The peacefulness is just what I need as I let the serenity wash over me and calm my stressed-out mind.
I’m not sure how long I sit there but enough to feel renewed and refreshed.
Then I come home and stupidly turn on the computer to be greeted with more ‘News’ of the day. Nothing makes sense anymore.
Once upon a time Australia had a Prime Minister who believed in ‘the brotherhood of man’.
He had his faults, but he remained as a man of compassion and fairness.
With this man’s death two months ago, we have been awakened to a huge gap; we’ve been reminded what a country’s leader can be – and could be – and could DO.
Unfortunately, we have no one of this calibre – in our country or in anywhere else - that I can see.
Australia has a Prime Minister with no vision and no decency.
He is a man following the Trump program of fear of ‘the other’ as his main emphasis.
A man claiming to be of Christian faith who displays not one ounce of Christianity, as he uses tactics to scare the populace with his plans to ‘make the country safe’, by refusing settlement to refugees and continue building up military defence, spending billions on worthless, outdated submarines and jet fighters.
The needy in our country are neglected. The poor, the disabled and the homeless are of no consequence. Needs of schools and hospitals are ignored. Aged care has been transformed into a money-making venture by businesses that harm and rip off the elderly.
The government is seemingly corrupt, with tax-payers’ money being distributed to shonky companies, who no doubt help fill the government’s (and its members) coffers.
Meanwhile, the GREATEST challenge of all, CLIMATE CHANGE and how to deal with it effectively is relegated to a place of ‘we’re doing well’, when we are so obviously NOT.
Whatever happened to leaders who believed in ‘the brotherhood of man’?
There is so much anger, ignorance, resentment, fear and misery being dished out by world leaders today, it is very disheartening.
When I was a schoolgirl, many moons ago, we used to sing a hymn (yes, I know school kids no longer sing hymns, but we did). The words of the hymn become a bit ‘schmaltzy’ but, considering it was written in 1848, it’s not so surprising. It begins with the words, ‘Oh, brother man…’, which is what made me think of it as I wrote this. The final words of the hymn are,
‘Love shall tread out the baleful fire of anger,
And in its ashes plant the tree of peace.’
I don’t suppose there’s any hope of that happening today.
Perhaps I should go back to my seat by the sea.