08/02/2026
And as we come to another Sunday night, I find myself reflecting on something which I find to be fairly incredible, really! In the last five weeks, I have been lucky enough to attend the birthday celebrations of two extraordinary women. Both of them are extraordinary in my mind for different reasons, but they had one thing in common; both were celebrating a hundred years on this earth.
As I write that down, it feels surreal to even think about. Cards from the King? The Governor-General? The Prime Minister, and even a blessing from the Pope? These were ways in which they were publicly recognised, just as they should have been. Still, they also had proud family standing behind them, to talk of their achievements and to acknowledge the important parts that they had played in people's lives. Knowing both women, I think that this recognition from granddaughters and great-granddaughters and other family members, will have been what remained with them, as family is something that they both truly value.
As I stood in the crowd on both occasions, I couldn't help but feel inspired! A hundred years? A full century? I think about the ways in which the world has changed in that time, the events that have taken place. Both of them were old enough when it happened, to be able to remember the second world war very well, for example!
In one situation, one of these women was living and working in Townsville, when orders were being made to evacuate the women and children from the town in 1942. The fact that that evacuation was called off at a moment's notice, came courtesy of the American soldiers who arrived under General McCarthur the day before they were due to go. They were saved by the bell as it were, from being moved down to Brisbane, and my friend was able to go back to serving in one of the local cafes, and listening to the dreams of young soldiers who soon enough would be shipped out to war.
The other woman, yesterday's birthday girl, was one of the voices of my childhood, and someone we always called Auntie. She is feisty and strong and has a laugh which is both happy and infectious. She too was affected by the war, and upon meeting the right man at his end, found herself married to him and gone within six weeks of their first meeting. Yesterday, her flower girl Joan was among us and delivered one of the speeches; herself now a woman in her early 80s. As I stood listening yesterday, I also found myself being amazed by how these women may be a hundred years old, but they are still in so many ways their glorious selves. My Aunt was just as interested in news of our family as she always is, and I had to stop and remind myself that up until COVID times, when she was in her early nineties, she was still involved in looking after her great-grandchildren. She may be in aged care now, but to live out on your own, still cooking and still doing until you're 98? I think that's very impressive.
I came home feeling delighted, that I had been lucky enough to be a guest at that party, and inspired anew by the quiet achievements of both of these women. I believe that when we truly feel inspired, it's a restorative feeling, and can lift us out, even if only temporarily, of whatever might be troubling us in our lives. So, I encourage you to think about who or what really inspires you; and not to be tied down to things that you feel "should" inspire you, or inspire others. Sometimes the smallest acts from individuals can make a difference, and even though others might not notice those, you do. That you do notice, is absolutely reason enough to be inspired. Have a great week everyone! Take care of yourselves and of each other, stay safe out there and remember as always, to stay connected.