What a country we live in! Fires, drought, floods; Dorothea McKellar certainly got it right in her iconic poem ‘My Country’.
So the rain is falling and doesn’t look like stopping anytime soon. While I am so grateful for the water teeming down and filling up dams and river systems, I can’t help wishing this country was a little more forgiving. As I watch heaven’s tears falling (and see them dripping through my leaky roof) I am saddened at the thought of those who have been evacuated, watched their homes and possessions float away, seen the full force of nature once again steal their hopes and dreams.
It has been such a stressful and challenging year, with Covid lockdowns, limited travel, continuing drought and now mouse plagues and floods. The suicide rate has risen, which hits us, as a family, particularly hard. Mental health issues, unemployment and disruption to family events has left us all reeling.
I learned a long time ago that there is no ‘normal’ in this country, that I love with Dorothea’s passion. So I do not wait for the ‘new normal’, I look forward to the days when the sky is blue, the sun shines and all is well with the world again – for a day or two!