The Health Industry is screaming for more skilled staff, but they are cutting hours and leaving in droves. Why? It’s really quite simple-Burnout. … More Pressure, fatigue and burnout in the caring sector.
As I was pounding the pavement, I found myself watching the people on the esplanade. Little kids kicking balls with their folks, people walking their dogs, and others simply lying on the grass taking in the serenity. A little mirror in my head brought attention to the fact that for a second or two, I was wishing I was one of them. … More THE PHYSICAL BATTLE OF TRAINING- THROUGH MY EYES
‘I want to overcome the urge to fall back into my yesterday, and repaint the same old picture on the same old canvas. I want to fill the empty spaces in my future with fresh colours and new appreciations for what I am capable of as a 44 year old woman, who is no longer able to lean on the crutch of youth to get through life.’ … More Training for a Half Ironman-Give Up or Get Real
Training for an event however, seems to add a bit of the old “I have to train” rather than “ok, I feel like I want to train” element that I don’t like. So I have made a decision … More Training for a 70.3 Ironman event-It’s not how I thought it would be.
ME AND MY DOG. For as long as I can remember, you’ve been my best friend. You’re the only one that I always like. When I’m angry or sad, you appear from nowhere, plonking yourself next to me with a sigh. You talk to me, telling me where your secret hiding places are, and where … More Me and My Dog
Melissa Deakin-Flickr Back to school photos are interesting. Personally, I love viewing photos of my friends children. Their cheeky expressions, their toothless grins, braces, no braces, the refusal to stand still for literally a few seconds, the refusal to smile the older they get, it’s all priceless stuff. We as parents, are … More Back To School Photos-Ouch!
Graceful By day, this tree is just a tree. When night fills the sky though, it’s arms stretch out like a tree doing Pilates in the grandest of fashions and they reach into the blue for as far and as long as they can possibly go. Passers by turn their heads and stare, as if waiting … More You see it this way, I see it that way.
Why have I not been writing? Good question. I have been wondering that myself for some time, and I’ve come up with nothing solid. No simple lightbulb moment that’s hit me in the head and said “oh that’s why”. Writing is like breathing to me. Essentially, mandatory stuff to keep me alive and well. However, for some reason, … More Unseen and Unheard
This photo was taken in a small park in the centre of Cairns, Australia. Recently redeveloped, it now houses a spectacular outdoor amphitheatre, home to many concerts and theatrical productions. Whenever I lay eyes on this space, I am instantly drawn to the lighting. This wonderland of spooky trees and fairy lights has me searching … More Ambience
WINNING THE BATTLE ~Nicole Martin I am sitting here in silence and darkness and strangely I am still alert. It’s very rare that this happens at this time of night without me instantly fighting sleep-life is never predictable. It’s like the hammer has ceased banging my head into the ground, and I am able to … More Winning the battle
My heart smiled for a second, one hundred and fifty percent subconsciously, but I caught the thought mid-flight and realised-He was being him, and I was being me, how blissfully normal. … More The Love Of A Fisherman
I compiled this slideshow from my recent trip to Behana Gorge outside of Gordonvale. My strongest recollection is of the temperature of the water, something out of character for the waters to be this cold, this far north. It took me almost 20 minutes to get in, but when I did, it was invigorating. Why I … More Behana Gorge-Tropical North Queensland
The sounds, everywhere and nowhere, were what really relaxed me. A combination of deathly silence, and then the beautiful musicality in the trees above. Birds sang and flipped and flapped around doing their thing, completely oblivious to the fact Donald Trump is all over the news-what a pleasure-I soaked up all that surrounded me, like it was medicine…yet a photograph does not tell this story, now does it? … More The Challenge of Storytelling
Faces ‘I love its vulnerability, it’s impossibly human position. I love how it reaches out, willingly or not, sucks the breath out of your lungs and pulls you in…’ They carry on their surface, the angles, shapes and colours that collectively unify to create an outward appearance; yet the story The unique, impossibly raw and … More The so-called imperfections you see in your face are some of your most alluring features-because they are you.
‘It hit me in spectacular fashion, that sometimes, I don’t have all the answers, and sometimes, I can’t fix it.’ Source: To My Boy
As the mountain darkens with the dimming light of day the skeletons of the past emerge from behind the trees that cover it’s surface as black as night it hides yet it’s eyes are wide op… Source: Opposites
Have you ever walked past the same person a thousand times and never noticed them, until one day, you do…? Source: I am John
Wordpress Photo Challenge-Morning … More Morning
There is nothing in this world that hasn’t been done, or thought of, or attempted…until it is presented through your eyes… Nobody else, can ever do that. … More Through your eyes…
One Family … More Paws
The Triathlon I did on the weekend… Every step of the run felt like sandpaper slowly scraping the skin off my toes. I thought seriously about stopping, taking my shoes off and wiping away the grains that were responsible, but wasn’t keen on losing time, and then there was the risk of losing all … More Triathlon
What I learned about what’s ‘Normal’ and what’s not… 🍁🍁🍁🍁🍁🍁🍁🍁🍁🍁🍁🍁🍁🍁🍁🍁🍁🍁 I was thinking to myself the other day-Now this could’ve been a couple of days ago, or it quite possibly could’ve been a couple of years ago…’the other day’…usually refers to a day in the ‘recent past’, but to me, it’s just 〰some other day … More What I learned about what’s ‘Normal’, and what’s not…
She writes, yet her writing does not appeal to her year 12 English teacher. “English is not your subject” …and so, she follows the path of Science “because you’re better at that” and yet, 20 years later, when she no longer listens, she writes anyway. Because that is what is inside of her because she … More Don’t tell me I can’t
The power has gone out a pen and paper is all I have. My phone is dead, so that’s out. I am hungry, yet the toaster doesn’t work-no power I feel like a coffee, yet the kettle has no charge. So I kick start the gas-to boil some water …for coffee But the ignitor is … More A pen and paper is all I have…
FACEBOOK OR NOT? It’s a question that’s crossed my mind on several occasions over the years, and even more so recently. Many of my friends have let go of the Facebook fad, in favour of either a social media free lifestyle, or the more refined versions such as Instagram, which tend to contain less ‘shared’ … More Facebook or not?
As the mountain darkens with the dimming light of day the skeletons of the past emerge from behind the trees that cover it’s surface as black as night it hides yet it’s eyes are wide open. The fluffy crimson sky that floats freely above it’s apex however, provides comfort inside fiercely beating hearts by lifting … More Opposites
WHY I DON’T WRITE ANYMORE-The rise and fall of the flame -Nicole Martin It’s been a very long time since I’ve put pen to paper-or to be truthful, keys to iPad screen. I used to love to tell a story. I still do, I guess…yet I’ve discovered over the years, that if the words are … More Why I Don’t Write Anymore
Paradise Palms Golf Course, Cairns This little guy has no idea why I am photographing him. “What are you doing lady?” Don’t worry little guy, I’m simply admiring you.
Living creatively is to burn the demons that plague us … More Creativity-The Pathway to Peace
It’s about being proud of ourselves for not allowing the best of us to be over. … More You Can
“She felt she was nothing more than a consumer, nothing more than the sum of her daily obligations and duties”-Elizabeth Gilbert … More The Best Of You
If I could whisper in it’s ear, I’d let the sky know how beautiful it was.
…but as much as I long for it’s extended presence, I know it has to go. … More Under a Cairns Sky
BEDTIME STORIES Honestly, I know I’m tired when I jump into bed at night, teeth brushed, earrings out, pyjamas on, mouth guard in, perfume applied…pardon? Perfume applied? Did I imagine I was on my way to work? Did I imagine I was going out on the town? Did I think anything at all? -I think … More Bedtime Stories
If you haven’t found your passion yet, don’t give up hope. Our interests and perception of contentment and self satisfaction change throughout life..it is never too late. … More Beyond 40-Honestly, the best is yet to come.
Inspired by the WordPress Daily Prompt Survival- My words are caught in a net, this month. The net of life-and it’s stifling my ability to create. I love to write, the urge to splash stories and thoughts onto the blank screen remains annoyingly-this is how I would describe it-in tact. Why … More My Words are Lost
Inspired by the Weekly Photo Challenge- Earth We view the sea everyday, and don’t think twice-but when the tide is out, there uncovers a vast ecosystem, invisible, when hidden by water. Photo by Nicole Martin
I’m a little bent… But then aren’t we all?
The magic of a photograph…look harder and you will see… … More The Magic Of Imagery
Entwined amongst the piles that support the sea-side jetty, a lonely plant survives, despite the odds against it. … More You will survive, it’s your destiny
The Beauty of Nature-Right outside my kitchen window … More Cradling Nature In My Hands
What could be any more revolting than greeting a King Size Cockroach in the Kitchen….you just can’t kill those things….did he survive? … More Attempted murder, a toaster and six ugly legs
We must remember as health professionals, to respect the rights of a patient to die with dignity. … More When our rights are forgotten, and our choices are stolen away
Have you ever walked past the same person a thousand times and never noticed them, until one day, you do…? … More I am John
Beautiful Simplicity ‘The overwhelming ‘large’ when shrunk down to the simple ‘small’ is sometimes all it takes to transform the grey, back to the blue. ~Nicole Martin
Your arms 🍁 You are here with me, and yet you are not you are somewhere else- and I am here and I am lost You know, If I could, I would run to you and fall fall rapidly out of myself-and into you for a moment and you would throw your arms around … More Your arms
Sometimes I wonder why it takes me so long to realise when I’m on a good thing. I have a terrible habit of moving from one thing to the next, constantly exploring new options, only to revert back after a period of restlessness and uncertainty to what worked best for me. Perhaps it’s a result … More Back to the beginning again