The adventures of Chai – 1st Chapter after intro

Photo on 3-08-2015 at 10.58 pm
Hello, just a quick note about her day today.

She spent most of it at home.  I left the doggie door open so she could go out and do her business.  It has taken a long time for her to use the “door” which at first resisted her efforts to push through it.

Well happily and “unhappily” when I got home, I was relieved to see her outside, but cross that she was barking at the invisible possum that lives in the tree above where she likes to pee.

After such a hard day at home, you can only do one thing in the evening, and that is rest.


Hello out there, dying to meet you all, we are ALL so interesting in one way or another

You should be seen and not heard. 

How many of us have come across that wonderfully controlling statement when we were kids?  How many of us have that voice in the back of our heads, that, even though we are now adults, keeps holding you back?

Who am I? Firstly me, lastly – me.  We are born, we live, we go back from where we came. At some point in our mixed up crazy existence, we lose ourselves, only to then go and find ourselves!

For some of us, it can take years.  It seems I may have been a slow developer in the real world, as my world has been one of insecurities, misguided beliefs and an endless search for the “real” me.

Well, I am here to tell you what I think, it could be something you could enlighten me on, but the endless search for the real “me” is just that, an endless search.

I have tried to remember my own special values as a new born – or as a toddler – no, its still not coming back to me. I can geninuinely recall at the age of 3, sitting on the curb waiting for the milkman to come (yes, milk did get delivered all those years ago). John the milkman would bend down to my level, as I waited patiently at the kerbside and hand me a chocolate milk.Or was it when I was 5 and I was balancing along the top of the gate, when I fell, and landed on my front teeth, with devastating results.

I do remember those things, but I can’t remember what my values were then.  Maybe that was because I was to young to be aware of such things or was it because I had already been programmed to be “seen and not heard”.

Until next time,