We visited the Australian Museum and I felt humbled watching a film and seeing photographs and displays on the Depression. My Dad was born in the Depression and he remembers the time when his Mum would put camphor in material and walk door to door trying to sell them, trying to earn money. I never met my Dad's Parents and hearing the story of how my Grandfather would travel to the Country to work in the railways and when I recently read the love letters he wrote to my Grandmother during this time, bring them to life for me. I studied the Depression in History at school and yet watching the film is a reminder of a reality that was faced by my two sets of Grandparents, the struggles of bringing up their families. As part of the Counselling Course, our major assignment involved a review of our Family of Orgin, and understanding that my Dad was born during the Depression explains a lot for me, in terms of his strong work ethic and also the fact that my Parents are not materialistic at all. I am glad that I also have these qualities within me.
In watching the film what caught my attention is seeing the families living in shandy towns, constructed out of packaging and scrap material. It seems so surprising and there is a quietness and sadness when watching the film and even as I write these words it reminds me that this is still the reality for children and communities living in poverty.
In terms of Australia, I enjoyed seeing the families singing together as entertainment and the reality that children just enjoyed playing simple games outside and were thankful for a few simple handmade toys. It is such a different time now. I think of my Nieces and how they have so many dolls and toys, so much of everything, and I do know that I myself love buying them gifts. While living in poverty is not desirable, and I do not want to be living in a financial struggle, I do feel a sense of motivation to avoid being caught up in consumerism. I remember in my 20s when I worked in the City and I loved buying new outfits and spent a fortune on clothes and shoes and makeup and bags. I am thankful that I now am not a big shopper now. And as I look towards wanting to be a mother, I wonder how I can bring up my children to enjoy the simple things, rather than having them wanting everything. I am motivated to help bring them up with a Spiritual, Environmental, Global Consciousness.
I am also Grateful that I have a Feeling Of Home with my Man. And I am Grateful that we share a Home together. I loved my Unit, which is downstairs to where I now live, and yet when I moved upstairs to be with my Man, I realised that being at my own Unit was filled with a sense of loneliness and a sadness and yet here I have a Feeling Of Home. And I love this Feeling Of Home.
While my College work is giving me an Awareness of my Energy Leaks and Distractions I feel that this is a Process in terms of making changes. For example, I know that everytime I park my car in my Garage that this does trigger my body, where I know I have to get my Garage organised and sell items on e-bay and organise a Garage Sale. I am glad for the opportunity to be involved in this Yang Process and I have a list of change that I want to make, that I will make. As a Coach, I find it very important to be living my own authentic life and having a Commitment to make changes and move towards my Goals.
And as I love the Feeling Of Home, I do want to walk in and around my Home and feel a sense of positive energy and a sense of peace. While I have taken positive steps to clear clutter in our Living Areas and Bedroom, I definitely plan to dedicate some time to get our Study more Organised and Ordered. That is the plan and I am holding myself Accountable.
Now time to get ready for a night out with my Man and some of his Friends. We just had a laugh, he knows how much I love the Feeling Of Home and it is not uncommon in Winter for me to want to stay in and watch a dvd and hang out in my pjs. That's me being so comfortable with my Man in our Home.
And I do enjoy going out, I just have to brave the cold tonight...
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