We love children, and we raise our children to love and respect the earth. I'm passionate about children and it pains me to see children suffering in any way. For those of you with children under 5, or even older, try this simple visualisation exercise for a moment:
Imagine taking your child into a crowded street at dusk, walking away from them and never going back. Imagine the fear in that child when they realise you're gone. Imagine them wandering scared and hungry through the streets... imagine their life now, day after day.
If you can do this exercise without tears, then you are stronger than me, but for 1.8 million children in Indonesia, this is reality. Every night 1.8 million children in Indonesia sleep homeless. For most of us that number is unfathomable.
I’ve discussed previously on the blog that over half of Indonesia’s population live on less than $2US per day. It’s kinda hard to put into perspective with exchange rates and differing scales of economy, you could be forgiven for thinking “well if 52% of the population can survive on it, it can’t be that bad!”
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I was going to make this a static page up the top but I thought I’d run it here first, so that you can add any other questions that might have been keeping you awake at night and I’ll answer them to the best of my abilities and then move the whole lot to the top for all the “late people” to be able to find.
I made the mistake last week of saying I didn’t understand the concept of “putting up ones feet”. Here I am now, ordered off the tools by my dictator of a husband and forced to put my feet up. Allegedly it’s for my own good. Personally I just think its boring and a waste of time. I mentioned to those of you who follow me on Twitter that I had a sharp pain in my heel – probably not so coincidently the part of the heel that rests on the concrete floor for many hours each day as the rest of the foot is on the sewing machine pedal. Combine that with the discovery of a superficial, yet very painful blood clot in the upper half of the same leg from sitting long hours on the hard wooden kitchen chair and … hey presto, here I am… putting my friggin feet up.
"When I was younger, so much younger than today, I never needed anybody’s help in any way. But now these days are gone, I’m not so self assured, Now I find I’ve changed my mind and opened up the doors.”
WOOT! I’m so freakin’ pumped up right now I can’t even begin to explain. At the end of last week I was really starting to get quite antsy, almost depressed at the way things were progressing… or more to the point NOT progressing. Those who know me really well usually understand that this “antsy” phase is followed by the “downright pissed off and now it’s time for some bloody action” phase, which I tend to self administer when I’m over feeling sorry for myself. This is generally when stuff starts to happen.
I was dropping my youngest son, Charlie off at day care the other day. They have this system whereby parents are asked to sort their food for each day into morning, lunch & afternoon. They also provide brown paper lunch bags for the parents to use so they don’t need to bring 3 different lunch boxes for each day. At the end of the day, the paper bags with the children’s names are returned home with the child to be re-used the next day. Not 100% the most environmental solution, but it’s “ok”.
It’s quite natural for us, as humans, to consume ourselves with self-pity at the first sign of trouble or injustice in our lives. I thought I’d share a story with you which might help give some sense of perspective:
I’ve somewhat of a muddled head this afternoon so I’ll try and stay on track, and keep it a little shorter than the last couple.
The time has come. I’ve taunted you for long enough without revealing the plans, and more to the point, I’m terrible at keeping things secret. Especially things that I’m excited about.
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