Small towns

We left a small town – well a village, nestled in a small community. We thought living in each others’ pockets was hard. But the reality is – it’s easier. You HAVE to get along. You have your ups and downs. You don’t have to like people or be friends with them just because they are there. But through all the ups and downs you will find that you suddenly have a bigger, better, bolder family.

We moved to a small town – small by city standards. It too is nestled in a vibrant, active and nurturing community. A community where everybody knows everybody but is detached enough to be openly critical and blindly judgemental.

Having been incorrectly judged and seeing the devastating affect such behaviour can have on others, we stand proud and will not judge. We will make our own decisions about local people, services and destinations on our own. Thank you very much.

To this end, we have eaten the worst Chinese food ever tasted and some of the best Thai. We have found secret beach spots (well, we feel they are secret) and met great tradespeople. We have made friends and become wary of others. We think we are doing okay and have started our journey the way we mean to proceed.  (We still miss our village family though xxx)


Innocence waning

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Look at them. All cuteness and togetherness. Sibling happiness. Oh, how they loved each other!

They’re 9 going on 15 now and nearly 6, going on 12. Full of attitude and sibling rivalry.

There’s lots of “I hate sisters” and “Get out of my room”, door slamming, eye rolling and foot stamping. Other parents tell me this is just the beginning. I’m not sure I’m cut out for this.

Where’s the love and reliance gone? Where is the innocence and devotion? When will it all return?

In their late 20s ‘they’ tell me. What? It’s a natural cycle ‘they’ say. It breaks a mother’s heart I say.


What do you say?


What’s it all about then?

Welcome to Wisharama. Well, what is it? Wisharama is quite frankly my chance to get some stuff down, to say some stuff and post some stuff. It’s also a way to express those things that I wish for – the tangible, the intangible and the unreachable.

Perhaps not all things we wish for are unreachable. Perhaps we just have to try a bit harder. Eight years ago I moved to the bush from the bustling ‘city’ of Canberra. Six years ago I quit my job in the Australian Public Service, it was a pretty good job too – great dollars, great workmates and a reasonably fulfilling occupation.

Why did I walk away? Family. My little family – hubby and just one littlie at the time – needed more of me than I could give if I was to continue driving two and a half hours a day over dirt roads to just bring in some dollars. AND no. 2 was on the way, and sometimes I can be a little lazy. So I left my job, my employer of 13 years and a huge network of friends and co-workers.

What happened? Life happened. No. 2 arrived, I worked part-time for hubby’s boss and got myself a very part-time gig at the local school (a dozen students) helping the kids with computers and photography. My government experience enabled me to do a few websites and get involved in the local community.

Before I knew it I was organising community events including the annual markets. I wrote the odd column for the local paper and had some of my photos published in regional and national rags. I volunteered to the NSW Rural Fire Service and learnt a lot of valuable information I’ve thankfully never had to put into practice (yet).

I have taken countless photos, seen incredible landscapes and witnessed natural disasters. I have made some lifelong friends and probably some lifelong enemies (more on living in a small community later!).

It’s never been enough though (greedy, or what?). Things break down, things need registering and insuring. People get sick, people die and things change. Life is not quite fulfilled.

There are a million (okay, maybe 10) things waiting to come to fruition. Most of us have things that sit in the back rows of our minds. Some people are brave enough to grab hold of them, drag them to the forefront and get on with it. These are the things I want to explore. The unsaid, the underdeveloped. So we don’t have to say “I wish I had been….” or “I wish I had done more….”.

My life and loves revolve around my friends and family, photography and my animals – three dogs and currently just one horse. These will feature on this blog as those are the things that keep me grounded. Hopefully you will also see something new, new for me anyway – some creativity, drive and ambition. You’ll also see our adventures – where we go, what we get up to – maybe you’ll even find some inspiration.

An opportunity has arisen – we are on the move. To the South East this time, the beautiful Sapphire Coast of New South Wales – we don’t know where we’ll end up – we don’t even have anywhere to live yet. Times are a’changing. Watch what happens next.