noise is coming out of their mouths, but it does not make sense.

There is a stone in my shoe. I think I have been here before, but the people around me are obscuring my view and they make so much noise, I can’t hear my own thoughts. Am I walking in circles?

My foot hurts. I want to sit down and rest, but I can’t find the right place. I am so tired. I want to tell someone but everyone is pushing me on and on and I don’t know why.

My foot hurts. Is there a stone in my shoe?

white foxes

my friend
there is so much that you have missed

each morning the sun still rises to touch the clouds with gold
that place that sells the good kebabs is making real lemonade again
and Sara’s baby girl giggles in her sleep

they say she couldn’t see that anymore she lived in a world with no colour

but last night, in a world bleached by fog I saw
two white foxes in the headlights
suspended

how I miss you
dear friend

Gratitude day 5

Our guineapigs who art in heaven hallowed be thy names. Please say g’day to the goat who ate the lantana, to silver, the fat brown pony who never wanted to cross the road, to old trinity who pigrooted and farted, to my gorgeous chooky-girls, to munted bill who said wanna scratch? and bit the hand that fed, to wendy who looked into my eyes and sighed, to the cats who tried to teach me to hunt by leaving hell-spitting snakes in my bed, to gentle ben, and to faithful willie who cried and cried when ben died. May you all be living in green pastures, may you all ever-experience the love, companionship and fun that you bought to my life. amen

Gratitude day 4

for the little brown dog who has trotted beside me for most of my life through years across the state across the country – valiantly I have pushed her away, stopped being so damn sensitive, drank the concrete, changed my thoughts, words, my mind… but every time I say I’m ok she nips at a heel to trip me up, brushes her damp body against mine causing the hell-rash, or pounces on me in my sleep to wake me terrified, screaming or weeping

for yesterday when I sat on the train with the water from yet another job ‘no’ leaking from my eyes wondering again what was wrong with me that I couldn’t just appreciate what I had and think of the starving children and be goddamn grateful for fs sake

for when I found her damp and smelly right in my lap. She poked her wet nose into my ear and whispered safely and she left me

for when I finally contemplated safety and what and where and who and when and why safety is and how I might as gently and sensitively as I please go about finding myself some more of that safety

for now – I spot my little friend sitting just outside the back door. I sit with her a bit, content, and throw her some scraps. She leaves them for the chooks, and stretches out in the sun, dry and warm basking

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