Another drafting yard

Chasing rainbows to the farm end, the welcomed rainfall greened the countryside further, encouraging more growth. It’s crazy to think that in the past few weeks our rainfall has been measured again in the inches once again, refreshing the landscape and those dependent upon its revival in our area. Growth now awaiting time yet again.

And following the ways of how the world was, it was back on a plane again for another trip. This time, Canberra called. Starting with a night at Parliament House in celebration of the Rural Women’s Award, it startled me at how wonderful it was to come together to celebrate our industry. How great it was that we could share their stories with politicians and industry, putting the politics aside to just reflect and acknowledge others. And lastly how great it was that a young Aboriginal lady was acknowledged as the runner up.

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I also got the opportunity to follow up with my AgriFutures Ignite Panel members, who continued the theme of celebration as we tested ourselves and each other for the next generation of the industry. In awe of the work they do, I left feeling excited for building the next iteration of what I want- what I seek.

In keeping with the theme, it was back on another plane to Melbourne for work. Late nights turned to early mornings as I watched the clock turn in time with the beat of a keyboard and trashy tv. Something about the energy at that time of morning picks things up again, calling you forward to keep going and pressing on. Then a morning breakfast of thoughts to pick the working day back up.

This week I started reading “Aborigines in the Northern Territory Cattle Industry”. As my mind turns to the identity of our People and our inclusion in the wider world, one comment from an old farm manager stuck out to me:

“You can run them through the drafting yard and sort them out”

Somehow, those that forged the industry on taken grounds were still discriminated against for their contribution. Second to the managers who controlled the grounds, Indigenous People were also placed last when fed and housed. Somehow, we continue to thrive, demonstrating the need for our people to be left in charged and acknowledged for the work we can do too. Too often own work is ignored or less favoured over people trying to do similar things.

So today, we are left planting seeds. Hopeful that what we leave behind might be a bit greener and more equal. Just like those that have left us before.

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