Yesterday I helped build a mud brick rocket stove at the community garden which is situated at Access Community Group in Corrimal. We used the mud that I was immersed in before Christmas last year
After our mudstomp last year we put our homogenised mixture of sand and clay in plastic bins and bags to use for another day and yesterday was that other day.
First we got rocks and formed a basic frame
Once the structure was complete we then got to decorate our stove with smashed tiles. There was much deep conversation while we engaged in creativity.
Mud is fun, creative and practical
Today I heard a statement that annoyed the crap out of me.
“This area needs a kick arse park where we can sip our latte’s…blah blah blah blah”
Why did it annoy me? Because it was the tune of an entitled, unsatisfied, ungrateful and unimaginative parent of today’s disconnection with what really matters in life.
Are you serious??
She would rather use up her petrol going out-of-town so that her precious mites can play on equipment while she gets to sip her latte while checking her social media on her phone….and yes, she complained that she has to use soooooo much petrol just to get to a kick arse park where the community can grow and be wonderful.
Oh dear, poor us with our below average parks that are right near our beaches and stunning trees but at least they are close to cafe’s where latte’s can be purchased. Oh dear, we are so under privileged with our third world parks that we are missing out on families being able to build community. Gosh, what ever are we to do????
Lets face it, the only way that community is going to be built is if the council get serious about building a kick arse park where latte’s are on tap. Oh and of course how dare the council waste money on art projects that have no worth when that money could have gone to the real needs of the community……on a kick arse park with readily available latte’s.
Oh and by the way, this is the unacceptable park that can never be kick arse in a world where people think that everything should be done for them.
As for me, this is more than kick arse……this is paradise.
Holidays are nearly over and for the first time ever I’m not jumping up with glee. Mind you, I am looking forward to back to school and having routine again.
So what’s the difference?
There has been a lack of the usual meltdowns and instead there has been interesting conversations, compliance and just general enjoyment. My little man has come a long way and is maturing into a lovely young man. My vision for him has been raised where it’s now time to stop underestimating him.
I can’t tell you how good that makes me feel.
These holidays became all about Star Wars
This visit to the river was unreal as I’d never seen my boy have so much fun swimming. He was ducking his head under water and trying to look for the city underwater.
This day was great, while Jason and I were getting immersed in mud Zach was off making his own connections with the community.
Even on a day trip there was lovely behaviour from the back seat. There were a few “are we there yets” but no too bad.
OMG he even cracked a whip
This day we had a lovely cafe date. I was so relaxed and nothing was a big deal.
look at that smile
Again, another coffee date where there was conversation and lovely interactions.
With so many lovely moments this holiday I am not worn out and for that I am totally grateful. Something is different and I shall cherish it. I look forward to this year and I know within my guts my son is going to be okay.
Awe the serenity
Serenity for me is found in many places
I know God through Jesus
and he gives me a place of rest.
Believe it or not being completely immersed in mud is serenity
This river from my home town is serenity and I often have peaceful dreams of it
Being at the community garden and sitting under a tree is serenity
Without further commentary let me show you more images that help me feel the serenity
Just recently I have had a shift in my thinking when it comes to my son who is now 9; I think of him as a human being.
I know that might sound really strange, however bear with me and I shall explain.
When my Son was 18 months old he was diagnosed with VCFS and when he was about 5 he was diagnosed with having a moderate intellectual disability. When we were met with these diagnoses it was naturally heart breaking and yes of course I still saw him as a human being. It’s when you live through the reality that is presented before you it is only natural to be influenced by such things and for your mind to just cope with the situation.
Many decisions that we have made on his behalf have been influenced by his challenges and rightfully so. Many of the dreams that we had for him were either squashed or adjusted accordingly.
Fast forward to now and so many things have changed and we need to catch up.
Where did it start?
Back in June there was an opportunity for my son to be prayed for by Chris Gore.
He’s some dude who has a healing ministry and he came to Shellharbour and invited all those with kids who have special needs to be prayed for. If this was a year earlier I would have said bugger off but somehow I was open so on the Saturday night an hour before the night session my son and a heap of other kids got some prayer. It was really special. The ministry team were polite and asked the kids permission to pray for them. It was a special time.
I did notice some little changes in him and have been rejoicing and thanking God for all the milestones. What having prayer meant for me, was my eyes for Zach’s future was immediately about hope instead of scary and uncertain.
So life went on and in the last term at school he started to struggle and was emotional everyday. It has been troubling and the teachers have been concerned for him as previously he was a happy child. Just prior to all this emotional stuff at school I had a dream that he was at a beach on a surf board. I witnessed him being pummelled by the waves and at first I freaked out but when I looked at him I could see that he was enjoying himself. I knew by this dream that he was going to be okay.
Last month we had a Worship Mob at our church. During that time my son began to cry at a particular song (which is not unusual at all). I nearly did my normal “roll my internal eyes and get annoyed” however, I looked at him and instead of seeing him as a disabled child having a melt down I saw him as a human being touched by God through the music.
It was an epiphany!!!
I took him to the foyer and let him have a cry in my arms. I told him it’s okay to be sad and just let the tears out as he said that he didn’t want the sad feelings. After some time he asked me why his friends don’t like him any more and then there was another bout of sobbing. After he had calmed down he then became really happy and I think it was due to him being validated and not told to calm down.
Ever since that moment there has been a shift in my thinking. It reminded me of those optical illusion pictures that has two images. For years I have been seeing the one image but now I see the other.
Just recently we took him to a psychologist and I was greatly encouraged by her words. she encouraged us to get him retested, get him into drama and provide more challenges for him. This holiday he has been going to his usual out of school program and he has been hanging out with mainstream kids and has no emotional problems.
I am starting to see his future in a different light, my eyes are looking up and I think he’s going to be okay. It’s time to focus on the other image that is in the picture.
One the last day of the year I went on the new zip line that it at the Illawarra fly
I would have to say that 2014 was a year where many of my heart’s desires have come to realisation or, that I have done something that has been out of my comfort zone and normal routine.
The year started with us owning chickens. We have been chicken people now for a whole year. In that time we have enjoyed fresh eggs, we have watched broody chooks look after their babies and have felt the warm fuzzy feelings that one has when one owns chooks.
One of the major big things for me this year was when I went on a cruise. I was a cruise virgin before and now I have been converted and will say….”cruises are awesome”
I also got to celebrate my belated 40th and just renamed it my double 21st. Thank you all who came to celebrate with me as I now have some special memories of you all. It was also great how all the kids that came enjoyed themselves the most. To me this is how you know you have hosted a great party. As part of my hearts desire I got to deck the place out in Tamar style, which is something to get excited about.
One of the most crazy and out there things that I got to be a part of was a pantomime where we performed it in the community garden. It started of as a silly idea that grew into an experience that I will never forget. It fulfilled my need to perform, to execute an idea, to have a dream, to play dress ups, to gather people of all different talents, to see people discover their talent, to have fun, to see others have fun, to meet new people and to celebrate community.
This year also fulfilled one of my long-awaited desire for Christians gathering from all different churches to worship God. This came about when my husband and I met Patrick on Facebook and from there Worship mob Shellharbour was birthed.
One of the most oddest desires that came to pass this year was the opportunity to be buried in mud. Oh yes…..it was ammmmmmazzzzing.
One of the most relaxing things that I have ever experienced. For more info check out Mud fun Australia
And finally the last day of the year Jason and myself got to experience a zip line through the tree tops. It’s something that I have always wanted to do and now, if you live in the Illawarra area you can.
How many unreal things can happen in just one year? and this is only a glimpse of what my heart has seen. I look forward to 2015 and I can see that I will have to put more desires within my heart as I am sure there are more fun things to experience in life.
Happy New Year everyone!!!
The WordPress.com stats helper monkeys prepared a 2014 annual report for this blog.
Here’s an excerpt:
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