It is New Years Day 2024

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Last years race is now over, and the new pathway has begun. Christmas Celebrations were had, and now all over. New Years festivities have been played out, I would imagine that many a person awoke this morning with a heavy head but a light cheerful heart, and the first day of January 2024 has now begun.

It is a new year .

I have to be honest and say that last year -2023 for me was so busy with work expectations and commitments, with outside responsibilities jumping in to create less time for normality, ( if you can call it that) for being so rushed and busy that at times my world ran aahead of me. I did not really take time for me….I did not slow down, I did not simply take ‘time’.

Don’t get me wrong, I truly love my work. I honestly enjoy what I do. I love the fast pace, the busyness, the people I engage with, the goals to work towards and achieve, the new roles undertaken this year, the banter and serious conversations with my staff, the stress and pressure of the daily hassles, the overwhelming life of the rat race, and all the great things that happened, the time with my children and grandchildren and my husband, of life as it was. But it was not sustainable. The pace was fast and at times very fast. Sometimes far too fast. Life and its endless tendrils ran past me!

So this year, I have made a resolution ( as we always do at this time of the year) not to let Life outrun me! Not to allow work to totally consume how I spend my time, how it affected both our lives. I need to try to have time for us…for me, that while work is always busy (and that wont stop ) but to be aware of how I deal with the time away from work. I have to make it work! To use the old cliche that ‘Life happens.’….yes but part of my resolution is that while it happens, we keep up with it and not let it pass us by.

So in my own self driven resolution, can I ask you to walk with me and in that walk, to also remember and reflect that:

In the race for success, don’t lose your breath, Toiling so much, forgetting life’s depth. Work, a worthy pursuit, but not at the cost Of moments that make our hearts feel lost. Dreams and ambitions fuel our stride, Yet exhaustion shouldn’t be our guide. Life’s more than tasks and a never-ending chore, It’s about finding joy, and wanting more.

Don’t let work’s burden steal your light, Leaving you too tired to embrace the night. For in the quiet moments, life’s beauty thrives, In laughter, in love, where true joy arrives. Balance is key, in this grand symphony, Work and living, in perfect harmony. Let’s not be slaves to a ceaseless grind, But savour life’s pleasures of every kind.

So as this New Year paints its canvas anew, Let’s promise to cherish moments, so few. Work earnestly, but let living inspire, So fatigue doesn’t quench our passionate fire.For in the pursuit of our dreams and drive, Let’s not forget it’s also about being alive. May this year bring a balance so true, Where work’s reward doesn’t obscure the view.

These words I have written truly reflect how I feel. I can hosetly say that I am not sure how I am going to go…but I will try…that I can promise you! So …Watch this space….as they say. because I will let you know this time next year how I went !!!!

Cancelled ????????? Not on our watch!

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IMG_3920Do you know what it is like to have your last minute re-organized – all your well and truly prepared plans to go awry? How do you feel? Well let me tell you!

The last morning of our week away dawns. Farewells have already been said the night before by Facebook complete with those happy contented final pictures of our New Zealand destination. The taxi has been ordered for the morning, securing a time to take us to the international airport. Bags are packed, boarding passes downloaded onto our phones. Everything is ready.

Waking out of a luxurious slumber on this last morning, drawing open the floor length curtains, and we are greeted with the most amazing sight of snow that has fallen on the mountains before us. Nature had certainly entranced and engaged us with this last viewing of the wonderful landscape before us. Hugging each other tightly, we feasted our eyes on this wondrous breathtaking sight of snow covering the once green landscape viewed only a few hours before. Breathing in the icy air, seeing the sunlight glint and sparkle on this white scene and my thoughts were only of what an exceptional way to end our week away! Not to mention romantic, knowing we were heading back to reality and the work claims on both our times. This was truly amazing! Spectacular and breathtaking.

But all was not tranquil and peaceful. Stretching sumptuously like a cat in the sunlight I reached for my phone only to see that our lunchtime Qantas flight home to Sydney had been cancelled! Not quite believing what my eyes were seeing, I called to Marc to check his phone and yes- there were all our specific flight numbers with a long line through them accompanied by an email informing us that our flight was definitely cancelled. No enlightenment as to why. No explanation given. Just cancelled. And of course, no apology either.

I have never had a flight cancel…with all the trips abroad we had shared, not an international one anyway! Can you now imagine what my serene exterior was now like? No, it was not serene or calm at all. My inners began to quake and tremble. The knot in my stomach started to tighten. This could not really be happening. You see this happening in movies or read other blogs and think “oh how dreadful” …but not once do you think that it could happen to you. Not on an international flight anyway!

Jumbled thoughts of ‘where do we stay’…. ‘Accommodation is fully booked’…’what if we cannot leave today or even tomorrow’…. ‘What about our puppy waiting for us and no Mistress or Master to return home to cuddle him and ensure that we had not deserted him’……’what about work?” (Oh yes, I did think about work but not for too long -truthfully that was not truly my worry- after all I could certainly do without heading back to work…and we both said we really didn’t want the holiday to finish yet anyway….) but questions roller-skated through my head as I faced this unplanned dilemma! Of course, Marc again being levelheaded read the email further and rings the number given us. The usual press 1, press 2 , press 3, oh press 1 again and then endless loud blaring music entertains us as we wait in the quandary cycle of calls to the international Qantas head office to determine what we were going to do!

After approximately 45 minutes we finally were greeted with an actual voice. Explaining our predicament, she repeated that yes, our plane had been cancelled. (We already knew that!) As we had bought business class tickets, (just to finish the holiday) after more never-ending cycle of music with her own many frequent calls through to her own supervisor “I’ll just check with my supervisor first sir” … (Did you know that there were problems with downgrading from a business class to an economy one? Really- all we wanted was a seat on a plane home, at this point in time, I would have been happy sitting on the wing…perhaps that was a bit of an exaggeration, a touch chilly in these snow conditions not to mention the air chill…. but you get the picture,) and eventually offered us two solutions. One being that we could leave tomorrow with our business class tickets intact on a similar flight home or we could take a flight later today from Queenstown to Wellington and then onto Sydney.

All while this long-drawn-out conversation was happening, we investigated flights home today (via computer) through Virgin airways and to our delight there were seats still available. Not the normal economy seats but only premium x ones…more expensive and not many left. Obviously, other stranded passengers had thought the same thing- and they were being grabbed. Grabbing this better resolution and waiting until we had confirmed alternative bookings whilst this time keeping the Qantas person on a long, “Please wait”, Marc ended up declining the Qantas solutions and requesting a refund. We checked into our new VERY EXPENSIVE economy plus tickets on a Virgin flight back to Australia which also included changing our original flight from Sydney to Coolangatta tickets being relatively easy but once more very expensive to do so!

Relief. We were going home. Not quite in the way planned or expected or in a relaxed cabin being waited upon and enjoying those last-minute togetherness time (which has been my theme this whole week away). But we were going home! And today!

As you would think, the knot in my stomach should begin to unwind. My butterflies flipping upside and inside out within my stomach would begin to land and the unsettledness felt would become calmer. Not quite. Like a goose I do believe that my head and my bladder are connected tightly! When something goes wrong, or I am unsettled…I have to pee! Many times! Or maybe it was that contaminated town water in Queenstown that, in my fluster this morning, I absentmindedly drank without boiling it first. That of course added to my lack of equanimity and consternation as I then contemplated the numerous trips to the toilet I would have to take!! More chaos!

Arrival at the airport!

The announcement board before us.

Yes, Q124 had been cancelled- you could not miss it as that one word “Cancelled” glowed and dazzled at us from the screen! Funny thing though- all other flights from other carriers were still intact and flying! Just this one cancelled.

Checked in.

People around us chatting. Some passengers not chatting but rather ranting and raving at the desk airline attendants wanting seats on a plane. (They obviously didn’t know their flight had been cancelled until too late). Working within the consumer industry myself, I felt sorry for them dealing with these kinds of angry and demanding passengers before them.

And at last, that tension release commenced to filtrate slowly throughout my body. The knot that had wound tightly around my stomach was now letting go. Word games and puzzles on our phones and I began to relax once more into my normal face of humanity. My head stopped squeezing my bladder as chaos became organized once more.

Then another red flash appeared on the board. Another “Cancelled’.

Tentatively I looked up.

Do you know the alternative flight we were offered earlier today was now cancelled as well!

Holding Marcs hand, I laughed silently as I walked past all those waiting disgruntled passengers to our plane.

As I sat down in my seat, all I could think of was that God in heaven had indeed looked after us and guided our pathway .. …back to the earthly haven we knew! Home!

OH, what a feeling!!!!

Bad girl aren’t I!

“Southern Exposure”

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It is 3am. The world outside is sleeping quietly. The soft hum of the heating was the only sound that disrupted the silence of room 1018 of our hotel. The room was softly lit in the soothing glow of the nightlights filtering through the block out curtains, casting a pale, ethereal light over the space. I am being embraced by the soft sheets around me, the pillow caressing softly my head, blissfully unaware of the chaos that was about to unfold. I am calm. I am asleep.

In the midst of deep slumber, where dreams danced in the realm of subconsciousness, I was suddenly wrenched from my peaceful reverie by the shrill wail of a siren, a continuous non rhythmic high-pitched, piercing tone, coming from the ceiling above me. My senses jolted awake, heart pounding with an adrenaline surge, as the sound penetrated the tranquillity of the night. It was a rude awakening, shattering the silence with its urgent, piercing call, leaving me totally disoriented with my mind racing to comprehend the source of the disturbance. I lay there, a mix of confusion and heightened awareness, pondering the fleeting intersection of the dream world and the stark reality of an unforeseen disturbance. Was it a dream?

No, it is not a dream. It was quite real. Marc dives out of bed, drawn to the source above him as the wailing sound of the smoke alarm screams. He tries to stop it, to turn it off but it will not stop! It is so deafening. We hear people outside our door, and I am thinking that our bedroom alarm has gone off and the neighbouring sleepers are not happy, and I mentally prepared myself for the unhappy bangs on the door to “turn off that siren”. But no, they didn’t stop at our door. More footsteps, many more. Stairwells clatter beside us. Marc opens the door slightly to view the surroundings and informs me that we need to evacuate now. He could hear ALL the hotel room alarms going off.

In the chaotic urgency of this unexpected emergency, I was so disorientated. I had taken two melatonin the night before to ensure good sleep after our four day rail trail ride, but was now paying the price since I was still drugged.

We both realised that we had to get out of the hotel quickly. I am normally an organised person and know what to do in an emergency. But this was our first night in an unfamiliar hotel room in a different country. Nothing was familiar. And I was drugged and disorientated!

But all good.

Well, no, not quite!

For those that know me up close and personal, you will know what I sleep in, or more to the point what I do not sleep in. So can you imagine my mental and physical chaos when disturbed from a deep slumber and stumbling around an unknown room trying to find my pants. Not my underwear but my black tights to take me outside the room. I threw a top on that was lying beside the bed, but do you think I could find my pants! Being the first day after our rail trail trip, our clothes were lying everywhere, and it had literally rained clothes on the floor! But not good when you cannot find that important item to cover your nether regions before flying out the door. Even if it wasn’t for the outside temperature being only 3 degrees, my modesty would not bare (pun intended) having my nether regions exposed for all to see!

Marc is racing around being ever so practical, grabbing my backpack with the passports and wallets, jackets for the cold and, since time allowed computers, phones and power packs! Me, I am still rummaging through that pile of clothes on the floor looking for something to put on my bum before going! I just couldn’t find them!

Marc is urging me outside. What do I do? It is definitely time to leave the hotel room to join the growing fellow guests outside. In that sense of urgency, I am so flustered – standing there in a T-shirt, my winter jacket, socks and shoes but nothing else! Funny picture I know … but so true.

So- what happened?

Yes, I eventually found them. Not where they were supposed to be in that assortment of mess on the floor, but on the other side of the hotel room near the lounge. Why they were there who knows? I don’t even remember placing them there. Some fairy must have grabbed them through the night to remind me to be a little more organised while away ?

Yes … I put them on.

Yes … I got out of the hotel room

Yes … it was extremely cold … at 3am in the morning

No….we have no idea what the emergency / evacuation was about …

But my bum was now covered!

Part 4: The “Focus” of Life

IMG_3813Eutierria is a word that symbolises “the good and positive feeling of oneness with the earth and its life forces.” It arises when “the human-nature relationship is spontaneous and mutually enriching”. It also refers to secular experiences but when it occurs, your perception of the boundaries, the thoughts and feelings setting you off from the rest of the world and the heavens, seem to evaporate. The distinction between you and nature, or for me,  you and God breaks down. It is defined as becoming one with the universe.

I am truly not quite sure I did totally achieve ‘eutierra’ on our Rail trail, these past four days, but I certainly enjoyed some union with nature. As I connected with beautiful scenery as we rode along, in that natural world before me of gorges, valleys, plains, snow topped mountains, it did add to my ‘Eutierra’ feeling. But it was not all easy going or smooth flowing or riding graciously over the hills and plains to the next point. Both of us struggled up a few hills to achieve that highest point. We pedalled into headwinds, grunted and grinded over many, many, many rocks and bumps and gravel patches on the trail and slipped along on our bikes sometimes at speeds of 20-25kms/hr and others at 11-12kms/hr…totally dependent upon the terrain we were pedalling.

As an aside, my final night’s sleep on the trail was poor and not restful because of a belly ache that persisted through the night and continued into the final day’s ride. I can only assume this all developed from the sumptuous and scrumptious home cooked food consumed on our third night from our hostess, that was most enjoyable but far, far, too much. (Particularly after eating lightly on the days preceding.) My stomach obviously could not take it and I suffered badly. So …Tiredness, sore unmentionables and upset stomach did not quite make totally that eutierra feeling one is supposed to have when attuned into nature!

In my opening blog of this four-part conversation with you, “The Rush of life”, I talked about how little time we have and how busy we are. Sometimes you don’t see it until that brick wall hits you unexpectedly, like it did for me with the culmination of everything including the final straw in losing my beautiful golden retriever. But doing this trail meant that I was in the present, to use colloquial terms, “the here and now.” Aware and mindful of what was happening. Together, Marc and I, achieved a distance of 180kms of riding a rail trail and the associated side-tracks. The feeling of success and accomplishment was well and truly experienced! I was not focusing on what I needed to do. I was not focusing on what will happen tomorrow. I was not focusing on what had happened yesterday. I was there in that day – each of those four days…in the moment as they say! I was riding along, chatting companionably with my husband, taking in the timeless moment of what we were doing. Not only was the destination achieved of getting from the beginning to the end of the trail, but it was actually being there…simply doing it…pedalling away as well as my little legs would take me! That to me was just as important.

After the preceding weeks of mental and physical stress, riding this rail trail I also renewed and re-established  some of my physical and mental energy.  Yes, I physically worked my knees and legs. Yes, I still checked work emails for the paperwork required. Yes, I still found coffee shops on route with Wi-Fi and spoke to people and wrote contracts. Yes, I still waited for those much-anticipated videos from Heidi, our dog-sitter, and soaked up emotionally every minute I watched my younger dog, but I remembered to pause, to breathe, and nurture my mind, body, and soul even when things sometimes went wrong.

I don’t know what tomorrow will bring or how I will feel on my return home, but I am here.

I took time!

Just like Heidi had told me I needed.

Part 3: The “Pinnacle” of life

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IMG_3763Day Three of our Rail Trail was the ride from Ohurehau to Hyde…. approximately 60 kms…. (well 58.5 but who cares about the extra 1.5km- I am sure we did extra somewhere) ….and yes, my body is feeling it today! Sitting on a push bike, pedalling away and the trail is filled with lots of bumps, grinds and ups and downs and certainly not the kind most people prefer! After today’s ride, if you wished to become intimate – I think due to soreness of the nether regions that had been bounced about and bruised, the answer that most females would give would be a definite, “NO!”

The ride was a steady one…and it was here that the rail trail climbed to its highest peak of 620m..and yes it was almost continuous up. As far as a train going up this incline, it would have had to travel extremely slow. The ‘little engine that could’ on this part of the rail trail would be puffing and panting by the time it got to the top! But we did it.  Yes…Puffing and panting as well!  The highest peak sign informed us that it was “downhill from here” …not sure whether they were talking about the effects of our age or the actual rail trail gradients but essentially, they lied. There was some easy riding across the Maniototo Plain, but there were also some rises in there as well where we had to pedal hard to keep going. Not to mention the Head wind we were battling against at times too! (By the way in Kiwi land it is pronounced “Hid Wend”…we are getting quite a handle on the change of vowels!)

Ranfurly provided us with a break and scrumptious morning tea /lunch and the all-important opportunity to complete internet-dependent and time-critical on-line work. This was the last part of the ‘work away from home’ and it was such a relief once submitted. And fortuitous that we completed it since where we are staying tonight, there is no internet connection! (Hence the delay in this blog) That would have been a dilemma! (Downside … I cannot check how my puppy is going and that concerns me!)

The ride from Ranfurly to Kokonga was quite boring … flat farmland … greener, more sheep, more lambs … but long, dusty, and tedious, plus my knees did not want to keep pedalling. However, this all changed as we headed to Tiroiti where we entered the rugged cliffs of Upper Taieri Gorge with the Price River flowing below us. That was amazing. The scenery was breathtaking!

The track in the gorge wound around and around and sometimes you simply could not see where it was leading too. Many times, we looked ahead, but it was hidden away. At one time, riding 50 metres or so in front of Marc I totally disappeared on the rail trail rounding a curve, and it was simply “where had Lyndell gone”? (Yes, he found me!). More tunnels embraced us in their darkness as we walked through them — such an interesting phase of this trail. (Marc took off his sunglasses this time- he could see so much better!)

Do you know that verges of cliffs, gorges and bridges call out to me! They beckon me to come to their edge…to lean into them and to be swept off my feet (or bike in this case) to the bottom of their crevices?? Weird I know but they do. As I ride, I get this feeling that if I go close to them and look down, I will fall. Plunging downward, deep into their depths. That edge keeps pulling me closer every time. Of course, travelling along this gorge I had to keep myself from panicking when on the edge….and swapped sides with Marc many times to put distance between me and this ridiculous feeling. Many times, I “crossed to the other side” …. not quite in the way that saying is generally used…but I did. And eventually the days ride ended with our accommodation in an old school in Hyde.

Stopping to reflect upon today’s ride it was a difficult one in terms of physical exertion. I mean 60kms is nothing to scoff about.  Hard physical work but there was also more mental downtime as we pedalled together, chatting when needed and companiable silence when not needed. It was just Marc and I and the rail trail in all its shapes, appearances, beauty, and majesty.

But now … Hot Shower – here I come!

Part 2: The “Cycle” of Life

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IMG_3639With 48 kms completed of Day one under our belts…or knees…in my case…our second day of pedalling was a little different. Perhaps a little more relaxed, or perhaps I was unwinding even more? Strange thing to say when the day consisted of riding uphill for almost all of the day on a gravel track that sucked up knee power as much as the climb did. But discounting the downside was the scenery and the peacefulness of the ride.

Today’s trail took us through amazing countryside of lush green fields filled with endless sheep and lambs, snow kissed mountains in the distances, gorges and tunnels through those mountains, and of course, as you would somehow expect to see in New Zealand, more green paddocks and sheep. The sky was blue, the sun was high and although a little chilly (12 degrees @ midday), it all culminated in a scenic peaceful ride.

The fields were hemmed by mountains and hills, remnants of when long-ago the sea floor was pushed violently into the air by Teutonic plates crashing together. Subsequent erosion leaving jagged rocky outcrops and tors cleaved by deep gorges with rocky unclimbable sides. The builders of the railway, and thus the builders of the foundation of the rail trail, had to contend with this terrain but it took viaducts and bridges and dynamite-blasted tunnels to create a path through this countryside. And we were able to benefit from it by riding our bicycles up gentle (but VERY LONG) gradients.

Experiencing compost toilets along the way, all interwoven with nature did assist the female who at times needed to go…. but even these were unlike anything I had seen before! Riding over suspension and Trestle bridges where your rear end was definitely shaken rattled and rolled by the corrugations created by the railway sleepers…. And unquestionably “all shook up” took on a whole new meaning. Of course, entering a number of dark tunnels through the mountains was also another exciting feature on this trail. Dismounting (as directed) and entering the first dark cavernous mouth, darkness surrounded you completely, there were no reflectors, no lights. Just you and your bike walking silently companiable along together. The tunnel rounded a bend and as I walked, you could certainly imagine that historic train slowing down in the dark, breathing smoke and fire as it slowly rounded the curve.  Marc of course blazed the trail ahead for me, being the macho man that he was, but remarked at the end of this underpass, “it was extremely dark”.  He actually forgot to take his sunglasses off! (No wonder it was dark!).

Cycling on a rail trail is actually a fantastic way to explore any countryside being they are former railway lines that have been converted into bike paths, generally flat and easy to ride, making them ideal for cyclists of all ages and abilities. Well not quite flat as today’s trail took us almost to the highest peak 600 metres. Now we know that trains don’t go up hills like cars do, but there are still inclines and rises they have to chug through and over, and the same goes for the bikes.

As I was riding this section today, the phrase “I think I can, I think I can” from “The Little Engine that Could” children’ story book, came to mind. The narrative goes, that despite the steep climb and heavy load, the little engine slowly succeeds in pulling the bigger train over the mountain while repeating the motto: “I-think-I-can”. That little engine story is about teaching children the value of optimism and hard work. He thought he could make it up the hill…and he did….and guess what…so did I! To then culminate our trail ride by settling back in a small town of approximately 100 people…”Far from the madding Crowd” as the saying goes, with wine and a cheese platter for dinner.

I guess the key to the therapeutic qualities of cycling is its inherent mindfulness. Focusing on the physical and engaging mind and body purely on riding can take me away from negative, swirling thoughts, which take on such greater and troubling significance when I obsess over them. But once into my rhythm on the trail, the gravel, the dirt and dust, the bridges, my only thoughts are with each pedal stroke, how hard I can push myself and my speed as I cut through the air.

As I connected with nature today and headed off into the fresh air and be with my thoughts, letting my legs do the work, allowed me a little while to escape from my ‘other life’ – the multi-tasking and my grieving ‘other life’. To breathe a little better.

Have I forgotten my last few weeks personal and work related quandaries amidst all this nature ?Oh, most definitely not!

I am still grieving so much over my beautiful dog, Aslan’s, unexpected death. I see him in my dreams, in reality on the photos on my phone. I am still waiting for those highly anticipated daily videos of my puppy, Prince, from Heidi, to check on his own grieving and is he going ok?  Yes, I am still watching the work emails, arranging admin rosters for staff who inform me they are going to be away and preparing contracts for potential new staff that need to be submitted in a days’ time! But like the little train who uttered, “I think I can”, I am just taking one step at a time. I am taking that hill climb and pulling my engine through this natural beauty and mental downtime upwards.

Life isn’t always wonderful and perfect. Troubles difficulties, problems, and those rigid brick walls can appear seemingly out of nowhere, and you never know what the future holds. But being optimistic, taking small steps, can help you find the courage and confidence you need to keep going.

For me, that is all I can do for today.

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Part 1: The “Rush” of Life…

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As we strive to work through our daily routines, we all take on varying stress levels. We can handle a certain amount of stress while still feeling stable and comfortable, as well as fulfilled. But despite all the planning, scheduling, and multitasking, for so many of us there never seems to be enough of time. Planning a daily agenda during our morning commute to work, paying online bills while walking a dog, checking news while eating quickly or responding to e-mails during soccer or netball practice or while waiting for the bus or train are generally the new norms in our society. We multitask and in that process we  run non-stop around the clock, dividing our attention among millions of things, constantly scrambling for more time. Like two weeks ago, my aged mother suffered heart failure and was in hospital for four days. Being with her and also operating in my managerial role at work became the norm for much multitasking in that week I can assure you. Every day can feel a lot like one long rush hour and sometimes it seems like it never stops. It’s not all bad though. The ability to multitask is an essential skill that is very much in demand in today’s busy world. It is what we do! And there are times we do it all extremely well!

But then things happen.

Unplanned, unexpected, and unfair things. And you hit a wall!

I did.

A hard rigid wall.

And down I slid!

My beautiful 13 and half year-old golden retriever died unexpectedly and so quickly. One minute, he was happy running around in our yard and then three hours later he had passed away. I fell apart! I sobbed uncontrollably after making decisions to come home to a house without him. It was so hard. It broke my heart. My dog passing. That wall was harsh and unbending.

Before this huge escalation in tension, stress and grief in our life, months prior we had already planned a 8 day ‘get-away’ to NZ. All planned, booked and paid for. Difficult to move or change. Then ‘life happened’!

Irrespective of the difficulty of changing, I just wanted to cancel it all. I did not want to abandon our remaining, and grieving dog. I did not want to take time for us. This was not the ‘right’ time. The heavens seemed to agree with me. In the short few days after losing our family member, our dog, and leading up to the planned trip away, even more ‘S***’ happened. More calamities that had to be faced, sorted, and resolved in the space of only a few short days. Even in the morning before our planned departure, three major work administrative hiccoughs occurred that required rapid analysis and problem-solving. One a major spanner into planned staffing for the next year. So, I just decided I couldn’t go. I needed to stay. It was all too much. I couldn’t resolve all the work issues and I certainly did not want to leave my baby dog, so soon after losing his big brother. We were both grieving!

But life has a way of nudging you gently and pushing you into the direction you should be taking. I was shoved gently but firmly by our friend, Heidi, our dog’s “daycare” owner. On the morning that we had to leave our only puppy, I was in tears and hugging him. Heidi tenderly embraced me and told me “He will be fine- you have to go- You both need this”.

Our dog needed other dogs around him.

Marc and I needed time.

We left.

Right at this very moment I am in bed. The computer is on my lap, but I can now tell you that today I successfully achieved the first day of 48kms bike rail trail adventure in New Zealand. Did it stop the stressing, the grieving, or the multitasking? Not quite. In reality we were still resolving work issues via internet 30 hours into our 8 days away. I was constantly waiting for videos of our dog from Heidi to be sent to me, just to see he was ‘okay’, communicating with her via WhatsApp just to check! But I was on my bike. I was peddling hard.

I had ‘signed up to/agreed to a leisurely 4-day ride along a 200km long graded rail trail. Is that what I got? No. It was suggested by the bike-hire person that we divert… do something a little different … follow the river to start with. The track by the river commenced as a lovely near flat towpath beside a beautiful river sparkling in the sunlight before degenerating into one of those mountain bike challenge trails you see on TV with narrow bridges and sharp rises and drops. Yes, of course, I panicked – as visions embraced me of me toppling off those narrow edges of (right beside) river track into the fast-flowing surging waterway! No this was not what I had signed up for!  But, not like all the challenges earlier this week, I OVERCAME these trials.

Eventually we did get onto the Rail Trail after a stop that included a VERY nice coffee and huge, sweet scone (bribery still works). Now I was following or riding beside Marc on this rail trail, feeling the sunlight on my face and the wind (under my helmet) through my hair. Looking at striking scenery viewing robins and bird of prey flying high above us and now starting to care more about whether my legs would hold out rather than concerning myself with all those myriad things that a multi-tasker fills their brain with. Particularly in the sleepless early hours of morning and daily routines.

But despite those kinds of challenges, I guess I could say that today was the first day of this trip that I have started to unwind. I guess I am initiating the restoration of some of my physical and mental energy.  Yes, I still checked work emails for the paperwork required. Yes, I wrote contracts. Yes, I still waited for those videos from Heidi and soaked up emotionally every minute I watched my younger dog.

But I am here.

Taking Time.

Just like Heidi said.

I am not sure what tomorrows 40km ride will encounter…. or how I will feel, but today I Know I have made a start!

Reflection….what do we really see?

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IMG_3217It is a long weekend here. This means that we have a three-day weekend to rest, recuperate a little and relax in some form or another. To stop and take a break from the busy world we know.

When life gets busy, we all tend to fall into a rhythm of rushing from one task to another, with little time to pause and breathe. One week resembling the last and likely to be repeated AGAIN then next. For Marc and I, in the hustle and bustle of our lives, it often feels like we’re caught in a never-ending race against time. Our days are filled with work, new things to tackle on our already full to-do lists, not to mention the various other obligations, responsibilities and commitments that seem to multiply with each passing moment. The idea of slowing down may seem counterintuitive, even impossible. However, it’s precisely during those busy periods that the need to slow down becomes most crucial. And that is what we did.

Instead of attending Church and inpatient hospital visits on Sunday, we rose at dawn and hopped on our bikes and pedalled away into the daylight. Perhaps it might have been considered a little contemptuous that we did not attend Church on that particular Sunday for different reasons, but we both felt that our Sunday this weekend needed to exhibit God in a different way.

As I rode, I could feel the earth beneath my wheels and with every turn on this rail track a new vista unfolded. Through the fields, the sunlight, the leaves across the path, the melodious songs of the birds, the smell of the cattle and the pigs, even riding past other joggers or walkers who were out early, under this open sky, I witnessed creation with a thankful eye. As the whispering trees in that natural world we were riding in awoke, and as we cycled into the daylight, feeling the soft breeze, we journeyed in our quiet time through God’s nature. There in front and beside us along the way Nature’s secrets and stories, were waiting to be told. Although, we were both extremely tired, as we pedalled together on our own bikes, we reflected in the silence of the morning this gift of life surrounding us.

Slowing down and reflecting on life is like pausing in the midst of a busy journey to appreciate the scenery. In our fast-paced world, where every day seems to be a race against time, taking moments to actually slow down becomes a precious gift we can give ourselves. Nature has always been a tool for healing. Studies show that when we are in nature, our blood pressure lowers; our perspective broadens, our breathing slows and as we slow down, we become calmer. But can we also use it as a tool to get closer to God?  Yes. Because Natures beauty nurtures our spirit as we consider the majesty of the creator who made it. We really don’t have to do anything to connect with the God of Nature, we need only to be still. Then, in that stillness or undisturbed scenery, when we reflect on what is around us, it is like a quiet prayer inviting us to step out of the clamour of life and its distractions, allowing us to gain clarity and perspective amidst the intense noise of our lives. That is what Marc and I did.

The sun was higher at the end of our ride as we turned the bikes around  to return to our car. But both of us, even our tired muscles, felt so much better for simply slowing down, for finding that harmony, that comfort that nurturing of creation to assist us in managing what will happen when that busyness returns once more.

In our fast-paced lives, it’s easy to get caught up in the daily grind and forget to pause and reflect. So don’t forget to do just that. It does not matter when or where or why, just take the time to be quiet, to enjoy the surrounds about you. To be still.

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Life is about perception. Positive versus negative. ….and ??????

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Do you ever have those days where you start out with the best intention, and it all goes wrong- not quite to plan or how you thought it should happen! You know those kinds of situations or times that simply occur! Like your mug full of hot, delicious coffee spilled all over your clean outfit just as you were getting ready to leave the house. Or as you were grabbing your mobile phone, it fell out of your hand and crashed onto the floor. Maybe you missed your bus or train by one minute and now have to wait 15 minutes for the next one, to make you late for work or school. I could go on and on with these examples, but I think you get the picture. Annoying and sometimes expensive accidents hamper your ability to focus on getting stuff done that needs to get done. And they are such a challenge!

Well guess what – I had one of those days!

Over the past few weeks, my husband and I have been so busy with weekly work commitments, with every weekend being committed in some form or another and we were both exhausted. So apart from Marc being on call, we decided that this weekend was going to be ours. No outside commitments. No time frames. Nothing to deter from just taking a break from life as we knew it, to ensure things for us that needed to be done…were tackled both physically and emotionally…or not!

Actually, my weekend commenced quite well. I needed to get on top of those home aspects of life. You know, those things that you throw into the back of the cupboard for ‘later’, so I managed to do a great spring clean throwing things out, sorting through cupboards and drawers, cleaning my way through the day which was such a wonderful productive day! In hindsight, I probably should have stopped at that high point- feeling so good, but I did not. Instead, I ventured onto other aspects of improvements and that was where it all went wrong! A simple comment like “let’s look at the business website, it needs a spring-clean too” – ended my calm content satisfied positive day! From the moment I turned on the computer to revamp our website, it all “changed”. It all disappeared! Not just my good mood, but my whole website!

Thinking positively, I tried to reactivate the old site, but the old workable site of many, many years had simply disappeared and was technically “no longer available”. Yes, I still had a website, but so mixed up. Everything was out of order, no orientation, no menus, information all convoluted, nothing looking like it was, and not anything was in the correct place! And it was going to be available to the viewer- exactly like that! It sounds like a small issue but for a business like ours, that was disastrous!

How do you typically react when you face this kind of frustration? Do the swear words come flying out of your mouth? Do you blame yourself for your clumsiness or stupidity? Perhaps you blame the broken or damaged object itself (“that stupid coffee mug”). You might even magically wish you could turn the clock back a minute or an hour and somehow miraculously prevent the misfortune from occurring. But no, they certainly won’t reduce your stress levels.

What did I do? How did I react?

Of course, I panicked. After all I am only human. To be honest I was shaking so much and crying huge tears. Every time I tried something in my attempt to fix it, I could not find a way out. I made it worse! I am not a techy, but I generally know my way around the computer and in designing the original website we had been using, I thought I could find a solution. But no- I could not find the solution. I snapped at my husband who was calmly trying to help, being rationale and cool, but all I could see was this messed up, mixed up dialogue on a computer screen that was supposed to be our knowledge and help base that was needed for our business! Yes, I was so wishing that I had not touched the site and left things alone…. ah Hindsight is always a great thing!

What a mess!

And the worst part of it -I had made that mess!

Life is a journey riddled with a myriad of challenges that test our resilience and character and adaptability. These challenges come in various forms, from personal struggles like health issues, financial setbacks, relationships, and simple things like IT issues. Philosophically speaking, challenges are an integral part of the human experience, that do assist in shaping perspectives and contributing from that ‘mess” in one form or another. To say we’re living through challenging times sounds like both a cliché and an understatement. But when you look back on these aspects, it is usually the most difficult challenges that gave them a new perspective or caused them to grow the most. Of course, in the midst of a crisis, big or small, it doesn’t feel that way. All you want to do is crawl under a rock!

But I couldn’t crawl under a rock. Even though I did try! And after many, many, many hours of working on the computer – on the day that was supposed to be relaxing, calming, and soothing, into the night, ironically, on my day off – I finally worked out how to put some errors right. But even though that statement sounded calm and rationale, I was not. I had to first of all, readjust my thinking. I had to stop panicking, stop dramatizing, stop sensationalising the outcomes and what I could not fix. I had to prevent all of that. So, after raised voices, frustrated tears, I had to take a huge breath and step back. I had to walk away from the issue. I had to think about the problem and try to create a solution, even albeit a simple one. And I did!

So why am I writing this blog about my website that went wrong?

Because out of it has come something good.

We always want to have control over ourselves and our lives. We want to be in control of us- our health, our work, our relationships and even our emotions. And when a situation slips out of our control, we feel like we have failed. I so did. I felt such a failure particularly when I could not work out how to put it right. But I had to put it into perspective. You often can’t prepare for a bad situation. It comes around the corner without warning and turns the familiar structure of what you are doing, totally upside down. But is the situation really that bad? To me at the start I thought what I had done was disastrous and no going back. But I was so wrong. Re vamping the website, the way, I did (unintentionally) it showed me that there was quite a lot of data out of date, that pages did not look right (even when I fixed it up) and information needed to be added or changed.  I realised that if I had not done this ‘error”, then I would not have noticed how out of date some things were. I gained Positive out of negative!

Yes I so stressed and yes I was not a happy person but my advice to you, when you have something unexpected happen and everything goes to ###, look for the positives…make something out of bad. “Making good out of bad” emphasizes the ability to find positive outcomes or opportunities in difficult or adverse situations. It’s about your resilience, your adaptability, and your positive mindset.

Go on try it!

I dare you!

Ill see you at the next catastrophe!!

What is your reason???

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When I was in my teens, I knew I wanted to be a teacher. And I was! Both at Primary school level aged 5-12 years and at university, lecturing in Education with Preservice teachers. I taught the normal ‘three R’s’ curriculum, specialised in the musical and dramatic creative arts areas at both organisations, and produced huge, combined schools’ extravaganzas and I so loved every minute of it for a combined total of 30 years. But then things changed.

Dramatically!

“Things happen for reasons!”

We hear that expression quite frequently. The ‘phrase’ is used to describe or to express the idea that events or circumstances occur in our lives with a purpose or underlying meaning, and we interpret this concept in various ways, depending on our beliefs and perspectives. Our pathway changes. It can be reassuring and comforting to take that new path, (although the one we were on, we originally thought was secure) and we have to adjust and say we are ok with that!  However, when cruel adversity happens, it can also lead to disillusionment, anguish, and feelings of abandonment, leaving us to ask, “Why me?” That is when the emotional logical side of us doesn’t quite accept that phrase of reasoning and we don’t agree with the phrase. That is where it is hard to accept.

So then, think about the saying that “People come into your life for a reason, a season, or a lifetime.” I have to admit that I for one truly believe that! No matter how capable, competent, or how painful a role these ‘people’ played, they taught me  something, a something that we i may not know right then and there but will reveal itself to me at some point eventually.

Philosophically speaking, people do come into our lives for a reason, a season, or a lifetime” and that all these individuals we encounter on our chosen pathway, can have different roles and durations of impact on whatever road we are walking. Some enter our lives to serve a specific purpose, whether it is to teach us something, offer guidance, or help us through a particular situation. They may provide insights, challenges, or experiences that contribute to our personal growth and development. Once their purpose or their reason for being there is fulfilled, they exit our lives. Then there are those who come into our lives and walk along our path for a temporary period. Think about your friends, your colleagues, or others who share experiences and contribute to your life during specific moments. When circumstances change those relationships may naturally fade away. Then there are those lifetime relationships that stand the test of time and remain strong and meaningful throughout our lives. These are the individuals who provide unwavering support, love, and companionship. They are the ones we know we can rely on during both joyful and challenging times, forming deep and lasting bonds.

Can you relate to any of these three? I most certainly can!

I personally do believe that things happen for reasons and different people assist us on that way forward, as part of that reason, in that change. But sometimes we say, it does not quite happen that way! There are times that change or that happening is not the way we want to go, get the answer or verdict, or comment we would have predicted or thought we would receive. It is not what we really wished to occur. We desired something else, but nevertheless we try to move onwards hoping and praying that this is the correct path to travel, or towards the new answer we prefer!

For me personally, I know my path has changed quite a lot over the decades I have been on this earth and not all were what I actually desired! The biggest one for me was I lost a husband to cancer at a young age, a ‘happening’ that never should have occurred. At the time and for quite a long time, I truly wondered why! Why did God take my husband away from me? But, believing in ‘everything happens for a reason’ can also assist in empowering us to create meaning from the tragedies and setbacks we experience in life. Believing in the reason behind any challenging event can also be about managing any pain felt and giving you strength and empowerment to go on. Sometimes you cannot see the reason why there and then…you just have to keep plodding on, believing that one day you will. I had to see why. It took me some time and yes, I had to accept  that! Painfully.

But I would like you to also consider that neither does that change , that hurt or pain have to be a huge, marked event in your life like the death of a loved one. Instead, it can be something quite simple, but it still hurts just as much in its own right.  We have to still function with that change. We have to try to accept the ‘reason for it happening’. We have to walk with the ‘people ‘who were part of that somewhat trivial but significant event to you. Simple things like working through the heartache of your special day/event that was forgotten by those close to you. It can be successfully completing a mammoth task after months of extremely hard effort to have it brushed off as insignificant. It can be knowing what you personally had to get through that week and an offhand statement was made regarding ‘don’t forget the wages or bills to be paid (as if you would!) It can be those small hurts in your partnership or those with your family and learning how to struggle through all of that! It can be simply waiting for that procedural test result you had late in the week and anticipating the results that may adjust everything about your life and the way you may have to look at it. No, it does not have to be catastrophic events to change your pathway, or the way you analyse things or work with others and yourself through them, it is more rather the day-to-day smaller issues and pathways you ventured on!

But big or small changes do occur. Different People emerge. The Reasoning ‘why ‘begins…eventually!

Things changed for me after 30 years of a job I loved and not in a good way. I had to walk away from my loved career of teaching. But  I can now say that it happened for a reason. As much as I could not see why at the time, it was a positive change. Long story short, I ended up as Practice Manager in a GP Medical Practice. Something not on my planned itinerary for myself, working in an unknown foreign domain I knew absolutely nothing about! If you have asked me, in my earlier preplanned life that I absolutely loved, whether I would have been working as a manager with staff in a medical office from my mid 50’s onwards, I would have truly laughed at you. But Circumstances made my pathway change. And along my way, I met so many different people who came into my new world and travelled alongside me on my pathway. Some lingered, some left, some are still there, but each one contributed in some form and manner to my new role- to my persona, ultimately to me as a leader, and most importantly as a person. As Me.  (Interestingly, I commenced that new role as a ‘Temporary Practice Manager” until the ‘real employee’ took the position. Guess what! Twelve years later and I am still here. And, to answer your question, loving every minute of it!)

Yes, Things do change.

Yes, Things do happen for reasons.

Yes, People enter our lives for different stages and reasons.

So -where are you now?

What is your reason for being where you are?

Enjoy every minute while you wait for the next stage to happen! Because you never know what is around the corner! Or what the reason is for that to happen!

But you will!!!