Human Contradictions and how we Justify the Paradoxical

The Venus Flytrap, a fascinating emblem of nature’s contradictions, thrives on sunlight and soil nutrients yet engages in what can be seen as an act of ‘violence’ against insects. It’s an apt metaphor for one of humanity’s most enduring paradoxes: the pursuit of peace through the turmoil of war. This plant, seemingly peaceful in its green stillness, ‘chooses’ a path of aggression as a means of survival, reflecting the complex measures often taken in the name of security.

This dichotomy isn’t unique to war. We find it woven throughout human history and behaviour. Consider the medical field, where we inflict pain to heal – surgeries cut to remove disease, and needles break skin to deliver vaccines. We destroy certain cells with radiation and chemotherapy to give the body a chance to rebuild healthier ones. It’s a necessary aggression for a greater good.

In environmental conservation, we sometimes cull one species to save another, deciding which species thrive for the overall health of an ecosystem. It’s a tough decision, reminiscent of the Venus Flytrap’s stark survival strategy.

In our quest for comfortable living, we’ve constructed concrete jungles, often at the expense of the very natural landscapes we retreat to for solace and rejuvenation. We seek connectivity through technology, yet lament the loss of personal interactions, finding ourselves isolated amidst a networked world.

Moreover, in an attempt to uphold law and order, societies establish punitive systems that sometimes fail to rehabilitate or prevent crime, and the debate rages on about the effectiveness of such measures.

These contradictions are a fundamental part of human society, and they raise important questions about our values and the means we use to achieve our ends. Is there a way to align our methods more closely with our objectives, or are these contradictions an intrinsic part of the human condition?

As we reflect on these paradoxes, it becomes clear that the key lies in balance and thoughtful consideration of the long-term consequences of our actions. We strive for peace, health, environmental harmony, and societal well-being, often through means that seemingly contradict these goals. It is perhaps a testament to our complex nature and an indication of the intricate balance we must navigate in our efforts to progress and thrive.

By examining these contradictions openly, we can begin to understand their roots and perhaps find ways to resolve our goals more harmoniously, just as we marvel at the Venus Flytrap and contemplate its role in the delicate balance of nature.

Contradictions are the threads that weave the complex tapestry of human existence. Acknowledging them is the first step towards a deeper understanding and possibly, a more coherent approach to the world we shape and the legacy we leave behind.

#HumanNature #ParadoxesOfLife #Reflections #PeaceThroughWar #EnvironmentalConservation #ModernSociety #ContradictoryBehaviors #PhilosophicalMusings #VenusFlytrapMetaphor

 

🐄🌾🥛Charles Robert Chittick. A Legacy of Dedication and Community Service 🐮🍃🏞️💚

 

Today’s blog post is 3 of 4 in my series on the journey of my family members of the Chittick family who arrived in Australia in 1873

Today’s post shares the story of my grandfather Charles Robert Chittick

Known to everyone as Charlie, my grandfather was the eldest son of Henry Chittick ( see previous post)

This is his story ( See footnote)

In the annals of Australia’s dairy farming history, the name Charles Robert Chittick resonates with a legacy of dedication, community service, and a profound influence on the agricultural sector. Born in 1888 in Jamberoo, Charles was the eldest of Henry and Margaret Chittick’s five children. His life, woven intricately with the fabric of his family’s dairy farming enterprise, Methodist faith and public service, tells a story of commitment and resilience.

Charles’ journey began in the late 1880s at Lemon Grove, Jerrara, the AIS stud farm established by his father, Henry. His early life was immersed in the family business, learning the intricacies of dairy farming and cattle breeding. A pivotal moment came at 16, with the death of his mother and a life-changing letter from his uncle Bob, which shaped many of his ideals.

In 1917, Charles married Winifred Heather Vance, marking the start of a new chapter. The couple took over the reins of the Lemon Grove stud at Jerrara, as Henry and his family moved to Alne Bank in Gerringong. While at Jerrara, Charles and Winifred welcomed their five children: Henry, Lloyd (deceased 1940), Robin, Betty, and Percy. This period was foundational in embedding family values and the importance of community in their upbringing.

In 1950, following the resumption of his Jerrara farm for a town water supply, Charles moved the family to Kiama, where he had purchased the property Strathleven from the Stewart family. In Kiama, while continuing to breed stud cattle, the family also conducted a milk vendoring business, run by his son Percy. Due to urban development, it became necessary to move the stud again, and in 1963, the present Lemon Grove property at Jamberoo was purchased from the Colley family.

Charles devoted a lifetime to producing cattle that would stand among the best of the breed, with stock from this stud used to establish many herds throughout the Commonwealth and overseas. This tradition is still being carried on today at Lemon Grove by his great-grandson.

Lemon Grove Farm today 

Beyond the fields, Charles was a pivotal figure in community and public service. A foundation member of the Illawarra Dairy Shorthorn Society, which later became the A.I.S. Society, he played a significant role in shaping the industry. His involvement with the Kiama Show Society and the Jamberoo Junior Farmers Movement reflected his dedication to agricultural development and youth mentorship.

Elected an Alderman of the Jamberoo Municipal Council in 1931, Charles served the community until 1955, including three terms as mayor. His leadership and vision contributed significantly to community development and wellbeing.

His spiritual life was equally rich. Starting at 12, Charles dedicated himself to the Methodist Church, serving as a trustee, secretary, treasurer, and steward for decades. His faith and commitment to the church were cornerstones of his character, influencing his approach to life and community service.

Charles’ death in 1965 marked the end of an era for the Chittick family. His life’s work in dairy farming, community service, and spiritual commitment left an indelible mark on the regions of Jamberoo and Kiama. His wife, Winifred, passed away in 1976, aged 82, closing a chapter of a couple deeply embedded in their community.

The legacy of Charles Robert Chittick is a testament to the impact one individual can have on their community and industry. His life story, rooted in agricultural excellence, civic responsibility, and spiritual devotion, continues to inspire those in Jamberoo, Kiama, and beyond. As one walks through the fields of Lemon Grove or reflects on the history of the local councils and churches, the enduring influence of Charles Robert Chittick remains a beacon of commitment and service.

Footnote: The source of my blogs and photos is from “The Chittick Family History”, as chronicled by Mr. J.H. Chittick and Ms. Betty Chittick. It can be found in the National Library of Australia, and it is an enduring testament to a family’s journey through hardship to prosperity. I have done my best to blog it in a similar language to how it was documented in this book.

#ChittickFamilyLegacy #CourageousJourney #IrishHeritage #AustralianSettlers #HistoricVoyage #FamilyResilience #AncestralPride #FaithAndPerseverance #PioneerSpirit #CommunityBuilders #HeritageAndLegacy #GenerationsStrong

Agriculture advocacy – one face palming moment after another

I took some-one to lunch today to say thank you for the all the pro bono work they had done for me and our organisation.

I selected the restaurant because it knew it featured the produce of one of our supporting partners. A partner I am very proud to be aligned with. The menu featured a number of branded produce yet not once did the restaurant team members tell me and my dining partner why this produce was on the menu. The big question is why?

Far too many young Australians have no idea what “normal” looks like

I grew up in a family where domestic violence  was an everyday occurrence

Both my mother and my father shared joint responsibility for the nightmare they invited their children into

My father left us without telling a responsible adult when I think I was 8 years old

I was the eldest. My mother had a chronic depressive disorder and on both sides of the family  everyone just did what they always did – pretend everything is normal

This means that 8 year old’s have to make big decisions when their mothers don’t wake up and daddy decides his family isn’t his responsibility any more.

Its time we all  stood up

Her husband married a farmer

 

 

This image resonated with people across the world on International Rural Women’s Day. On my socials alone it had over 1000 interactions

If you have LinkedIn account the comments in this feed are fascinating

Keri Jacobs post stopped me in my tracks. She could have been writing about my family.

Below is a cut and paste of what Keri wrote

Pioneer’s ad hits a nerve.  A deep one.  A bittersweet one.  I hope my experience about who can be a farmer will help someone else. I am a farm kid.  A farmer’s daughter.  One of three.  My grandpa and grandma were farmers, my great-grandparents were farmers.  It’s a history and upbringing I am proud of.  For most of my childhood, I imagined I would one day be a farmer’s wife. I would follow my mom’s, grandmas’, aunts’ footsteps and be the behind-the-scenes support: the meal-maker, the bookkeeper, the late-night-field-runs taker, the do-everything-else-that-must-get-done-when-he-is-farming person.

Hey, wait.  Maybe I could farm?  It took a lot of years for me to figure out that I wanted at least some of my time on this earth to be spent intricately tied to the land–our family’s land–and farming like my dad and grandpa were.  It’s in my blood. 

But the decisions had been made, even before I was born.  There was nothing that anyone could do about it, not really even by the one who COULD have changed it.  I will never forget the time I challenged this.  There was one person with the ability to make or break my desire to be one of our family’s farmers.  I asked if I could one day own some of the family’s land, when it was time to pass it along.  I did not expect equal ownership with my male cousins, just a small piece of the land that I grew up on, played on, rode with Dad in the tractor on, walked bean fields on, and where we buried our family pets.  The same land that raised my Dad and grandpa.  Something to own and farm and carry on.  But it was not possible.

Why?  Because somewhere along the way, maybe even before my grandparent’s had a say, farming became about a family name.  A legacy rooted in our surname, and therefore in gender.  It broke my heart when I was told that if I wanted to farm and own land, I should marry a farmer.  I was handed a plat book so I could see who owned land in the area. I was told I would have to marry into land.

As a woman who might take another man’s name in marriage, I was a threat to the family’s legacy. I was a threat to what my grandparents and their parents built.  Because of my gender.

I hope this is changing.  I think it is. I see examples of how it is.  And I love this ad for pointing out a really big problem…and a really amazing change and opportunity.  Our collective notion and nostalgia about a way of life historically tied more to gender than to things that really matter, like desire, ability, and values is changing. 

We cannot take land with us when we die.  Who can say for sure, but we also probably cannot enjoy it after we die.  If you are a farmer wondering who will continue YOUR legacy of caring for the land, caring for animals, caring for the environment, producing the foods we eat, I hope you will evaluate your successor on the things that made YOU a great farmer.  My grandpa was a great farmer.  That fact had nothing to do with his gender or last name.

Thank you Keri beautifully expressed and this from Peyton Merriam

We move the peg as a society when we embrace diversity and inclusion as an industry, not just individually. Let’s keep challenging the status quo! 

#diversity #inclusion #WomenInAg #farmHer

Friday nights can be tough

Friday nights can be tough. They are that time of the week where you reflect on the conversations you have had and the important work you have got done and you decide if you are moving forward or going round in circles.

I can definitely see forward movement from young people in agriculture through the extraordinary applications we are receiving for our Young Farming Champions program

There is also significant international interest in replicating the Action for Agriculture programs overseas and I am working with some very exciting people to create a template of what that could look like

BUT my major frustration remains and that is.

We have a leadership system in agriculture that invites people with big ideas to stand in the arena by themselves until they can beg or borrow enough money to pilot their big idea. Success requires you to attract other volunteers who also have day jobs, who toil and toil and toil pouring their hearts and souls into your big idea ( and adding their ideas) until they are as burnt out as you.

I have been looking for a model that invites people to identify an arena they want to be part of. An arena that cultivates a culture where everyone is working together towards a common goal and everyone can actively see every Friday night that their collaboration is having IMPACT.

Two models I am witnessing that are potentially achieving this are Farmers for Climate Action and the Voices for Movement both of which have attracted significant philanthropic funding

There is hope on the horizon for a new model through conversations I have been having with other people running leadership programs. These bright minds might just have come up with a model that will deliver significant rewards for the personal well being of the people in the arena and the agriculture sector.

The next step in this process happens on Monday. Fingers crossed my journal reflections next Friday are less focused on our abhorrent political system and more focused on grass roots empowerment

How much strength does it take to be a disruptor

Sometimes you just have to step up and say it like it is

Tonight I will watch the young people I work with step up organically and  deliver one of the highlights of my career realisation aspirations

In 2012 I won the inaugural Bob Hawke Landcare Award

I remember the event

I remember the morning after

The first call was from the CEO of a dairy co-operative who told me they were going to sue me for information I had provided to Senate Estimates on Milk Price

The second call was from me to Australia’s second largest agricultural research and development cooperation who had decided the organisation who was building their cohort of  confident communicators and trusted voices was at the bottom of the list of organisation they paid and it was perfectly acceptable that my family business would carry their debt.

Its tough out there.

My tips when you eventually find the people who genuinely want the best outcomes for the greater good.

Embrace them.

Work with them

Do something amazing together

I am finally in that space and I am sooooo grateful

 

 

 

 

How do we help everyone to soar like an eagle

We have all heard a eulogy that includes “He/She didn’t suffer fools gladly”

When I hear it I cringe – I know some-one will say that in my eulogy and I face palm ( after washing my hands for 20 seconds)

How do you change years and years of habits that include eye rolling, heavy breathing and saying what you think before you think about what you said.

Its a given

” In the course of your life you will be continually encountering fools. There are simply too many to avoid. We can classify people as fools by the following rubric: when it comes to practical life, what should matter is getting long-term results, and getting the work done in as efficient and creative a manner as possible.”

Fools carry with them a different scale of values:

  • They place more importance on short-term matters-grabbing immediate money, getting attention from the public or media, and looking good.
  • They are ruled by their ego and insecurities.
  • They tend to enjoy drama and political intrigue for their own sake.
  • When they criticize, they always emphasize matters that are irrelevant to the overall picture or argument.
  • They are more interested in their career and position than in the truth.
  • You can distinguish them by how little they get done, or by how hard they make it for others to get results.
  • They lack a certain common sense, getting worked up about things that are not really important while ignoring problems that will spell doom in the long-term. Source 

The natural tendency with fools is to lower yourself to their level. They annoy you, get under your skin, and draw you into a battle. In the process, you feel petty and confused. You lose a sense of what is really important. You can’t win an argument or get them to see your side or change their behavior, because rationality and results don’t matter to them. You simply waste valuable time and emotional energy.

So how do you learn to be strategic? I am learning to be more strategic in the language I use by surrounding myself with people who think and talk strategically and when I meet them I introduce them to the young people I work with.

Meet Charlie Arnot who conducted a two hour workshop for the young people I work with yesterday. Charlie is the ultimate strategic thinker. In this short extract from the workshop he discusses traditional issues management in agriculture  and how we can move from being the “Party of No” to the “Party of Solutions”

Charlie finished his workshop by giving the young people I work with an Optimising Sustainability Framework model to help them work with people in agriculture to create an culture of accepting change and being willing to listen to, and hear the message.

In dealing with fools you must adopt the following philosophy: they are simply a part of life, like rocks or furniture.

All of us have foolish sides, moments in which we lose our heads and think more of our ego or short-term goals. It is human nature. Seeing this foolishness within you, you can then accept it in others. This will allow you to smile at their antics, to tolerate their presence as you would a silly child, and to avoid the madness of trying to change them. It is all part of the human comedy.

Imposter syndrome- a F..ckg waste of a life

Imposter syndrome

In 2005 I was awarded the inaugural Kiama Electorate Woman of the Year and I was completely overwhelmed by Imposter Syndrome for good reason.

There were a lot of women in my community who had achieved more than me.

So what did I do?

I could have spent my life feeling unworthy or I could embrace I was in the right place at the right time and show the world I was worthy

Trust me there was no shortage of people in my inner family circle who felt the need to express that they felt I was unworthy

When your family dont feel the need to help lift you up,  you seriously start to doubt yourself.

Trust me – that’s the time to decide if you are in the right family.  DNA isn’t everything.

Girlfriend when somebody says you are unworthy. Work your butt off to show their faith in you is warranted

Stand tall

Be Proud

We are all worthy

amd we dont need the silver cup to prove it.

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