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Wednesday, February 11, 2009; 11:31 PM
of war and heroines
When I sit and think about all the women I admire and respect, I realize that they are all strong, independant women with will-power, determination and courage even in the face of adversity. I find that they may have their occasional moments of vulnerability, fear, even loneliness - but they do not waver and they keep ploughing on.

When I meet new people and I suss out who would I most like to be friends with, I find that they are the girls who are strong and know what they want in life, and have a mind and spine of their own. And yet I find that they are also human, and kind and generous and down-to-earth yet amazingly free-spirited.

I remember wanting to be free-spirited, I remember people telling me to stay free-spirited.

Somewhere, I lost sight of these amazing women and reduced myself to the weepy, weak characters I used to loathe.

Somewhere in between that and this, now, I think I remember who I wanted to be, who I should be, and who I will become. I think I understand that every strong woman has her dark days, but the difference between heroines and non-heroines is that the heroines who are truly remembered are the ones that take initiative and keep fighting on - and not wait around for the hero.

I think I used to be strong-willed. I think I used to be impulsive, and stubborn, and refused to wait around for change. I think I used to fight for what was right, and I think I used to look forward, straight ahead. I think you don't have to be a cold, ice-queen to be a strong heroine, I think you can be sweet and kind and gentle and yet possess this amazing inner strength and mentality which simply radiates off you - which makes people look at you and think, "She's a heroine."

I think your hero shouldn't complete you, you should complement each other.

I think I remember what it used to be like to want to be a heroine. I think I can try to be one again.

I think I just will be.

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Tuesday, February 10, 2009; 10:16 PM
Black Saturday : Plea For Help

Official death toll is over 200 now and still rising. Over 5000 people are now homeless with over 800 homes destroyed. Fires are still burning and other towns are still in danger. Please help however you can, no matter how small.

Donate to the Bushfire Appeal through the Australian Red Cross or Salvation Army, either by phone or online. You don't have to live in Australia to donate, international aid is more than welcome.

Also, don't forget the animals, donate to Wildlife Victoria and RSPCA Victoria as well as Animal Aid who are working endlessly around the clock to save the millions of pets, stock and wildlife that are now seriously injured and homeless from the devastating fires. Also consider the hundreds of horses which are now homeless or horribly burnt and injured, if you have any means of donating feed or offering agistment - or even any sort of veterinary skills, etc, consider registering to assist or make a financial donation to TripleR Equine Welfare. They have set up a temporary relief shelter at Bendigo Showgrounds, so if you are in the area, Ascot Saddlery in Flemington is also accepting donation of all kinds, from tack to feed to just about whatever you can spare and it will all go towards the horses.

If you are in Australia, perhaps consider donating blood which is desperately needed for hundreds of injured people. Or if there is a Salvos or St Vincents in your local area, drop by with whatever you can spare, from toiletries to underwear to sanitary pads and tampons to pet food... every little bit counts and is greatly appreciated.

For a million other ways to help, click here to see how you can lend a hand during this time of tragedy for Australia.
Ways To Help
More Ways To Help

All the flags have been flying at half-mast. It's absolutely heartbreaking. I haven't been able to contact my previous employer, who took me to Gippsland to ride and drive his gorgeous Clydesdale horses. I can only hope that those dear animals are safe and made it through the fires.
God bless you all.

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Monday, February 9, 2009; 12:19 AM
Black Saturday
My thoughts and condolences go out to all the Victorians who were affected by yesterday's deadly bushfires... it was horrendous, simply horrendous, a real day from hell. I feel for your loss and have you all in my prayers.

How heartbreaking - it has been running on the news all day long for two days now. I turned on the news yesterday only to have my heart completely stop for a whole two seconds and my blood turn completely cold as the newsreader said, "Fire in Keysborough..." and I could barely hear the rest, my stomach was coming up to my throat. Keysborough!! But that's where Blinkbonnie Equestrian Center is! That's where my dear Midnight and Cosmo and Prince and Shrimpy and all the rest of my equine family live! That's where I was supposed to be working, if the hot weather hadn't meant that it would be closed for the day! I could barely even fathom the thought of a deadly fire so close to my babies.

But after a couple of phone calls and manic searching on all the news sites, it seemed Blinkbonnie was safe. The fire wasn't in their surrounding area. Thank goodness.

And then I thought of a good friend of mine who works out in the country where the main fires are burning, and messaged her immediately. Thankfully, she too is out of harm's way.

The whole tragedy is just... incomprehensible. There's over 100+ dead so far and the death toll is still rising. Whole towns have been completely destroyed. The fires are still burning and damned-to-hell arsonists are relighting fires that have been extinguished. I want to vomit when I think about that. More than two towns have been completely razed to the ground and countless charred bodies have been found trapped in cars as they try to escape. A bride lost her husband just two weeks after their marriage. Victoria's dearly beloved newscaster and his family are dead - burnt to the ground. So many homes and families have been lost.
I watch the news and see the blazes burning and I think of the countless horses that have died - it is so heartbreaking. There is footage of farmers walking out over their paddocks, euthanizing their horses and cattle that didn't survive the fire. It's horrifying.

The nearest fire to me was Yarra Glen - which really isn't that far at all - and my entire area was covered in a foreboding, restless fog all day long which had me quite worried. It was so hot and dry and just... a fidgety feeling was in the air all day long. I constantly kept my dog wet and cool, with plenty of ice cubes and kept my eye on the dark smoke surrounding the area. It was very scary.

It's heartbreaking, but please keep all those who have sufferend in your prayers. Help with what you can. Here is a great post with all the ways in which you can help, donations are very much needed right now.
Ways to Help

And to make things worse, my brother rang my at 3am while I was sleeping - to inform me that my grandmother had been rushed to hospital. The doctors are on holiday (imagine that!) so they won't know what is wrong till Tuesday at least. I'm very worried, so if you can, please spare a prayer for my dear grandmother too.

What a day of tragedy. :(
Thursday, February 5, 2009; 10:52 PM
Keep putting one foot in front of the other
How awesome is this :

When I hear the words 'National Geographic', I immediately think of the gorgeous blonde boy who caught my eye on the bus a few months ago... because he was simple and un-douchey-like, and as he got on the bus, he pulled out a copy of National Geographic and was completely engrossed in it. No boy reads National Geographic anymore. As I left the bus never to see him ever again, I think I loved him then.

When I hear the word 'princess', I immediately think of how I was once a princess - someone's princess. Now I am something like Cinderella, minus the mice and the magic.

When I read the word 'legend', I immediately think of Britney Spears. Let's face it, in 20 years from now your kids will still be bopping along to 'Baby One More Time'. What a queen.

When I see 'roses', I immediately think of the large bouquet I once received on Valentine's Day many, many years ago, from possibly the only boy who ever really truly wanted to try to love me. (I called him crazy and he never spoke to me again.)

When I shed a tear, I immediately think of the first time I ever consciously cried in front of someone else - my mother, in high school, when I lied to her and said my boyfriend dumped me. (It was the other way round.)

When I hear the words' unaldurated happiness' and 'freedom', I immediately think of galloping across a never-ending pasture, with the wind in my hair, on the back of a horse.

I am not a witty writer, nor can I conjure up amazing jokes to put stitches in your side, and my little space doesn't have a hundred pretty photos, nor do I have an interesting daily life to share with the world - but I like to think that what I write is real, and felt from the heart - and perhaps that might be good enough in it's own way. I do not need a million hits or a hundred comments, just knowing that what I write is real at this point in time, that is enough.

And yes, I am also aware that I use too many commas.

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