Facebooked Facades – how they cost who, what! why & when?

I read, that someone is really upset about what they thought had happened and what actually happened.  Is this a conflict for the person - or is this a conflict for the media to exploit? Well, this is where the circumstantial evidence (or the story unfolded - so to speak) ...


Facebook Facing $138,000 Fine for Holding Deleted User Data


Facebook’s Ireland offices are being audited, as the company is facing a possible €100,000 ($138,000) fine for retaining data deleted by users, The Guardian reports. The…




this is what I think .... In this context, I observe transparency in the approach is working towards meeting & servicing demand and I perceive the honesty in the relationship between the request from the 'user' and the compliance of the 'provider' & I can only interpret the article as a fair articulation representative of the contextual issue/s.
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I notice; between the lines that indicators of the past cannot be hidden & arrive at a cost to retrieve, this retrieval might develop discrepancy around the evolution of services to assist people live a life that meets with the value of their chosen direction; whether that is for the customer or the provider - even if this isn't consciously noticed in the process.

Citizenary collectiveness might be striving to live in alignment as a collective value; but the collective value might not be aware of the human strengths striving to meet them.

                

                
            

                                

                

                    
Homework

                

                

                	
Homework – yea right.  Well, this is quite amusing to me, why? well, that is a ponder down wonderosa lane.  Actually, I am participating in some training that is around the induction process of an organisation I work for.


Having the induction manual is fine, well and great.  But, having an additional Reading Guide? na – I thought that was for later (like, much later!).  Wrong.  It’s for interpretation, reflection and opinionation of my thoughtation as to how what I think the reading is trying to tell me.


Funnily enough, the reading is entitled “relationship between therapeutic homework and clinical outcomes for individuals with severe mental illness”.  Now, don’t get me wrong here – I thought I was going to be brain-numbed over this task related homework activity.


Finding my hope insight, I realised that by my own fascination to determine what it is that something is trying to tell me, I also understand that – this is my homework around how useful a therapeutic alliance can actually be with information! ha ha ha … funny me.  Well, it’s no illusion – just a collusion of misrepresented dis-illusional pre-occupations around – can I do this stuff?  I don’t do homework – do I?


Anyway! here I am , understanding the purpose and the true motivator behind my confidence in action – resilience, resistance and persistence.  It shows me, I guess that even when I don’t want to do something, that I can – and how rude I am reviewing outcomes by producing my own results.  Not just here – but as a shared responsibility within the organisation I work for.


As you might interpret, but not assume – I am no academic; I am an intuit working with how I hear, how I manage & how I live an authentic life!


 


 

                

                
            

                                

                

                    
Welcome to Country

                

                

                	


Today was no ordinary day.  It never is.  To develop discrepancy is about understanding where the motivation is for the journey & how the behaving might get in the way of the learning.  Fancy terminology for saying,   “how do I figure this out”.  Just how much time to I have to translate big words – I am a working Mum,  simple works here.


Today was about acknowledging how my motivation translates into the experiences I have.


I listened to two aboriginal women today who did Welcome to Country.  I learned that the Elder does the Welcome and the other one does the Acknowledgement.  I leant this is because the acknowledger respects the wisdom of the elder.


Everytime I have heard Welcome to Country I have wondered what it might be like if it was done by people who’s people; are the people.  Well, today was the day.


I am pleased that to hear the wisdom of the past through the interpretation of my intuition.  My spiritual pathway is one that is evolving because of the knowingness to connect with that which I accept as a gift – in this lifetime.


And to think, that was once called Schizophrenia!

                

                
            

                                

                

                    
It’s Afterwards … Post!

                

                

                	


I had a conversation yesterday that made me feel anxious to be a part of, I didn’t realize why until I thought about how my initial choice had given pregnant pauses to many other choices I could have been a participant of – if, only I had of noticed!




A choice to be involved is one thing, a choice to negotiate in which that involvement could look like … is another.


I am talking about being involved with the Courier Mail and an interview that came through various links until it panned out as an image being taken with the Minister of Mental Health, Disabilities and Aboriginal Torres Strait Islander partnerships yesterday.


It’s not like I can say, oh, I had a broken leg.  It’s about more than the external stuff; it’s more about the internal stuff that isn’t seen – so how might it be heard?Talking about post-natal depression and how it is to become “why” it was ….. certainly wasn’t about – why did it happen to me?  but more about, it DID happen to me and what did I learn from the experience?




Kind of a weird conundrum when most things can be described because of the old adage – seeing is believing – sort of knocks the poop out of someone because how do you do that when thoughts don’t come dressed as a broken limb? I had a broken head instead.


Well, it starts here.  Having the courage to talk about “how having severe post natal depression” changed me? Well, actually it made me recognize that I was living in denial for a start.  I had this really beefed up confidence that I could manage a baby and manage myself.  Boy, how manic–  I had been living the ideology that all my thoughts would actually support me when the baby arrived.  Little did I realize (at the time) that all those thoughts were infact my mind trying to prepare myself for the future – (what a slap in the face)! … I couldn’t live in the past, preparing for the future whilst trying to appreciate now.


The possible story running in the Sunday Courier Mail 9th October 2011 for Mental Health Week 2011, will link social media and post-natal-depression.  Why? …  because my life was significantly changed when I was diagnosed with PND, no-one really had the time to lend an ear – they had their own lives, their own issues and their own journey – and I had to find the catalyst to explore mine.   So I started sharing conversation online with ICQ, an instant messenger application, (long before Yahoo & Facebook were around).  It was comforting, because people had the time …  and they were in the same space I was in.  An evolving space of trust, fear, ideas and technology.


No tone, no sound, no volume, no intonation, no physical energy to collide with – just text-on-screen.