Scribblings by Sarah

Calm Before The Storm

It’s eerily quiet here today.

The smoke haze that has been choking Canberra for the last five weeks, has continued to thicken and wrap its fingers around my suburb. The New Year’s Eve fires have seen to that.

The visibility is poor. The worst it has been. Now I can’t even see past the edge of my street.

The air quality index is 25 times that of “hazardous level”.

But, putting up with this, is better than the alternative – the origin of the smoke.

The devastation is unfathomable. Towns I holidayed in as a teen –

are simply gone.

Thousands of people are displaced, homeless, desperate and despairing. My eyes are glued to the constant updates coming from the TV.

Their images like an apocalyptic hell.

My heart cannot bear it.

I feel so helpless. And so I just wait.

Watch.

Listen.

Be alert.

Act if I need to.

My bag is packed. I have supplies.

Tomorrow is meant to be the worst day yet.

All I can do is pray.

My eternal thanks and gratitude go to the emergency services and volunteers who are doing their best, in this unfair battle.

True heroes.

Communities are rallying to send supplies to those in need.

Us Aussies look out for each other.

I really hope that this is not just the calm before the storm.

We need RAIN…

not more thunder and lightning.

Stay safe everyone on the east coast of NSW and VIC.

Scribblings by Sarah

Embers

Australia is burning; buildings have fallen and forests are decimated.

Our new year has heralded misery, heartbreak and devastation.

As the embers of the fires cool, the embers of Australian’s hearts and spirits unite – we will survive and rebuild.

By Sarah ©️2020

Author’s note: You can find out more about the bushfire crisis or how to donate to our fire fighters and those in need here.

Three Line Tales, Week 205

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Reflections on Anzac Day

Anzac Day is a national day of remembrance here in Australia and, also in New Zealand.

It commemorates those who served and died in wars, conflicts, and peacekeeping operations, from both countries. Anzac Day was originally held to honour the members of the Australian and New Zealand Army Corps (hence the acronym ANZAC) and is held on 25 April each year, a date, which marks the landing of those troops in Gallipoli in 1915.

As I have grown older (and debatably wiser), this day has grown in significance for me personally. In our immediate family history, we didn’t have any family members who never made it back from war. My mother’s father was deemed “unfit” for service, and my other grandfather was shot and discharged from service, early on in World War II. We were fortunate.

I recall, as a child, walking in the marches with my school, but not really understanding why. Later, as a teenager and young adult, I saw this day purely as an extra public holiday, and welcomed the day off. I am ashamed to admit that.

But as I entered my 30s and 40s, Anzac Day began to really affect me on both a spiritual and emotional level. I started attending the services and something happened. I now truly realise the full horrors of war; the gravity of the sacrifices made by thousands of Australians; and the enormous debt I owe these people, for the freedom and lifestyle I enjoy today. I do not ever want to take that for granted again.

To those who have returned broken, either physically or mentally, and to those who will never return; the immense sadness it all weighs on me. I am eternally grateful for your service. I cannot even begin to imagine what it must have been like.

Today, I spent Anzac Day in quiet contemplation. On my own, and thankful.

THE ODE*
They shall grow not old, as we that are left grow old;
Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn.
At the going down of the sun and in the morning
We will remember them.

Lest We Forget.

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Image credit gerard4170 via Pixabay

* The Ode comes from “For the Fallen”, a poem by the English poet and writer, Laurence Binyon. It was published in London in The Winnowing Fan: Poems of the Great War in 1914.

Challenges by Sarah, Kiwi Capers

All Good Things Come To An End – Day 8, Kiwi Capers

Our week in New Zealand has just flown by. The Clam and I had an amazing time! Incredible to think we were able to pack so much into our time here.

Some highlights for me were:

  • Buller Canyon Jet and Swing Bridge
  • The MANY Beer and wine tastings
  • Incredible scenery, scenery, scenery
  • Spending time with my sis 💜

I invested in a couple of Marlborough’s finest Pinot Noir, so my favourite photo for today is the unique packaging I have purchased to ensure my treasure makes it home safe and sound…