I'M ONLY 35!!

I don't qualify for old age yet, hardly even middle age. In fact one of the kids at school the other day thought I was 16. But I do recognise that I and the people around me are growing older (and maybe growing up).

I read the following prayer on the wall in Aunty Jan's toilet. I think it's a beauty - and a great challenge to the old, the almost old, and the going to be old one day folk.

LORD, Thou knowest better than I know myself that I am growing older and will someday be old.

Keep me from the fatal habit of thinking I must say something on every subject and on every occasion.

Release me from craving to straighten out everybody’s affairs.

Make me thoughtful but not moody; helpful but not bossy.  With my vast store of wisdom, it seems a pity not to use it all, but Thou knowest LORD that I want a few friends at the end.

Keep my mind free from the recital of endless details; give me wings to get to the point.

Seal my lips on my aches and pains.

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The heart and the mind want to divide

Why can't they just live side by side?

I see what I see and love what I know

I think I know where I want to go.

But alone at night as I sit and ponder

My heart and my mind begin to wander.

One travels around the world and back

While the rest of me feels out of whack.

And then it hits me in the head

Lying there upon my bed

"Why are you trying on your own

When you placed Me upon the throne?

I am here to sort it out

So what is all this worry about?"


Here's a great story I found from Australian Tim Cope in the Sydney Morning Herald. He trekked on horse back through the Carpathians in Ukraine. Here's an excerpt from his travel descriptions:image

As if painted on a vertical canvas there were colourful wooden cottages perched on the opposing side of the valley bordered by greying timber fences, haystacks and glistening spring pastures.

Click here to read the entire article. Photo also by Tim Cope.


A number of people have asked me over the last few years, "Why do you want to live in Ukraine?"

Today I read an article about corruption in Ukraine. You can read this interesting article from the Kyiv Post here, but I was reminded how deeply ingrained bribery and corruption are in Ukrainian thinking and culture.

I reflected on an interesting situation on a train back in 2005. I wrote about the experience of two Russians telling me that this was the way they liked it (train experience). But what will I ever do to change the corruption I hate. Probably nothing. My life will just be that little more difficult because I refuse to be like them. Maybe it's just a case of pig-headed self righteousness or an unwillingness to accept my new culture. Or maybe it is the right thing to do.

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The lychee is a small fruit with a red rough skin incasing a white wet flesh that looks like an eyeball and tastes slightly better. But for the last week I have been donning the yellow rubber gloves, climbing my ladder and picking these little fruit.

IMGP0115It's been fun, tiring, slow, boring, interesting and a host of other interchangeable adjectives.

I've been working with Bec Adams, a girl I knew from years ago in Sydney and Maclean. We have had some great encouraging conversations. Picking is finished now, I won't be disappointed to finish picking lychees but I'm glad I had the experience.

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Well where is Jono at any rate?

For the next 3 months I'm staying on a farm in Eureka. It's great to have a bit of routine and normalcy and to unpack the suitcase for the first time since October.

Now that I'm in Australia for a few months - I'd love to catch up in one form or another.

21 May 009 My phone is: HM. (02) 6688 4323  MOB. 0421 446 853

Address is: 101 Whian Road, Eureka, NSW, 2480

You are welcome to drop by and visit. This is one of the most beautiful parts of Australia.

Or for those a bit further away you can often find me on MSN or Yahoo Messenger. Just use my email address jono@jonomiller.com

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This morning marked the opening of the 42nd parliament of Australia. Incoming Prime Minister, Kevin Rudd, delivered his first speech and first commitment as Prime Minister of Australia.

He said sorry.

He apologised to the Aboriginal people of Australia for the crimes and injustices committed against them in past generations. I was impressed with his speech.

If you did not hear it, I encourage you to click here to read it on the web, and at least please read the story he told of Nanna Nungala Fejo.

Mr Rudd told Nanna Fejo's heartbreaking story but then finished by repeating her wishes. She said that for her the most important thing to be remembered and emphasised over this whole issue - is a mother's love.

A child should have a mother's love and a mother should have the right to love her child.

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