Showing posts with label wreck bay. Show all posts
Showing posts with label wreck bay. Show all posts

Monday, December 30, 2013

endings and beginnings

Endings

My time in Mildura. The people, my job, students, friendships have been authentic and fulfilling. I'm so grateful for the experience.

2013. For many it has been a tough year however I'm always excited at the thought of another year unfolding. A friend recently said "I don't celebrate the new year anymore, I celebrate a new day".
Be thankful & bold and seize each day.

Festive Season. Even though there's still about another week of the festive season, I'm thankful for the abundant amount of family, food and time to just stop and breathe before it all starts churning away again.

My sister is underneath this heap :)


Beginnings
2014

New Goals: Health and well-being + travel and living abroad 

Grounded in my home roots (let's see how I handle this)

New adventure.... I fly out to Hawaii tonight, so Happy New Years in advance.







Whatever your truth, seek it and live it with conviction.
I wish you all the joy, health and happiness you could ever imagine as one year ends and another begins.




Big Love,

Falala Mele.

Wednesday, July 10, 2013

NAIDOC Celebrations Nowra & Wreck Bay


This week I attended two different NAIDOC day events in the Nowra and Wreck Bay communities.

So you might be thinking What is NAIDOC Week? 
Well it's a week long celebration held to recognise the culture and achievements of Aboriginal and Torres Strait Islanders in Australia. Many people (even those collectively held under the generalised term 'Australians') know little to nothing about the histories of the indigenous people of Australia.

It is a complex and delicate history and I've yet to find a textbook or school system that extensively and objectively explains and or recounts it. It's history has some similarities to other countries. Someone sets out with a purpose to find new and perhaps uninhabited land. They explore,  then claim the land and set upon changing the land and it's people to suit their needs. Indigenous Australians were misplaced, introduced to foreign diets and diseases. Some were taken from their families and put into homes, others were forbidden to speak in their language and or carry out traditional practices.

In 1965 a bus of Sydney University students travelled through NSW to expose the discrimination and living conditions of Aboriginal people. After this the"Assimilation policy is changed to that of Integration – Aboriginal people entering Australian society on their own terms and preserving as much of their culture as they choose".
It wasn't until 1967 that "91% of Australian voters vote YES in a Referendum to count Aboriginal 
people in the census and give the Commonwealth the power to make laws for Aboriginal people". This history and the fight for rights for Aboriginal people is still very fresh. To see a brief timeline of Indigenous rights and history click HERE.

It is a broad political issue in Australia and one that many choose to forget. The 'gap' between non-indigenous and indigenous Australians in education and health standards is a national shame. Yes, the government is trying to CLOSE THE GAP and while we are often bombarded with negative statistics, attitudes, comments and images about Aboriginal people, it's NAIDOC WEEK that reminds me how strong and vibrant they really are. They are an intricately unique, beautiful, honest and humble people. They are vast and varied. They deal with dual societies and cultures and generally live for moments rather than merchandise. They captivate me and I understand and identify with them because they became my culture when I was raised away from my own. They are not perfect nor without fault, because none of us are.

I wandered around both celebrations soaking up the beauty. I greeted all the Aunties and Uncles and people that I haven't seen in a while. I hugged my friends and were astounded by their growing tribe of beautiful babies. This place is alive and buzzing with life. Young people getting up and fearlessly telling stories through lyrics and music. Organisations reaching out and connecting. This is a proud and growing community of mine.

















Big Love,

Falala Mele

Thursday, February 7, 2013

Aussie Curves Swimwear

Happy Hump Day Everyone! I'm excited to be back in the Aussie Curves swimwear challenge this week. I have been extremely busy with work and life in general but I have some photos that I wanted to share with you all.

So swimwear yeah? Well I love swimming. When there's water I'm usually there. I'm blessed enough to have some of the most beautiful beaches surrounding me and in the last few years I've been in some pretty amazing places. So when it comes to swimming I dress for practicability. I have a few pair of swimmers in my drawers because I'm in love with the idea of swimwear but in the real world this is what I usually wear. Tights, singlets, bras, t-shirts or whatever else I have on me when I'm out and about and I happen to find somewhere nice to swim.

Lalo Manu Beach Samoa
I climbed down this ladder to swim in To Le Sua Trench Samoa. I was scared but it was amazing



Covering our bodies with the rich clay from the clay hole at Wreck Bay ACT
Summercloud Beach ACT


Down I go!

I slid down these sliding rocks too! Literally had to swear at myself to do it. 

I went down the second set of sliding rocks. It was harder to climb up the mossy rocks because there was no path.



Wether you wear beautiful swimmers or shirts and shorts when you swim, I hope that you do it more often then not.


Big Love,


Falala Mele

Saturday, February 2, 2013

Goodbye Summer

So I have officially been back at work for one  two weeks and the summer holidays feel like a faded but pleasant memory. Was it really a week ago that I was swimming in the ocean, eating frozen yogurt and laughing with my family? I think its gonna take me another two weeks to get over my post holiday blues. So until that happens I'm just going to look at my holiday pics.















Hope you are all well.






Big Love,



Falala Mele

Tuesday, January 8, 2013

New Years Day




If you follow me on instagram and Facebook then you'd probably already know that I have been taking bush walks in my backyard aka the Booderee National Park throughout my summer holidays. I grew up walking through the bush with my Uncle Barry in and around Wreck Bay.

So this is how my life played out on the last day of 2012. Woke up, exercised, ate breakfast, out to lunch with my family, watched the Hobbit, packed our bags and brought last minute supplies before we left town to go to Wreck. Arrived, drove off to the fireworks at Huskisson and then back home to dance with more family members. Slept at 3:30am. Woke up at 6:00am to leave on our little expedition.


We initially wanted  to go on an 16km hike but we thought about the amount of sleep we had, the heat in the bush and our families (especially the nieces and nephews) waiting at home to go to beach. So with all that, we decided to take the 6km total route to Whiting Beach instead.

I hadn't been there since I was a child and I think I had only ever been there once before.

I remembered this beautiful green isolated haven with clear waters. I remembered the adventure of making a fire with my friends, finding witchity grubs and eating them for the first time. This was the 8 year old me; off trying not to be worried or scared because there were no adults around and I had wandered off a lot further than what my Mother would ever have permitted. I remembered thinking that it was the best place on earth.


As I took the last few steps down off the bush track and onto the rocks I was immediately taken back to that time and to those exact feelings. Here I was again, at the dawn of another new day and another brand new year with my sisters Theresa, Sia and Moala. We promised ourselves we wouldn't waste the night with the cliche "I'm so cool" party scene. We wouldn't sleep the new day away. We would get up and start another new adventure.



When he was alive he would take thousands of people through the bush and teach them about the local bush tucker and Aboriginal way of life in our local area. Since his passing I have never felt more drawn towards the bush because that's where I feel most connected to him. I can hear his voice and I can see him walk vividly in front of me. Thanks Uncle for taking us wandering again. Thanks for igniting our childhood feelings of discovery and awe. Thanks for bringing me back home.





Big Love,




Falala Mele