The Art Of Being Kind.... Just How Kind Are You Really?

The Art of being kind....just how kind are you really? It is interesting to take a personal audit occasionally, particularly in the current challenging times.

You are truly kind, you have truly mastered the art of being kind, when you are kind to the following:
1. You are truly kind, when you are kind to those that have a different opinion to you;
2. When you are kind to those that have a different daily life experience to you;
3. When you are kind to those that have the daily burden of a health condition that is different from your own;
4. When you are kind to those that have a lower socio economic status to you;
5. When you are kind to those that have a lifestyle different to your own;
6. When you are kind to those that look different to you;
7. When you are kind to those that use a language, or choice of words, different to your own;
8. When you are kind to those that have a diet different to your own;
9. When you are kind to those that have interests and areas of focus different to your own;
10. When you are kind to those that are not yet able to be referred to as friend.
Are you kind? Are you truly kind? It is a very interesting thing to examine oneself, isn't it and take a personal audit on the kindness front.

Being kind ....... it takes effort and conscious choice, until it becomes a personal readily engaged daily habit.

Being kind involves having a friendly and peace-filled nature and attitude.
Being kind involves being humane. Being kind involves being polite, pleasant and mild. Being kind involves being calm and aiming to do what is beneficial and harmless. Being kind involves gentle action and deed.

Each day we can personally choose to focus on offering ONE extra act of kindness towards making the world a better place. Let us each actively be kind. KIA KAHA.

The Beauty of Compost... thank you Wendyl Nissen and Martha Stewart!

Wendyl Nissen, creator of Thrive Magazine started her magazine containing delectable articles, such as one all about compost. How to make a compost bin and the glories of compost teeming with more worms than you could sensibly choose to count... that was the kind of stuff people gleefully would choose to read when picking up Thrive, as they pondered how best to thrive not only in the garden but also in life. 

A parcel arrived today from my mum up in Auckland and within it was another Thrive magazine for me to enjoy. Flicking through it briefly this morning, I admired once again the beautiful photographs and noted some of the articles I will really enjoy reading over a herbal tea. It was a blessing being sent this parcel of goodies from my beloved mum, and having something like Thrive included in it was just so lovely.

Wendyl is someone I am inspired by. I am inspired and I admire Wendyl not only for knowing what to deliver from the get go to launch her newly created magazine, but because she knows her stuff both in the garden and also when it comes to things like natural cleaning products you can easily make from scratch yourself, and that you can choose to keep readily on hand indoors under your kitchen sink. 

Wendyl is something of a guru on the home and garden front here in Aotearoa New Zealand. She inspires many of us fellow kiwi wives and mothers with her very healthy can-do attitude. I am one of those inspired by her, and the beauty of a good compost bin and its contents is not lost on me.

Wheelbarrows laiden with cowpats, chicken manure, seaweed, comfrey, lawn clippings, withered and dried out autumn leaves and sticks all appear to have contributed to the making and the launching of Thrive. How awesome is that! Not only did it help launch a magazine, I imagine she has had quite the most fantastic of food crops repeatedly and plentifully growing on her own piece of kiwi turf also, all due in part to a simple and humble compost bin steadily and quietly working away making over a variety of compostable materials. This inspires me. It makes me want to keep trying to quietly do my best in the garden and to work away steadily that bit more towards those dreams & visions I have also. 

Imagine just how colourful and tasty every one of her heirloom tomatoes and the highly likely glut of zuchinnis could possibly be, as a result of magnificent compost, all created through quiet, steady perseverance and patience. The classic kiwi barbeque at Wendyl's would be quite the neighbourhood soiree to attend, I'm sure!

As I ponder the possibilities of how best to prepare my own garden for the potential food crops it could provide in the coming growing season, my own compost pile looks nowhere as splendid as I imagine Wendyl's did and still does. Yet, I live with hope still flickering in my heart.

The wheelbarrow that I think would help me best,  has a screw or two loose yet again. With the repetitive rain that is currently about, my compost pile is also far from steaming with signs of sound health. Compared to Wendyl's, my compost pile surely doesn't and won't for some time cut the mustard at all, and yet it is what it is and it is all that I currently have. A gal with a pair of gumboots willing to go on her feet has to start somewhere, right? 

Sometimes it is easy to slip into feeling discouraged and disheartened, and the gift today of this sweet parcel from my mother with a delightful copy of Thrive really spoke to my heart and encouraged me on. The beauty of compost and the wise, positive words of Wendyl encouraged me on... thank you Mum and thank you Wendyl.

My latest read, or at least I should really say, the book I keep trying to pick up to read, is Martha Inc. The Incredible Story of Martha Stewart Living Omnimedia. Like Wendyl, Martha seems to know a thing or two about compost, as well as how to perfectly go about pruning roses (mine gaze back at me through the window at this very moment, even now professing how unpruned and shamefully neglected they truly are). Martha clearly has the skill and know how to cater for a crowd, whilst also slipping out multiple how-to books like Entertaining (Wow! There are over 340,000 copies of that very book, tucked away on many a homemaker's bookshelf, according to the stats I have just read). 

Wendyl and Martha. Martha and Wendyl. These are two women that appear to have succeeded on so many levels, whilst a good many of us very ordinary homemakers just hope to once again drag ourselves out of bed to get the child to the school gate in a timely fashion each morning, and then work out how best to tackle the dishes still lurking on the kitchen bench alongside all the other projects demanding our attention.

I admire both Wendyl and Martha, I truly do, and I can only hope something of their knowledge, their  skill and their ability will gradually rub off also on me, as I read their various writings and watch a related Youtube video or two.

Wendyl knows a thing or two about compost and I greatly admire her. Martha knows a thing or two about compost, pruning roses, doing numerous handcrafts and putting on exquisite dinner parties and I greatly admire her. 

These two amazing, dynamic, successful women make you want to go out and make your own meagre compost a masterful artwork and the most productive of steaming successes. I want to look out via the dining room window and see the roses skillfully pruned. I even want to strike cuttings and gain success financially at some point in the future if I possibly can, because somehow by some amazing miracle all the cuttings would choose to successfully strike and go on and produce the most stunning of blooms.... wouldn't that be great?! 

I want to wear bright and happy aprons, produce the most delightful smelling afghan biscuits and have my children think I am the world's best mother, as I aim to greet them at some point in the near future with freshly squeezed fruit juice grown from our very own fruit trees. I would like Wendyl and Martha to both be quietly proud of me.

I want to do things as well as Wendyl and Martha and I don't think it is a bad thing at all to aim to have such standards as they project. I want the success and the productivity, throughout both the house and the garden, that they each seem to have and my often grubby hands testify to that fact that I am endeavouring to give it a go to try and make it happen as best I can.

 I want to drink myself healthy and eat myself healthy. I also want to be unapologetically me and those that are threatened by it can just back off and slink away. I want to push through the self doubt and the fear of failure and get on with getting on, and I truly want my compost to be the best jolly compost it could be! May God help me, and so too please may all that Wendyl and Martha have each put out into the universe that I have read to date help me also!

I want to see, feel and experience the same blissful, rewarding success these two awesome and awe inspiring women have had come their way............... and I am choosing today to see it start within the simple confines of the humblest of compost piles at my place, built from recycled and repurposed building materials found about the property.

Compost? You've got it sorted Wendyl! Compost, rose pruning AND putting a luncheon together for 240, you've got it in spades, Martha! God bless you both. The inspiration, the encouragement, the extra push & motivation you both gave this little kiwi mama today, it is highly appreciated. Now, I best go out strike on my gumboots and get busily working yet again on that compost!

Sole Parenting: Digging Deep

Sometimes things just don't go the way you hoped and planned. 

Sometimes you can give it all you've got, for a considerably great length of time, and still things just don't go the way you hoped and envisaged they would.

Sometimes you can give it all you've got and what was broken, what was dysfunctional, what was hurtful and most definitely wrong and unhealthy, will simply not righten itself.

Sometimes you can give it all you've got, and then you simply have to let go and let things be what they truly (and most honestly) were all along. 

Sometimes you just have to let the end come, so what is best, what is truly right and good, will have its place finally and most fully in your life.

Sometimes things just don't go the way you hoped and planned, and you yourself join the ranks of a good number of other ordinary, good people, all at various stages of dealing with loss, with grief, with heartache, with trauma and with crisis... all those components that come about after the dissolving and ending of a significant relationship. 

Sometimes things just don't go the way you hoped and planned, and you yourself join the ranks of others all also parenting alone, as committedly and sacrificially, as only a loving solo parent can.

Sometimes things just plain don't go the way you hoped, and you have to dig incredibly deep. 

You have to dig deep. Real deep. Deeper than you ever previously thought you could envisage having to dig. You have to deep down into your very soul and very core being and find the strength to do what you normally do, whilst also dealing with tremendous grief and heartache. 

Digging deep down to your deepest core essential roots and values, becomes what is key, absolute key, to helping keep you and yours totally centred and incredibly strong is best found there.

A good number of the intelligent, skilled, gifted, amazingly kind people who have sat across from me over the past several months have reminded me often, (without sometimes saying even one word), that no one, absolutely no one, goes into signing on to and committing to a relationship ever expecting it to come to that fork in the road that sees it being cast into a state of brokenness and eventual dissolution. 

We simply don't do that. None of us. We simply do not enter in, anticipating or seeking that. We don't. Never.

We simply don't go in risking getting stung & bitten by hurt. We don't. Never.

We don't go in looking for distress, for trauma, for crisis, for the eventual dissolving of a relationship. We just don't. We don't. We don't. Ever.

We go in instead with hope itself, clearly walking beside us and leading us. 

We go in with hope that what will result will be good, be really healthy, really safe, really lovely and predominately great. 

We go in, hoping beyond hope that it will all prove to be some measure of heaven on earth. We just don't go in seeking hell and hardship, grief and heartache, pain and hurt. We simply don't. We don't. Never.

Digging deep. 

You have to dig so, so deep when a relationship hits the crossroads and dissolves. 

When you find yourself on the other side in this new season, new chapter, and you also find yourself being a sole parent, you now have to dig deep, extra deep..... and then often dig deeper even yet again.

A story shared by a friend came again recently to the forefront of my mind. It was a personal story of there being a time in her life she just had to remind herself to keep solely focused on breathing calmly, steadily, for the next half an hour. 

Why? Why, you may ask? Because the devastation and the traumatic crisis she was going through, after her marriage had fallen apart, literally kept wanting to take her breath away.

Digging deep. Sometimes you just plain have to, because you need to keep yourself on a steady course of literally breathing.

I get it. I totally get it.

You have to dig deep and sometimes just focus also on keeping on with steady, calm breathing, because people are depending on you to dig deep and be a steady, firm rock of support for them. 

You are personally depending on you to dig deep also. You have to dig deep, suck it up, keep your big girl pants tightly belted firmly around your middle and just get on with getting on, because no one, absolutely no one else is going to step in and hold the reigns daily unless you yourself do so.

You have to dig deep on so many levels and in so many ways. You have to dig deep on the kindness front for starters. 

You have to dig deep on the kindness front, because some other folk around you are just not going to be kind. They are going to be thoughtless, they are going to be selfish, they are going to be blatantly blunt and straight up when you just may not feel up to be subjected to their directness,, their harshness, their unwillingness to act with kindness at that very moment in time. They are going to express their prejudices, unleash their presumptions, expose their judgments and you are going to have to weather the fallout about you with as much grace and kindness as you personally can possibly muster.

You are going to have to dip deep on the patience front, because the smallest insignificant comment can send a child off on an emotional rollercoaster and they may not have the actual words yet to explain the grief and the hurt they are deeply feeling. You are going to have to dig deep on the patience front because some folk are just obstructive, obnoxious, biased and you will be the direct target of their own dysfunction.

You are going to have to dig deep on the perseverance front, because a simple phone call to a utilities company to establish personal accounts could take literally hours, because some people just don't communicate well, and records get muddled and lost, and the simplest of things can literally become the most complicated of processes, simply because they can.

You are going to have to dig deep and aim to hold onto something of a sense of humour. One day, yes one day, (even if for now it seems likes it is literally going to be decades away), you will find some of the nonsense and 'poo' you are put through actually quite funny. Today it might not seem so funny, but digging deep, holding on to that which was dug up from the deep, will help you keep your wit in the long run.

Digging deep. There is an art and a skill to digging deep. When life has sent you a hard curve ball, when the 'poo' has finally, most definitely hit the fan and there is no disguising it, you have to dig deep like you have never dug deep before.

There will be clearly those that can identify with having similar experiences of digging deep, and they will gradually come out and cross your pathway. They will see something in you that triggers their own memory or memories of digging deep, and they will feel safe to tell you, in some measure, they too have been in that very same place of having to dig deep.

Digging deep. 

It is a trench and not a pit.

It is a place and practice that is perfectly fitting, most clearly and securely healthy, all the while being the most fitting of steps to take when you are experiencing heartache and grief. Those that dwell in the shallows will never know the depths like you do, nor will they ever obtain them; because digging deep is a masterful art and a most masterful accomplishment. 

Dig deep. Real deep. As deep as you need to go. Dig as deep as you need, because ultimately you have got this, and all is actually well......................and your breath will be most definitely, always most readily and reliably steady.

Sole Parenting: Facing Expectations

Expectations appear to be low. They appear to be very low. As I have stepped out, day by day, into this new season of being a sole parent, it has struck me how low expectations from some quarters truly are, when it comes to sole parents, particularly 'solo mums' and their dependents. 

Some folk clearly have long held deep beliefs and biases (regardless of how much they may try to claim they don't), around what a sole parent can and cannot achieve and can be expected to do. People clearly have long held deep beliefs and biases also around what a child of a sole parent can and cannot achieve and can be expected to do, and their narrow beliefs and biases are plainly sad.

Be it extended family members, be it friends and acquaintenances, be it businesses and companies you previously engaged with and who previously valued your custom and accepted you would pay your regular or annual bill payments.... they gradually all reveal what underlying attitudes they hold when it comes to a sole parent, particularly a solo mother, as well as her children.

I have seen something of both the best and worst of humanity in some respects these past months, as I am now mantled with this title of being a sole parenting mother, and my children are duly labelled in some quarters 'fatherless' and the children of a 'solo mum'.

There are those who kindly and gently come alongside and ask genuinely, "What do you need?" 

There are those that do simple, yet such helpful things, like the dropping off a sack of kindling at the front gate, just to make one experience of going out to collect firewood less of a hassle. (Those that did that: God bless you for your kind gesture, it meant a great deal).

There are those who spontaneously send a monetary gift card to help pay for a fortnight of groceries. (Wow! Truly wow! Thank you for your generosity! The timing couldn't have been more perfect, as I dealt with the unwarranted taking of funds by a business not keeping thorough tabs on what money they had already received from me!).

There are those that are kind, those that are caring, and those that are truly the salt of the earth; when you are still in the earliest of stages of picking up the shattered pieces of what was previously your typical home life. 

There are those who genuinely come alongside and confidentially pray. 

There are those who text and phone and offer the comfort of simply saying, "I am thinking of you, and I am here if you need me." There are those that say they are there for you and they really, really genuinely and sincerely mean it.

There are those however that claim to care, yet choose instead to stand back and simply gossip & engage in tattling behind your back, as well as those who choose to cut you off completely.

There are those also that expect you to fall apart and not hold it together. 

There are those that want to tell you to keep hoping and keep trusting for reconciliation and better days ahead, when what they are personally clinging to is an unrealistic and uninformed understanding of why a relationship has in fact dissolved.

There are those that offer you unwarranted advice, and those that offer you well grounded legal advice.

There are those that wait on the sidelines for you to fail at what you next put your hand to. They want you to fail, because they have a vested interest in having you experience failure; they simply want their own narrow, biased vision of who you are, to come to be, in both time & reality.

There are also those who have not acknowledged or talked to you for a considerable time, yet they stop you in the street and straight up ask you most directly," So, why did your husband leave?"

There are businesses that no longer appear to trust you to pay the very accounts you faithfully previously helped pay. It would appear, now being a sole parent allegedly changes who many of us fundamentally are, as previously-proven loyal bill payers, able savers and frugal human beings.

Expectations are low when it comes to sole parenting, particularly with regards to those labelled 'Solo Mum.' Those deemed to be now labelled with that often very emotionally charged label, are expected to fit within a narrow stereotype, it would repeatedly seem at present. 

Expectations are very low, presumptions and judgement whip around rather quickly, and I personally have had something of a guts load of it. It is somewhat laughable, yet it also makes me personally currently rather (and rightly so) frustrated and angry.

It has been something like clockwork that every 2 - 3 days there has been something unwittingly requiring attention, something that previously just ticked over without any hassle, without any previous question. 

The number of utility companies that I am still trying to deal with, to simply set in place paying the usual monthly payments, is becoming something of a quiet yet unpleasant personal joke. 

My expectations, yes, my expectations have gradually lowered also, in relation to a number of businesses and their business practices attitudes and biases towards me, now as I am a sole parent, a 'solo mum', because it does work both ways, you see.

There is a new norm becoming prevalent. 

It is the new norm, because the underlying expectations I have been subjected to now, as a newly appointed & labelled 'Solo Mum', are that I will allegedly fail, and I will fail allegedly horribly downwards, via a slipping slope, and an allegedly predictable spiral of dysfunction.

There are those I literally know of who are standing on the sidelines expecting to see their own biased presumptions and judgements be proven correct. They want me to join the ranks of other sole parents, 'solo mums' who have failed, who have stayed trapped in a downward spiral; because it would suit their fixed mindsets about what is a well rounded, healthy family, and therefore literally bring to fruition their prejudices.

Previously, simply because there was a man in the house, there was no question about whether I could run a home impeccably well, carry out a regular, daily well-rounded homeschool programme for our children, whilst managing the establishing of a small business enterprise on a small rural, lifestyle property, as well as contributing occasionally to church and community projects, etc. There was no question, and yet now perhaps there is? 

Nope. Not a chance. 

This rural based mama may be going it solo, but my path is able to approached still, with some good old common sense and sound, logical intelligence on my part. Life going forward will have my best gumboot foot being put forward, in order for it to be as well navigated overall as I could personally endeavour for it to be; even if there are still some variations, in time and output, along the journey occasionally.

Yes, it is a new season. Yes, there are things that have needed to be adjusted and needed to be reviewed, however, I am still very much the same conscientious, hard-working person I was previously, before the marriage I was part of came to a crossroad path. 

I am still a capable, able-bodied human being who can do their very best to solve day to day issues on a rural lifestyle property. I am capable of picking up and using a pole saw, moving a heavily stacked up wheelbarrow, and even changing a lightbulb or the like all without the necessary aid of a Prince Charming allegedly to come rescue poor, little old me. 

I am a person with skills, abilities and experience, quite capable of achieving my long time dreams and goals if not hindered by the undue, unwarranted interference of others and their biased judgments about what women, and particularly a 'solo mum' can do and achieve. The dreams and goals may just for a time take a little longer or even be put on hold a little, while my children and I grieve and re-group ourselves, but that is perfectly okay and also perfectly normal. 

A sole parent is not a second class citizen. A solo mum is not a headless chicken, who needs to be rescued. They are not clueless duds who cannot contribute well to society, or fail to run a successful rural enterprise. They are not deserving of pessimism, or being deemed a lost cause, stuck forever in a cycle of poverty, and a pit of dysfunctional financial management. 

Some of us 'solo mums' are as good as you are, (in some cases even better), at managing our finances, balancing our workloads (even our rural workloads), our new found domestic situations, and it is unwarranted and uninvited presumptions and assumptions that add additional pressure and hardship so unnecessarily. 

Facing expectations. Facing low expectations particularly, it is an unnecessary extra hardship. Those of us who are classed as sole parents need to not be subjected to as much negative bias as we are. Those that sit comfortably back in their armchairs and cast about further curses about the fate of a 'solo mum' and their children, need to take a good long, hard look in the mirror to face up to their contribution to where society is really at, when it comes to those prejudices they duly cast about others and their circumstances. 

Facing expectations. Facing up to low expectations? The presumptious and the judgmental need to raise their own personal meeting of bars, around vision-casting and future fortunes, a tad higher.

Small Businesses In New Zealand Need Customers RIGHT NOW online & offline!

Hardship, real financial hardship, here in Aotearoa New Zealand? A good portion of people just don't want to know.

It has been incredibly challenging for our household to get back on our feet, Post-March 2020 when our Property Settlement was so shockingly frozen and our financial circumstances so hugely put under ongoing strain due to the Covid-19 Nationwide Lockdown................... and yet, I am personally very aware there are actual small businesses operating in our local community and just beyond, with business owners & operators that are absolutely at the end of their rope also.

Small Business Owners, actual literal fellow, hardworking human beings, who own small local down-the-road-from-home-scenario businesses, are not taking wages and have not for literally numerous months. They are not taking wages, so they can instead pay their demanding landlords, pay their overheads, pay suppliers to keep some products actually in stock, pay insurance and liabilities, etc. People, real live fellow, local human beings, who I have personally met and also been discreetly told about.

Small Business Owners in Aotearoa New Zealand? A number of them, are under incredible stress and strain, and they are surrounded by incredibly challenging worries & concerns.

Small Business Owners in New Zealand are hugely struggling, a good proportion of them. The state the country is in, under ongoing, repetitive Lockdowns and Alert Level alterations in the local and wider community, it is wearing down and very distressing for a good number of dedicated, hardworking people.

People are hugely struggling, because of the lack of steady, healthy income and the financial hardship which their small business are under, and have been kept under, from March 2020 right up until now, almost a whole year later.

Small businesses in the Land of the Long White Cloud are struggling, because of Covid-19 and it's actual pandemic levelled effects on incomes, and business opportunities to actually literally generate that necessary income.

Small Business in New Zealand? It has been hugely hit by a ghastly, pandemic-like, viral financial hardship............ and too few really want to face up to it or have it discussed in polite society circles. Too many want to simply dismiss what has occurred, and falsely claim it would have happened anyway.

Too many want to falsely claim that it must be the fault of the business owner, and other such ill-determined and presumptious judgements that get floated about.......... all the while denying what Covid-19 and its subsequent Lockdowns have in fact repeatedly done to Small Business in New Zealand as a whole.

The struggle, the hardship, the distress currently cloaking Small Business New Zealand............. it is very, very real. It is very real, and a good number of those in distress had it literally brought on from March 2020 solely due to Covid-19 and the Nationwide implemented Lockdown and its follow on Lockdowns, all placed predominately on small businesses, and not on a good number of the larger, corporate businesses.

Those that try to pretend this specific hardship doesn't exist, clearly have little regard for their hardworking neighbour or their fellow man who happens to have their own small business operation.

People may not only have their businesses default, they may soon face the loss of their actual homes, as a result of the incredible financial stress they and their small business are under. It is so incredibly sad.

Small Business and small businesses in New Zealand in crisis mode?
It's real. VERY REAL.

I met someone this very week who is selling their home because they have financially struggled BECAUSE of what happened for them in 2020.

REAL live, good citizen, hardworking Kiwis, with families and financial responsibilities............... people just like you and me, they are step by step coming under the harsh cloud of reality that they may very well soon be losing their businesses, they may soon financially default, and they are potentially going to loose their homes.
Everyone is hoping for change, hoping for "The Breakthrough." With each passing business day their businesses are becoming more & more crippled, under the financial strain they are under........ what a dreadful thing that is for so many dear, hardworking Kiwi souls.
Please, those of you that are Praying Folk, please pray for divine intervention for small businesses here in Aotearoa New Zealand. It IS needed for so many of the small business folk I have personally come across lately

Please. Please Friends, please pray for them, AND literally go out of your way to go and buy from a local small business in your area. Put your money on the counter, and help that local small business owner as best you can, literally, now.

People. Real live people. Hard working people: all committed to running small businesses here in Aotearoa, they need a huge breakthrough financially. They need other fellow kiwis to go out of their way to seek out local service providers, local product manufacturers, local supplies of goods and services both online and offline, that typically we kiwis previously just wanted to source from some cheaper offshore company or large million dollar large business with a huge marketing platform and allegedly preferred branded name.

Small Businesses in New Zealand need customers RIGHT NOW, online & offline. Let's help them. Now.

We need to buy locally. We need to actively support our local small businesses, because a good number of those neighbours of ours that are also business owners and operators are tettering on the edge of being mentally broken with the stresses they are under.

To default and have their small business go completely under................ a good number of folk are sincerely seeking a big breakthrough right now to prevent it.

I truly, truly hope the Prime Minister and the New Zealand Government gets the gentle, yet direct and firm message clearly soon, that some folk who claimed to be helping kiwi small businesses recover are actually witholding that very financial funding they took, allegedly on the behalf of the small businesses they claimed to want to help in their locality.

A good number of small kiwi businesses, and hardworking folk are not getting the help they need, and those sneakily withholding it in order to line their own pockets substantially more, should surely be held to account.

The fallout from 2020? It is horrendous at grassroots level in Aotearoa New Zealand, for a good number of small businesses, their owners & their operators. The typical, hardworking, good old average kiwi family running a small business, just trying to put food each day on the table and keep a roof over the kiddies' head each night................. they need literal help right now. BIG TIME. God help us all.

Vaccinate or Not Vaccinate............. that IS the question on the mind of all in 2021.

 Something to ponder:

There are going to be a LOT of people winding each up, across the whole planet, during 2021. ... "to vaccinate or not to vaccinate, that is the question..."
The best position???

The "RIGHT" decision? It is, in all wisdom, the one that IS most fitting for YOU alone, YOU alone, on all levels. Physically, mentally, spiritually, emotionally, chemically................ your decision must be made with the best of wisdom you can muster and the most fitting of knowledge gathering also.

YOU are vaccinating YOU, a separate, individual human being, not the bloke or gal next door.

YOU are choosing what happens to YOU, only YOU, when it comes to literally taking onboard any medicinal product such as a vaccine.

Make YOUR choice, make it from a thoroughly investigated, informed position, and then peacefully wish well those who choose eventually differently.
Disease and sicknesss are NORMAL in Human Society, and the Healthy have ALWAYS recovered.

Disease and sickness have historically been dealt with in a DIVERSE range of ways. That is a historical fact. It is also a scientific fact. It is also a medical fact. The facts speak well for themselves: that disease and sickness turn up in a diverse range of ways repeatedly throughout all of human history; and in turn they are always dealt with, in a diverse range of healing ways.

ONE option, when it comes to preventing as well as responding to disease and sickness, is not necessarily the blanket best option ever. As humans beings, we ARE each UNIQUELY ourselves.

YOU are unique. Physically, mentally, emotionally, spiritually, chemically. YOU are unique.

YOU have choice what comes in and out of your physical frame, because it is YOUR physical frame, and the only one you will have in your lifetime here on Planet Earth.
Your immune system, with the right support that is fitting for it, DOES respond to fighting off disease and sickness. Look at you. Notice the health and well-being that DOES exist in your life each day. You breathe, you interact with the world from the moment you wake, independently of an outside source of systems. YOU are a functioning living organism.
CHOOSE today (or whenever) and check if PEACE follows your thoroughly thought through decision.

There is NO USE in killing yourself with WORRY and CONCERN.

There is also NO POINT in labelling other Choicemakers 'ignorant' or 'careless'..... they have simply, and quite frankly, made a DIFFERENT choice to you.

That IS how Life IS on Planet Earth... there IS diversity in thinking and speaking and action. It is time for us all to be more tolerant and accepting; rather than repeatedly and arrogantly so presumptious and judgemental. The speck in your brother's eye is no where near as big as your own. We all full short of being perfect, right? Let's be better at being the better person we should each be.

Be peaceful in your decision making and leave others to make their choice peacefully also.

It is Just to do so.

Where do I personally sit, some have asked, on the vaccine stance???

I sit neutrally on the fenceline and keep MY choice to myself.

I do my absolutely upmost to keep myself clean and healthy, and I endeavour to interact extremely carefully and well with others. How I do that, is MY CHOICE, and MY RIGHT always.

You quietly make YOUR choice..................... and I will quietly make mine.

We can still choose to show LOVE and RESPECT to each other, regardless of our diversity of thinking and practice of life. There is NO LAW, absolutely no law whatsoever across the entirety of the Earth, against those human qualities.

"BLESSED are the PEACEMAKERS, THEY WILL be called "Children of God." This is written in a book with a good round dose of wisdom. This fact has never been altered: Planet Earth needs it's Peacemakers, RIGHT NOW, in 2021 and far beyond.

Keep silent (don't stir the pot unnecessarily ever!) and keep safe.