In relative terms, our country is pre
embryonic. As history has shown, any country can be invaded and populated by
scores of other cultures and civilizations before the die is cast and a people
are born. Then the cycle continues, the cast is broken, and another breed,
another choice is offered.
We are lucky enough, all of us, to be witness to the planting of the seeds. Australia could be leading the way with ONE people, ONE race, and a GLOBAL culture. We are in the throes of a great opportunity to learn from each and every culture, an Australian way of life, while being guided and advised by the latest original Australians. Our Indigenous peoples, as scattered and fractured and depleted as they are magnificent, were themselves once refugees in this country, and now face the eternal choice made by generations of every culture and country watching the dissemination of their way of life with sadness and anger.
They have much to teach us. Embracing the varying racial influences in this country is a great opportunity. It’s just another ripple in the never-ending tide. We’re all a part of the same flow. Perhaps letting go of the past in order to embrace the future is a great piece of advice for each of us in every experience?
I’m a true blue skip with the atypical standard Australian ancestry story. The whispers in my bones echo from poverty stricken Irish convicts and outrageously wealthy English gentry – American Naval adventurers and Welsh servants – Celtic Princes and Yorkshire musicians. Illiterate and illegitimate. Educated and well mannered. Passionate and Desperate. Oversexed and Underfinanced. Overindulgent and Underdeveloped. Fueled with fires from each of their stories – one way or the other. One generation later, however, the blood of my children flows from a far more exotic Middle Eastern and European pool.
After a storm, the colors of a rainbow glow in pure brilliance. The children of the rainbow serpent, the melting pot of Australian immigrants, my Hibernian background and my Mediterranean offspring – we are all true blue skips.
As each day passes, another spice is added to the pot. We all make a shift and extend space to include another shade, another smell, and another taste. Other races in other places and times have experienced war and suffering, as will we. History not only repeats, it rhymes! Our survival and prosperity are linked to each other. This is a journey that all Australians take together. We all have something to lose and something to gain as life continues to be a series of profits and losses – positive and negative.
My true blue skip children – Our true blue skip children are just as much an answer as an unrelenting constant question.
We are lucky enough, all of us, to be witness to the planting of the seeds. Australia could be leading the way with ONE people, ONE race, and a GLOBAL culture. We are in the throes of a great opportunity to learn from each and every culture, an Australian way of life, while being guided and advised by the latest original Australians. Our Indigenous peoples, as scattered and fractured and depleted as they are magnificent, were themselves once refugees in this country, and now face the eternal choice made by generations of every culture and country watching the dissemination of their way of life with sadness and anger.
They have much to teach us. Embracing the varying racial influences in this country is a great opportunity. It’s just another ripple in the never-ending tide. We’re all a part of the same flow. Perhaps letting go of the past in order to embrace the future is a great piece of advice for each of us in every experience?
I’m a true blue skip with the atypical standard Australian ancestry story. The whispers in my bones echo from poverty stricken Irish convicts and outrageously wealthy English gentry – American Naval adventurers and Welsh servants – Celtic Princes and Yorkshire musicians. Illiterate and illegitimate. Educated and well mannered. Passionate and Desperate. Oversexed and Underfinanced. Overindulgent and Underdeveloped. Fueled with fires from each of their stories – one way or the other. One generation later, however, the blood of my children flows from a far more exotic Middle Eastern and European pool.
After a storm, the colors of a rainbow glow in pure brilliance. The children of the rainbow serpent, the melting pot of Australian immigrants, my Hibernian background and my Mediterranean offspring – we are all true blue skips.
As each day passes, another spice is added to the pot. We all make a shift and extend space to include another shade, another smell, and another taste. Other races in other places and times have experienced war and suffering, as will we. History not only repeats, it rhymes! Our survival and prosperity are linked to each other. This is a journey that all Australians take together. We all have something to lose and something to gain as life continues to be a series of profits and losses – positive and negative.
My true blue skip children – Our true blue skip children are just as much an answer as an unrelenting constant question.
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