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Dispatches from Timber Creek

Palm Springs, Duncan Rd

Palm Springs, Duncan Rd

Returned to Kununurra via the Duncan Road that runs along the other side of the Bungles.  Caught up again with friends who live there (Yay friends!  It’s so good to see familiar faces.)

Lunch at Timber Creek, and we finally met up with the ‘camel man’ we had been hearing about on and off since Karijini.  He is travelling around Australia with two camels, towing a buggy made from an old car.   A true incarnation of the simple life.   It was a privilege to meet him. 

Aged 62, originally from Germany, he has been touring Australia for seven years.  He started on a bike, and then moved to camels for lifestyle reasons.   He travels around 20km a day.  10km first thing in the morning, and then rests in the shade.  Sets off again at 3pm for another 10km.  His only expense is food, and decent walking shoes.  He advised that he is on the pension, but generally saves about half of it.  He said when he does spend more than half the pension, it’s on things that harm his health – eg smokes, junk food – so it’s best not to.  He definitely has a clear philosophy on the value of the simple life for both him and the environment, and has set out to achieve this.

Part of me felt I couldn’t cope with that lifestyle… but the other, larger part, felt envy.  Trying to unpick what it was he was doing that appealed to me, I came to the conclusion that he had done a pretty good job of creating a monastic life.  The self-discipline, the daily rhythm, the lack of belongings, but mainly all that uninterrupted *time* for contemplation.  (The joy of being alone!)  Plus a real connection with nature, through being outdoors and care of the camels.

I never occurred to me when I was younger, but now I can really see the appeal of becoming a nun.  I think it would be easier for me than being a parent.  I would have issues with the hierarchy….. but this would just be another avenue through which I would interrogate my control issues.

T feeds Snowy an apple

T feeds Snowy an apple

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Dispatches from Port Hedland

Arrived here today.  Luckily for us a friend lives here on a part time basis, and is currently here, and we are bludging off him….. thank you M!  So far we have found a potential trailer repair outfit in Karratha in eight days time…  250km *back* down the track….. the irony being of course that we were planning on not going to *either* Port Hedland *or* Karratha.  Now we’re spending longish periods of time in both!  Tomorrow I’m going to investigate possible options in Broome….  surely there must be someone in that caravan mecca earning squillions from the grey nomads??  Please let us go forwards!

On another topic completely, I found a copy of “Buddhism for Mothers with Lingering Questions” at the Exmouth secondhand bookshop and have been reading this recently.  Quite topical for me.  She quotes a mother:

“I’ve found a husband.  We have a mortgage and three children.  I have a part time job which fits into my life well, yet now I find myself asking, what next?  Is the adventure finished?  In other words, I have come face to face with my habit of always grasping for something new and stimulating.”

This is me.  “Is the adventure finished?”  This is my greatest fear.  Even though I *know* the answer lies in the spiritual side of life, I mustn’t really believe this, as I am constantly planning more earthly experiences.  I already have a “plan” to live in Spain for a year in 2013….  nominally so that the boys can be immersed in another culture and language…. but *really* because it helps me to postpone finding myself with no other plans but to live in the burbs and die.  And I don’t think I’m actually doing my kids any favours with these “grand plans”.  Maybe they’d actually be better off if I sent them to the local primary school and they had a routine life, from which they might develop some grand plans of their own.  Rather than being wedged into mine.  I have to say that despite some sublime moments, a road trip would almost certainly not be their choice.  To see poor J’s face crumple with despair because he doesn’t want to get back into his seat is to feel like a bad mother. 

Perhaps the trailer is wiser than me.

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Having a Party

OR: How to fast-track your divorce

What are the dynamics of preparing for a home-based entertainment that trigger intense feelings of antipathy to one’s spouse?  After about 17 years of this partnership, I thought I had this licked.  But no.  How depressing.  So for those that suffer from the same phenomenon, I offer the following tips:

For men:

1)  Work tirelessly to manifest the vision of the lady of the house.  TIP:  Ask a lot of clarifying questions so that all details of the vision are understood by you.  Do *not* improvise.

2)  Take the kids out.

For women:

1)  Start preparing at least two weeks in advance with long meditation sessions.  A lifetime would be best.

2)  Find your sense of humour.  Hold onto it.

These insights are belatedly triggered by hosting a birthday party for T’s sixth birthday, consisting of ourselves and three other families.  As P noted afterwards, I could not have been more stressed if I had been hosting the G20 summit.   The source of my stress was J, who woke up early, was then tired but unable to fall asleep, and wanted to spend the day having boobie.  This was not conducive to cleaning, food preparation, birthday cake baking, or pinata completion.  My carefully compiled “to-do” list sat balefully on the kitchen bench.  And was later inadvertently thrown into the bin…. leading to an apocalyptic explosion from me, before it was re-discovered.

Expectations breed frustrations.  I’m so far from being the zen mama I aspire to be.  Worse, I am revealed as someone with a value system that prioritises “house proud”.   I really want to move on from this.

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Easter at our house

I just thought I’d share the tangled web we weave in trying to help our children know about the traditions of mainstream culture, while concurrently trying to hide from it all.

As you know we are not practising Christians, but one of the things that annoys me, so must annoy them even more, is how the symbols of the celebrations are retailed months prior to the relevant day.  Obviously it is in the shops’ best interests if we eat hot cross buns and chocolate eggs for weeks, not to say months, rather than on one day.  But I refuse to be a patsy to them.

In rebellion I made my own hot cross buns on the day.   While putting on the crosses, I re-told the meaning of the symbol to T, who looked suitably appalled.   I think I may be missing some nuances, because the way I tell it, it’s a story of persecution rather than sacrifice.   P looked horrified that I was spreading this propaganda.  This then segued neatly into the story of the resurrection, where P started to really look concerned.  I explained to T that there was good historical evidence for the crucifixion (which only became apparant to me when I visited Jerusalem many years ago) but not so much for the resurrection – which not everyone agreed had happened (look of relief from P.)   On partaking of my home made buns, T informed me that they weren’t as yummy as the one’s that Grandma had brought last week from the shops.  Great.

On Saturday, a friend advised that he thought that there might be good historical evidence for the resurrection – in the form of hundreds of eye witnesses.   For some reason I thought it was only Mary Magdelene and a few disciples, so maybe I need to do more research into the most common version of events.  But as it happens, my respect for Jesus’s life and teaching does not require him to rise from the dead.  And in fact, this is one of my overall beefs with Christianity – this whole focus on an afterlife is embedded in a negative view of human nature – that we could only be inspired to be “good” by external rewards and punishments – whereas in my worldview the rewards of doing the right thing are always intrinsic.   And in fact, need to be.  Sometimes there is no external reward for doing the right thing.  There might even be an external punishment.   (Jesus’s death here could be a good example…..   but then mangled by becoming alive again!)  Some people do die doing the right thing.  That is the unfortunate truth. 

On Sunday morning I had hard boiled eggs with smiley faces drawn on them.  Then later in the day I felt like a meanie and bought them three tiny choc eggs each for an egg hunt at home.  (Aside:  often I feel that my kids get so many “treats” provided by others, that I can’t give them any myself, as I am adding to a toxic overload.  However I’ve obviously frightened people away, so on this occasion I could choose to provide a small amount of chocolate myself.)  So I hid the eggs amongst much excitement.  Interestingly the first finds were gobbled, the second finds were given to me, and there was not much interest in finding the third.  When I ate one that had been given to me, it really wasn’t particularly yummy.

From all these discussions, T has had two questions.

1.  “Mum, what colour clothes did Jesus wear?”   Umm……. mainly brown?

2.  “Mum, did Jesus have a beard?”  Umm…… not sure.  Some discussion on whether they would have had razors.

So there you have it.  Jesus as object of sartorial interest.

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Test your spiritual beliefs

I came across this quiz.  (I’m a sucker for quizzes and surveys.)  www.beliefnet.com  and go to the belief-o-matic quiz.  It asks you a bunch of questions about your spiritual beliefs, and then tells you how your beliefs match with a variety of religious groups.

Apparantly I am 100% Unitarian Universalist (which seems to be an American outfit designed to welcome just about everyone) 97% Mahayana Buddhist and 94% Liberal Quaker.  I’ve always been intrigued by the Quakers, so based on this, maybe I should investigate them further.  At the other end of the spectrum I am only 18% Jehovah Witness and 19% Roman Catholic.  I’m also only 31% Mormon – which could be a useful bit of information to provide to the next round of door-knockers…… “actually, I subscribe to less than a third of your beliefs.”

Funnily enough, I found this link through a secular resource.  (I’m only 70% secular humanist, so compared to my other results perhaps I should stop searching through secular resources!)

If you feel like sharing, let me know your results…….

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The Path of Service

This has come up a few times for me recently.  A wise friend posed the question:  “Why is it that having a child can be the absolute focus of someone’s life, but then when they are asked to care for the child and play on the mat with them for hours at a time, they scurry to find excuses not to?”  She answered:  “To do it,  forces you to face your demons.”

I then came across this vignette from Ghandi’s life.  He went to live in a village to serve the people as best he could.  When queried as to whether his motives were purely humanitarian he responded “I am here to serve no one else but myself, to find my own self-realisation through the service of these village folk.” 

The path of service is an ancient and honourable one, but little valued in the west.  We are affluent enough to avoid our demons, so to speak, and are baffled by others on this path.   A foster mother was in the news recently.   In her care she had three children, all of whom suffered from a condition preventing them from mental development beyond the age of eight weeks.  The children were well looked after.  Based on one psychologist’s report she was diagnosed as having “carer’s syndrome”.  That is, she was gaining identity and self-fulfilment through her role as the carer of these children.  This is obviously dangerous, as the children were summarily removed from her care, and last heard she was fighting to get them back through the courts.  

Well, on that basis, Ghandi, Mother Theresa, other humanitarians or indeed any stay-at-home parent suffer from “carer’s syndrome” and should be immediately stopped from their activities.  To care for someone you live with is indeed a path full of demons.   I know, as I tried and failed with my dad.  The frustrations and resentments rise up to stare you in the face, and you continually wrestle with your personal limitations and frailties.  Many carers end up with depression, and many mothers end up with post-natal depression, and I wonder if this is not further evidence of the lack of understanding and support for this path.

The same issues arise in full time parenting, though in my own case I find surrendering to the needs of my children far easier than surrendering to the needs of my father.  I’m not sure why this is.  Perhaps because with children you generally get a sense of progress, and that particular tasks become no longer required (eg toileting.)  That’s not to say that I am anywhere near enlightenment yet.   I still have days of generally stomping around being resentful of “all I have to do”, and then catching myself as having created the bad feelings all on my own… that day is really no different from the joyful day prior, or the unknown one to come, it’s just my “put-upon” attitude that is ruining it.   Being with my children pretty much all the time is my choice, my pleasure, my cross.  I do it for them because I think it is the right thing,  but ultimately I do it for myself.  I’m the one who is searching for self-realisation through my service to them.   I’m the one who gains identity and self-fulfillment through this process.  I don’t end up “living through my kids”.  I end up living my own best life.

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Questions of Faith

The other night I prematurely outed myself, in general company, as a ‘believer’.  To move from a fence-sitter to someone who believes in God, is, I guess, the definition of a leap of faith. 

Before proceeding further, I should say that formerly I was someone who described their experiences with ’unseen forces’ as “The Universe”, as in, “The Universe smiled on me today.”  I find the traditional language of faith incredibly awkward.  “God”.  “He”.  I’m not comfortable using those words.  In the past when others have used them I have found them non-inclusive.  But that is the language I have inherited, so I move forward with trepidation.

I would (while feeling like a bit of a wanker) loosely describe myself as a spiritual seeker.  I’m intrigued by the ‘meaning of life’.  I’m virtually obsessed by questions on the ethical life.  How am I to live?  What does a ‘good’ life look like?  I value the structure and community that organised religion can offer, while concurrently railing against the flipside of same:  the rigidity; the exclusivity.

Like many in the west, for many years I have been drawn to Eastern spiritual traditions – particularly Buddhism.  My on-going complaints about the barrenness of Western culture I have seen as drawn from a Judeo-Christian tradition.  The focus on the individual; the Calvinist links between ‘hard work’ (economic activity) and godliness; the heirachical structures and obedience to authority figures; systems of external rewards and punishments to motivate the populace; the proselytising (conform!  be like me!).

In contrast, I found Buddhism valuing the interconnectness of all things; valuing stillness and quiet (meditation);  flat structures – anyone can ‘become Buddha’;  a focus on intrinsic, not extrinic rewards; *not* proselytising, and respect and accommodation of alternative world views. 

Ok, I’ve just written that – I’ve convinced myself!

So anyway, here’s the punchline.  Through a variety of mediums, ‘The Universe’ kept sending me the message that I should consider a thankfulness practise.   Specifically, that when something ‘went right’ in my life, I should say  “Thank you God.”  I didn’t have to believe, I just had to do it.  After hearing the message about four times in a fortnight, I finally listened.  Nothing to lose really, so feeling somewhat peculiar, I did it.  And in a very peaceful way, God was there.   Have I freaked you out now? 

So now I dither around wondering what to do with this piece of information.  I remain extremely wary of “the church” as a force of social control, and am unconvinced that the Bible is more than a poor human attempt to capture something about the life of a great prophet mixed up with a bunch of misunderstood metaphors and more attempts at social control.  Could I be more arrogant?  I could try reading it again.  Hmmm.   Funnily enough, right now I am more inspired to read Nietzsche’s critiques of Christian faith (“In heaven, all the interesting people are missing”)  Is this denial?

Ultimately I am a feminist and a social progressive.   (In my world, God would be too.  And isn’t that the problem with believers in general, that they remake God in their own image?……  and then fight about it.)  Perhaps this is why I was always more comfortable with “The Universe”; a benign, omniscient, intermittently interventionist energy…..  without any baggage…  and certainly not triggering any of mine!  My fixation with the linguistics of faith is interesting.  I’m sure “God” answers to Allah, so why wouldn’t He answer to “The Universe”?  (Sorry to anthropomorphise.) 

I know that the Dalai Lama recommends that Western spiritual seekers should investigate the spiritual offerings of their own culture as an easier path, as you already have a grounding in the beliefs and customs.   True, but some of us are weighed down by the (real or imagined) associations with Christian faith.  

Presumably any real God does not mind being subject to the interrogations of mere mortals.  A suggestion from a friend that during our trip around Australia, I could pop into Sunday services at the local churches along the way, I find appealing.  I can wear my tourist hat in more ways than one.

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Being Together

Last night I took the boys to carols by candlelight.   I had planned to go to the local one last weekend, but missed, so I *had* to go last night, despite being exhausted with an aching wisdom tooth.  I’m so glad we went.   I always love my children, but I enjoy them the most when we go out together, just us. 

At home, the neverending chores pull at me, and when we’re out with other adults – even P – there is my own desire to socialise with them, plus their needs and expectations.   When it’s just T, J & I, we are in our own magical world, and answerable only to ourselves.   Are we having fun – let’s stay!  Are we tired – let’s go!   Without the static created by other responsibilities and other people, I am completely in tune with them, able to read and respond to their cues, and peace and love flourish.   I need to get better at reducing this static at other times, as being in the “flow” is a wonderful space to be and when I am most authentic.

This must be one of the privileges of homeschooling – that we *are* often out together, enjoying each others’ company in the world.   They are my favourite friends.

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Feasts and Festivals

Feeling somewhat swamped by the Christmas festival, I’ve decided to try and balance the ledger a little by building a family calendar that includes other regular events.  (T maybe somewhat bewildered – not to say P – but I have high hopes that J will grow up believing that this is the way we have always been.)

I borrowed a bunch of books from the library with a view to unearthing different things we could do.   I became somewhat sceptical about the information contained therein when I read that many Australians eat their roast turkey on the beach on Christmas day!  Oh those nutty folk down under!

The Australian calendar of public holidays was a good starting point, and I’ve decided to adopt Anzac Day (25th April).  I like it because the public holiday falls on the day of the event, and there is actually a public event that we can participate in – namely the dawn service. OK, I confess that  the dawn bit is a bit of a problem, but I am determined (while safely ensconced in December) to do this.  We can then build a tradition of a yummy breakfast picnic afterwards. 

Buddha’s birthday is celebrated in May/June, so I will find out more about what may be happening at the local monastry.  Could be nothing – Buddhists can be pretty low key – but we might at least be able to attend an offering of food to the monks.

I’ve always liked the idea of recognising the winter solstice, so I’m thinking this could be an event where we make lots of home made candles and get out of the city into the cold dark night.  We *might* make sacrifices and chant in circles, but more likely we’ll huddle around a camp fire with some mulled wine.  Initial research suggests that I might be attracted to “World Pantheism” a sort of naturalist pagan spirituality (less of the gobbledy gook, more of the respect for nature).  I’m glad I found this, as I was a bit concerned when first confronted with the types of props I might  like to purchase to assist in pagan ceremonies. 

I also like the the idea of Earth Day (there are actually two, the original one on the equinox – 20 March, and the more recent one that includes Earth Hour, on 22 April.)  I actually prefer the first, but the second involving people around the world turning off their lights as a symbol of treading more lightly on the earth is rather lovely too.   Maybe we can do both – though autumn is looking almost overwhelming!

My other thought was to see whether there might be a local Noongah celebration of some kind.  Obviously not ’secret business’, but it might be nice for all of us to have some exposure to the original culture of where we live.   I could find nothing via my usual sources of google and the library.  This might have to be a “purchased” experience of sorts  – I’m thinking eating spring time bush tucker, listening to stories of the Dreamtime, etc.  (Could I be more of a tourist?)  I know of one place in the Swan Valley that does this sort of thing, so that could be a starting point. 

I also checked out Reconciliation Australia, as I thought they might be likely to host community events.  National Reconciliation Week from 27 May (1967 referendum) to 3 June (1992 Mabo decision) seems like an appropriate opportunity to participate, but there is no reconciliation council in WA.   I was directed to the relevant department and have emailed them to find out what might be on.

With a more balanced calendar, I am opening up to more fully embrace the Christian festivals that the dominant culture provides.  I have found some wonderful wooden advent calendars on-line, with little drawers that you open up and inside each drawer there is a magnetic nativity character that you use to build your nativity scene on the magnetic board in the middle.  I was thinking I could also put a little “Christmas activity” note in each drawer – eg, on 1 December “Put up Christmas tree”, 2 December “sing carols” etc. 

I’ve also come up with a purpose for my nemesis, Santa Claus.  I’ve decided that he can bring craft supplies for the following year.  I would be buying them anyway,  I can collect while they’re on special through the year,  they’re great without being unbelievably amazing, and if this is what he *always* brings, that might remove some of the hype.

Given that we have avoided the Easter Bunny and the chocolate egg fest so far, I am absolutely determined to hold the line!    I will try to think of another way to recognise Easter at our house.   I can’t let those canny marketers at the church convince my kids that that their beliefs trump all others by connecting them with goodies all the time!

If anyone out there would like to join us in developing any of these – or other – family traditions, we would love your company and shared commitment to broadening our horizons.

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Tuvalu

Twenty six square kilometers, north of Fiji and east of PNG.  Lyrical name, and I’m sure a slice of paradise on earth.  Tuvalu first crossed my radar a few years back when it rated a mention in the ‘weird and wonderful’ type news.  Namely, that it had sold off it’s internet country identifier.  These may have an official name that I don’t know, but I’m talking about Australia (.au), United Kingdom (.uk) and America (.com).  Tuvalu was given .tv, which they sold for $30 million, from memory.

More recently I heard on RN that the 10 000 Tuvaluans are likely to be the first of the estimated 100 million people displaced by climate change.  Apparantly in this devout Christian nation many aren’t concerned, as God promised Noah that the floods would never return.   That’s probably as valid as believing that world governments will reach an effective agreement to mitigate climate change in Copenhagen next year.

Readers may be familiar with the problem of the commons.   A small village has a circle of houses around a common field, on which each family grazes a cow, to provide themselves with milk and cheese.  One family has the brilliant idea to get a second cow, and sell their surplus dairy products to the next village.   Other families join suit, and before you know it, the field has been eaten bare by all the extra cows, and can no longer support any cows.

One would think that a primary role of government would be to protect the commons (you know, boring stuff like clean air, clean water, biodiversity, top soil) but rather, governments seem to specialise in assisting people to exploit it.  And in international negotiations, their narrow view of the national interest makes all of us poorer.   As there is no world government to lobby on the issue of climate change, we are forced to lobby our national government, in a vain attempt to convince them that yes, we do know what we’re talking about, and can they *please* show some leadership on an issue that threatens us all. 

I note that faith aside, Tuvalu has approached Australia to see whether in the worst case scenario they can establish a sovereign nation within Australia’s borders, so that their nationality, culture and heritage is not lost.  I don’t want to be too pessimistic here, but based on our recent history of welcoming refugees ……. I think it’s unlikely.  A brief search for the Australian government’s response to this request found a “no comment” from foreign minister Stephen Smith. Ha!  Perhaps he doesn’t think it’s an election winner?  (Aside:  should elected officials be able to ‘not comment’ on their area of responsibility?  Sigh.  Maybe it’s more painless than paragraphs of obscuring claptrap.)

Black humour aside (and there seems to be a bit of it around – “Pacific solution” turns into Pacific problem) wouldn’t it actually be easier for governments to reduce greenhouse emissions than to grapple with 100 million displaced persons?   Do we really care so much about short term economic growth that we are willing to let other countries – people’s homes and history and livelihoods –  literally disappear beneath the waves?  And then no doubt we’ll expect them to be grateful if we let them land on our shores and start them off with a Centrelink pension.

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