Hello Readers, I know we are all busy just trying to stay alive (welcome to the world of many trapped in refugee camps and in poverty), but if you have enough time (and photos, stories, poems in your archive), you may wish to participate in a new weekly challenge. I am calling it the Corvid-2020 Weekly Challenge. No, the virus hasn’t evolved. A corvid is a type of bird. The challenge will come out each Tuesday, all being well (if you know what I mean).
You can participate by creating a pingback to this post and/or by leaving a hyperlink to your submission in the comments. Tag your post Corvid-2020, or C20WC. I am looking forward to you joining me.
Here is my first contribution to kick it off.
I must fly now (very punny). I have to work out a way to get food to this self-isolating household. The last plan worked for about 10 minutes. No wonder governments everywhere are struggling to come to grips with this crisis. Three cheers for all those government, health and logistics workers (paid and unpaid) who are working tirelessly to keep us safe and healthy.
Welcome to my regular Friday song/tune day, ladies and gentlemen, where I pick a piece of music that reflects my mood or the times, to share with you. I hear that singing is good for the lungs. You can do it in the privacy of your own home, in a massed choir, or anywhere really. It is multicultural and multi-generational.
“Please don’t give in to fear, don’t amplify hatred or outrage or racism or disgust. Hold the line as a citizen of the moral community. Think of every tiny way that you can help others every day. And do it.”
Kudos to the Yass To Climate Action organisers who helped the local kids put on rally in support of the Global Strike for Climate. It was the first climate change rally held in Yass, with many people of all ages turning up to show their support. Yay, go Yass! Read more
I’ve just returned from five days in a perfect world, my National Folk Festival (Australia). I want to write lots about it, and I will. But in the meantime, here are a few photos that convey the daily prompt, ‘radiant’. Read more
Sometimes a particular question or comment can stick in your mind. Last year on Q&A (an Australian talk-show), an audience member expressed concern that the character of Australia was changing because of the number of immigrants who did not speak English. She felt that her seven-generations of family and Australian history had been pushed aside and asked how we ensure the Aussie spirit and culture that made this country great is not lost? Read more
This is a true story about finding a new community and about re-connecting with loved ones. It is also yet another story about me growing wiser, as well as, coincidentally, a story about hunting virtual creatures.
Let’s talk about coffee. When I talk about coffee, what I’m really talking about is community. It’s my observation that there is a clear divide in caffeine quoffing. It’s coffee drinkers versus tea drinkers. Of course, this is a huge generalisation, but stick with me. Until five years ago, I was solely a tea drinker; however, sooner or later – when you reach a certain age – tea is no longer strong enough to keep you awake alert. Alertness calls for something stronger. I’m not talking anything illegal; I’m talking coffee – specifically three double-shot espressos a day. Suddenly, coffee is nigh on a religious experience for me.
My husband and I are both introverts. We don’t socialise much. Nevertheless, we have found that somehow coffee has a way of bringing people together. As a tea drinker who has switched to coffee, I’ve really noticed the extra pulling power of coffee. I’m not trying to denigrate tea, no way. I can appreciate the allure of tea ceremonies and high teas, but they’re really only for special occasions, right? No-one queues to buy a cup of tea. But, there is community in coffee. Read more