A week after being laid to commemorate Mohandas Karamchand Gandhi’s birthday, these flowers like the memory of this extraordinary man shine brightly. More commonly known as ‘Mahatma’ (meaning ‘Great Soul’) Ghandi was born in Porbandar, Gujarat, in North West India, on 2nd October 1869. I took this photograph after reading Non-violence day and insult of “Rastra pita” by Sourav Adhikari. I recommend you check it out.
Luckily there was a breeze and relatively low humidity, so quite comfortable in the shade. The clocks have gone forward one hour for Australian Eastern Daylight Time, luckily it is a public holiday tomorrow, what with the more soaring temperatures and all. Just in case you are wondering Sydney is GMT +11 hours.
This dramatic sky is a perfect backdrop for Central Station, Sydney, Australia, at sunset. You can find an afternoon view here.
It is satisfying to get through tasks that seemed insurmountable
Cold stark towers of truth
Bear down on unwary.
Eyes downcast, mind elsewhere,
Moving forward somewhere,
About their busy ness,
Against wind, sunshine, rain;
Gloom pervading pain.
I was pleasantly surprised while checking my emails this morning. I received a message from a colleague congratulating me on being brave. I didn’t know what they meant.
I mentioned in my blog post Being Myself that I would add a category to this blog for personal development. At the same time I decided to participate on my workplace’s social media, hosted on Yammer. Both are part of a strategy to bring coherence to my online personas. Yammer provides me with an opportunity to give back to my workplace and to connect with colleagues I would not ordinarily come across. I started sharing articles related to personal development on Yammer.
The bravery comment was in relation to my activity on Yammer. There was also a private message via Yammer this morning from a colleague I only know from their posts. They let me know that they like the posts I’ve been making and that we may be similar in our thinking. I was blown away, it wasn’t something I was expecting and I’m thrilled that my posts are being well received.
My learning from this; the less I expect, the more thrilled I am with the unexpected.
If someone had told me, when I was young, that I would one day leave the cool northern hemisphere climate, my birthplace, I wouldn’t have believed them.
Why would I want to trade in grey, cloudy skies, and drizzly rain that clings to your clothes and hair?
This morning I find myself sitting at the bus stop. Across one of the busiest roads in Sydney I see: a blue sky; lush green leafed trees; and a palm tree.
Not wanting to know my:
Fergus B. Fotheringham
Feared fungus, frogs and lambs.
When excursions were planned,
Rambling ‘cross field and land,
There was ne’ery a doubt
He’d rather go without.
Uniquely Australian, the grass tree, Xanthorrhoea, is at home in the red sandy outback. Our neighbours in Sydney gave us a potted tree to commemorate our living in Australia for ten years. This the second time it has flowered in seven years. They typically grow around one centimetre per year, and can live for many centuries.
Further information is available here http://www.pawlan.com/monica/australia/
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