Werribee Park Open Range Zoo
Name an attraction or town close to home that you still haven’t got around to visiting.
The attraction that i still haven’t got around to visit is Werribee Park Open Range Zoo. I have been to Melbourne Zoo at Parkville many times in my life.Β The last time I visited the Zoo in Parkville was to attend a Zoo Twighlights concert with Neil and Liam Finn.
I have always intended to go to Werribee Park and for a while my niece Lana was a,volunteer at Werribee Park. It is meant to be an amazing place and it is definitely on my bucket list to go there.
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This gif could not be more appropriate for today.Β I had been feeling a little flat over the past 48 hours and the words uplifted me and it was like this message come from above. I want to share this message with my readers in the hope that it will strike a cord and empower you. May God bless you and keep you ππ½.
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Patience is a virtue
There is a saying that ” patience is a,virtue possess it if you can. Seldom in a woman,Β never in a man.’
I think I am becoming the very essence the very spirit of that saying.Β I have been waiting what feels like an eternity to hear if I will be moving into The Haven i wait in earnest and I know my loved one’s are praying ππ½ for me.Β At times it feels like I am back living inΒ monotonous holding pattern, the likes of which I haven’t experienced since Susanna was placed in palliative care all those years ago leading up to her passing on.Β I juggle a lot of balls in the air very carefully, with the mental health ball being the priority that I don’t drop it. Writing βοΈ this post about it is very freeing and I am feeling alot lifting off my shoulders. Perhaps that is the key for me, self expression in the form of writing is my salvation , my saviour. I can feel the holding pattern becoming easier to deal with. The glass is always half full.
Saddened by the passing of Rob Hirst.
As I sit and write this blog post I know I feel compelled to write βοΈ. As a teenager of the 80s here in Melbourne Australia I grew up with a great love of our greatest political band Midnight Oil. Rob Hirst was always my favourite member and just about every heterosexual teenage girl of my vintage were attracted to Rob as he pounded away on the drums to create Midnight Oils wall of sound. If Peter Garrett was the political mouthpiece for Midnight Oil Rob Hirst was the charming one, the one with the wit and humour of the band. I feel saddened by his battle with pancreatic c cancer. Just weeks ago he donated his drum kit to a charity auction. The reserve price was $10.000 Australian dollars. It sold for $90,000 Australian dollars, such was the esteem he was held in. I know I will feel different when I now listen πΆ to Midnight Oil. I ask if you are a fan of Midnight Oil that you watch the documentary about them on ABC iview called The Hardest Line and that you read my past blog post π« about it.