Today I did something I said I would never do again. (One day I will stop saying 'never'). I took Thomas to exercise class again this morning. The last time I took him, he barked and whined and disrupted the class. But today, probably three months after that first episode, I took him again.
He was an angel. He chewed his bone and licked all the peanut butter off the kong and then dozed. I was so proud of him.
I was also proud of myself for having the courage to try again. The leader of our group said, "Everyone deserves another chance." She was right.
I learnt today to never write someone off, not people and not dogs. Sometimes they just need a bit more time to mature. Sometimes they just need some encouragement and someone to trust them.
Leopards can't change their spots but we humans are not leopards and we can change.
I know that I have changed and I'm glad I did. I am not the same person now that I was when I was thirty. I've heard people say "He is not the same man that I married," as if that is grounds for divorce. But no one stays the same. We are all changing day by day, slowly but surely. We only have to look at photos to see how much we have changed over the years. We do not only change on the outside but we change on the inside as well.
I would like to think that we all change for the better, but sadly that is not the case. When I was a lot younger than I am now, I used to think that wisdom and grace and love became more evident in our lives as we grew older. I was wrong. I met a critical, sour old man who just became more critical and sour as the years progressed. How sad.
So I conclude that how we change is up to the choices we make in life. The choices we make today influence our lives in the future. If we choose to forgive, to love, to live a peaceful non judgemental lifestyle, it may not all happen at once, but we need to try, try again until these things we choose for ourselves become habit patterns of our lifestyle.
I keep working on my attitude and I keep working and hoping for the best with Thomas. As much as I am teaching him, he is teaching me.
Wednesday, 29 January 2014
Tuesday, 28 January 2014
Depending on the Tide
I was sitting with a friend on the ferry today as it glided effortlessly along on the Brisbane River. We were discussing the fact that sometimes people are loaded on and off through the bow entrance and sometimes through the stern.
The young ticket officer overheard our conversation and explained the reason why.
"It all depends on the tide," she said.
Looking at the river one can hardly see the tide and yet we can feel it's effects. Tides can be very powerful and cause people to drown, boats to be grounded and sand to be washed off beaches, causing houses built on beach sand to collapse.
Knowing what the tide is doing is essential for safety. It is also knowable. There are charts to guide us and warn us of danger. Ferry Captains, Surf Lifesavers, Coast guards and anyone who sails rivers and oceans would be wise to consult these charts and then take the necessary action. It is foolishness and could even be disastrous to ignore these guidelines and safety measures.
All this information got me thinking about other guidelines and instructions that are all around us for our own safety. For example 'Stay behind the yellow barrier lines' on railway stations. 'Wrong way' signs on highways to stop us from entering a highway from the wrong direction. Road rules in general are made to protect us from harming ourselves or others.
Pilots have to be aware of the strength and direction of the wind. Another thing we cannot see, but we can feel it's effect.
There are also common sense rules that we learnt from parents and teachers. 'Look left, look right and look left again, before crossing a road.' (This is the other way around in right hand drive countries.) 'Walk, don't run through the corridors at school. You may hurt yourself and others if you don't obey.'
'Do to others what you want them to do to you,' I heard a mother once say to her son as she pulled him off the play ground.
Which leads me to the best guide book which I love to read. Yes, you guessed it, the Bible. There I read that there are powerful unseen forces that are constantly trying to confuse us, hurt us and fill us with doubt and fear. But I also read that God is more powerful than the evil forces. He loves us unconditionally and forgives us when we confess and acknowledge our sin to Him. He also forgets our sin completely. Yes, our God is a God who forgets.
We need to be aware and on our guard but we need not fear if we follow the guidelines we have been given.
The young ticket officer overheard our conversation and explained the reason why.
"It all depends on the tide," she said.
Looking at the river one can hardly see the tide and yet we can feel it's effects. Tides can be very powerful and cause people to drown, boats to be grounded and sand to be washed off beaches, causing houses built on beach sand to collapse.
Knowing what the tide is doing is essential for safety. It is also knowable. There are charts to guide us and warn us of danger. Ferry Captains, Surf Lifesavers, Coast guards and anyone who sails rivers and oceans would be wise to consult these charts and then take the necessary action. It is foolishness and could even be disastrous to ignore these guidelines and safety measures.
All this information got me thinking about other guidelines and instructions that are all around us for our own safety. For example 'Stay behind the yellow barrier lines' on railway stations. 'Wrong way' signs on highways to stop us from entering a highway from the wrong direction. Road rules in general are made to protect us from harming ourselves or others.
Pilots have to be aware of the strength and direction of the wind. Another thing we cannot see, but we can feel it's effect.
There are also common sense rules that we learnt from parents and teachers. 'Look left, look right and look left again, before crossing a road.' (This is the other way around in right hand drive countries.) 'Walk, don't run through the corridors at school. You may hurt yourself and others if you don't obey.'
'Do to others what you want them to do to you,' I heard a mother once say to her son as she pulled him off the play ground.
Which leads me to the best guide book which I love to read. Yes, you guessed it, the Bible. There I read that there are powerful unseen forces that are constantly trying to confuse us, hurt us and fill us with doubt and fear. But I also read that God is more powerful than the evil forces. He loves us unconditionally and forgives us when we confess and acknowledge our sin to Him. He also forgets our sin completely. Yes, our God is a God who forgets.
We need to be aware and on our guard but we need not fear if we follow the guidelines we have been given.
Sunday, 26 January 2014
Routine
Is routine a good thing or a bad thing? It is probably both. We all have a routine of some kind or another. Some routines are in cycles. Monday to Friday in bed by ten and up at six. Ablutions and breakfast, maybe some exercise, and off to work or school. The weekends take on their own routine. Stay up late and wake up late. Maybe skip ablutions but never skip breakfast. Slow morning reading papers and watching television. Some people turn breakfast into brunch.
Sundays have their own routine. For many it's a time to shop, to go to the beach or once again just relax at home catching up with friends or family. For us it's off to Church after a walk and breakfast.
Routines change as family commitments change. Babies and small children thrive on routine. It makes them feel secure. When we were raising our children they knew they had to be home by five in the afternoon. The evening routine started then. It was dinner, bath, playtime, reading time and bedtime. There were hardly any tantrums because they knew this was what was expected.
For some obscure and weird reason that I'm yet to fathom out, we are still at home by five o'clock and start the evening routine of feeding dogs, cooking dinner and watching television even though our boys left home twenty years ago.
Children are not the only ones who thrive on routine, dogs do too. Our guide dog puppies in training love the stimulation of new places and people. But they do their best work in familiar places and they always know when it is meal time. Keeping to a routine helps us to know when they need toilet breaks. So routine when puppy training is essential.
But too much routine becomes dull and boring and that's why I said routine can be a bad thing. We all need some variety in our lives. It's good to go on a picnic or take a train ride into the City just for fun. Explore a part of world that you have never been to before. I love to pretend I am a tourist in my own town and take a ride on the hop on hop off bus.
Sometimes we don't want to break out of our routine because of fear. What if I hate the food at the new restaurant? Isn't it better to go back to the restaurant I always eat at where I know the food is good? That is boring! If the food is not good, don't go back.
I know people who go to the same place every year for their holiday. They love it. They meet the same people they met last year and the year before. I would not like that at all. I guess we are all different. I once heard someone say that we are all either settlers or pioneers We need both types of people. If everyone was an adventurous pioneer, we would all be forever on the move and there would be no settled stability.
There is a time for routine and a time to break away from routine and have some fun.
Sundays have their own routine. For many it's a time to shop, to go to the beach or once again just relax at home catching up with friends or family. For us it's off to Church after a walk and breakfast.
Routines change as family commitments change. Babies and small children thrive on routine. It makes them feel secure. When we were raising our children they knew they had to be home by five in the afternoon. The evening routine started then. It was dinner, bath, playtime, reading time and bedtime. There were hardly any tantrums because they knew this was what was expected.
For some obscure and weird reason that I'm yet to fathom out, we are still at home by five o'clock and start the evening routine of feeding dogs, cooking dinner and watching television even though our boys left home twenty years ago.
Children are not the only ones who thrive on routine, dogs do too. Our guide dog puppies in training love the stimulation of new places and people. But they do their best work in familiar places and they always know when it is meal time. Keeping to a routine helps us to know when they need toilet breaks. So routine when puppy training is essential.
But too much routine becomes dull and boring and that's why I said routine can be a bad thing. We all need some variety in our lives. It's good to go on a picnic or take a train ride into the City just for fun. Explore a part of world that you have never been to before. I love to pretend I am a tourist in my own town and take a ride on the hop on hop off bus.
Sometimes we don't want to break out of our routine because of fear. What if I hate the food at the new restaurant? Isn't it better to go back to the restaurant I always eat at where I know the food is good? That is boring! If the food is not good, don't go back.
I know people who go to the same place every year for their holiday. They love it. They meet the same people they met last year and the year before. I would not like that at all. I guess we are all different. I once heard someone say that we are all either settlers or pioneers We need both types of people. If everyone was an adventurous pioneer, we would all be forever on the move and there would be no settled stability.
There is a time for routine and a time to break away from routine and have some fun.
Saturday, 25 January 2014
Australia Day
Sunday 26th January. Australia Day. So what does Australia Day mean to me? My overriding emotion is one of gratitude. Living here in Australia for the last twenty eight years has been a blessed experience. God promised us that He would be with us when we emigrated all those years ago.
We sold our home, caravan and boat. Many of our possessions we gave away and a few sentimental things as well as things we thought we would need we took with us when we left.
We left our eldest son Kenneth behind. We also left a very good Church, where we had learned so much and we also left extended family and very precious friends.
Although it was very painful to leave Kenneth behind we knew emigrating was what we needed to do. Kenneth was nearly eighteen and he felt that he needed to stay in South Africa. He had to find his own way in life and things turned out just fine for him. God was with him as well as with us.
So here we are living the dream. Spiritually,emotionally, financially blessed. We have lived a full life here. We have lived in many different towns. We have attended many different Churches. We have both had different experiences in the workforce. We've made friends, learned many lessons and grown as people.
We have enjoyed travelling in Australia as well as overseas. What a wonderful world we live in. We only have to walk across the road to be surrounded by huge trees with native birds and a creek rambling through the natural bushland.
It is quite overwhelming as I think about our many blessings. Our children and our children's children are all healthy and growing in God's abundant grace. Why is our family so blessed? I have no idea. My heart goes out to others who are struggling with ill health and struggling financially. It makes me sad and it makes me feel somewhat guilty.
Only God knows the reasons for these things. Enough to say that I am grateful to Him and give Him all the glory and honour.
A blank page
So I have taken up the challenge to blog every day. Sometimes I have nothing to say. I sit in front of this blank page and stare at it. Maybe if I wrote this blog later in the day I might have more to write about.
What have I achieved today? Well, once again I walked my dog Thomas to three quarters of an hour. And by the way he is improving on his walks. He focuses on me instead of the dog he would rather focus on. Then I walked for another three quarters of an hour with Gayle. I enjoyed it all immensely and even in the heat of Summer. I feel better for the exercise.
Then after breakfast we took little Jesse and Thomas to Bunnings. Jesse enjoyed the walk and was not at all fazed by the strong smells coming from the fertilizers. Thomas, on the other hand, was crazy. I had to use my gruff voice and a lot of collar correction to get him to focus on me instead of the scents that were invading his nostrils.
While we were at Bunnings we made a decision about a new barbeque. I can't wait. I plan to have barbeque something every night!
We needed a coffee after all that decision making. The dogs are very relaxed in the Coffee Club. I would not be surprised if they use a photo of us with our dogs to advertise the relaxing atmosphere at the Coffee Club. We go there so often. We found another Coffee Club in the City last Friday. Now we know where four are. Here where we live there are three to choose from. Sometimes we go to our local coffee shop as well.
Our shopping was not over at this point. I remembered seeing sheets sets on sale at Spotlight. We need new ones for our guest room. Thomas and I did the walk, which was good for Thomas and me of course and found that they still had the sheets on sale. I bought a lovely soft shade of green. It was time to head home.
The dogs are asleep at my feet. Howard and I are both working on our computers. The air conditioner is on and I no longer have a blank page in front of me. I do, however, have a blank afternoon ahead of me. Will it more writing, or maybe practicing my instruments or more dog training
What have I achieved today? Well, once again I walked my dog Thomas to three quarters of an hour. And by the way he is improving on his walks. He focuses on me instead of the dog he would rather focus on. Then I walked for another three quarters of an hour with Gayle. I enjoyed it all immensely and even in the heat of Summer. I feel better for the exercise.
Then after breakfast we took little Jesse and Thomas to Bunnings. Jesse enjoyed the walk and was not at all fazed by the strong smells coming from the fertilizers. Thomas, on the other hand, was crazy. I had to use my gruff voice and a lot of collar correction to get him to focus on me instead of the scents that were invading his nostrils.
While we were at Bunnings we made a decision about a new barbeque. I can't wait. I plan to have barbeque something every night!
We needed a coffee after all that decision making. The dogs are very relaxed in the Coffee Club. I would not be surprised if they use a photo of us with our dogs to advertise the relaxing atmosphere at the Coffee Club. We go there so often. We found another Coffee Club in the City last Friday. Now we know where four are. Here where we live there are three to choose from. Sometimes we go to our local coffee shop as well.
Our shopping was not over at this point. I remembered seeing sheets sets on sale at Spotlight. We need new ones for our guest room. Thomas and I did the walk, which was good for Thomas and me of course and found that they still had the sheets on sale. I bought a lovely soft shade of green. It was time to head home.
The dogs are asleep at my feet. Howard and I are both working on our computers. The air conditioner is on and I no longer have a blank page in front of me. I do, however, have a blank afternoon ahead of me. Will it more writing, or maybe practicing my instruments or more dog training
Darkness
The family room was dark even though the sun was up. We hang dark curtains over the normal curtains when we have a small puppy. Hopefully it fools them into sleeping a little longer and not waking at the crack of dawn.
I can hardly reach to take them down and as Howard is away for two days, I was tempted to leave them up. But I just could not live in a darkened room. So I stood on tip toes to take them down and let the sun shine in.
I thought about my friend who is blind. He tells me he often washes the dishes at 1am. He does not put the light on. It would be a waste of time and anyway it would wake the family.
I also thought about my friends who walk in spiritual darkness. How do they cope with every day living? I have loved God and believed in heaven and hell since I was a child and it's hard for me to imagine what life is like without that faith in God.
The biggest challenge in life is forgiveness. To love people, especially nice people who agree with us is relatively easy. We can even manage to love unlovely people. But what is our reaction to people who hurt us? It does not seem natural to forgive people who disappoint us, or are unkind to us. The natural response is to retaliate.
It's natural, and normal and a human way to respond but that is why we need God. Unforgiveness, hatred and revenge are all destructive ways. The problem is it does not only hurt even destroy the other person but it also hurts the person who refuses to forgive. We need the supernatural ability that only God can give us to truly forgive and feel the freedom that forgiveness brings.
I am told that people with mental illnesses can often find relief and healing through forgiveness. Hatred and bitterness is like a cancer to our spirits. Sometimes the person needing our forgiveness is ourselves. It is possible to hate ourselves. If we don't love ourselves in a healthy way, we will find it difficult to love others.
It all starts with forgiveness. Receiving forgiveness from God for all the wrong things we have done and also forgiveness for the good and kind things that we were meant to do that we did not do.
We also need to forgive people who have wronged us.
Forgiveness brings freedom and healing not only for us but for those around us.
I can hardly reach to take them down and as Howard is away for two days, I was tempted to leave them up. But I just could not live in a darkened room. So I stood on tip toes to take them down and let the sun shine in.
I thought about my friend who is blind. He tells me he often washes the dishes at 1am. He does not put the light on. It would be a waste of time and anyway it would wake the family.
I also thought about my friends who walk in spiritual darkness. How do they cope with every day living? I have loved God and believed in heaven and hell since I was a child and it's hard for me to imagine what life is like without that faith in God.
The biggest challenge in life is forgiveness. To love people, especially nice people who agree with us is relatively easy. We can even manage to love unlovely people. But what is our reaction to people who hurt us? It does not seem natural to forgive people who disappoint us, or are unkind to us. The natural response is to retaliate.
It's natural, and normal and a human way to respond but that is why we need God. Unforgiveness, hatred and revenge are all destructive ways. The problem is it does not only hurt even destroy the other person but it also hurts the person who refuses to forgive. We need the supernatural ability that only God can give us to truly forgive and feel the freedom that forgiveness brings.
I am told that people with mental illnesses can often find relief and healing through forgiveness. Hatred and bitterness is like a cancer to our spirits. Sometimes the person needing our forgiveness is ourselves. It is possible to hate ourselves. If we don't love ourselves in a healthy way, we will find it difficult to love others.
It all starts with forgiveness. Receiving forgiveness from God for all the wrong things we have done and also forgiveness for the good and kind things that we were meant to do that we did not do.
We also need to forgive people who have wronged us.
Forgiveness brings freedom and healing not only for us but for those around us.
Friday, 24 January 2014
Fear
Fear is so debilitating. It stops us from reaching our potential. It stops us from fulfilling our dreams. It makes us mistrust ourselves and others around us. It brings negative thoughts and destructive behaviours into every situation and relationship. Fear makes us suspicious of other's actions and motives.
The opposite of fear is faith. Faith brings out the best in us. It motivates us to take a chance. We will more likely take a risk and trust ourselves and the people around us.
I know how I would rather live. Even if people I trust let me down or I make an error of judgement, at least I had a go. One of my sayings is, "You have to have a dream if you want your dreams to come true".
It is also no good having dreams if you don't follow your dreams with action. We are often the answer to our own prayers. I am not saying that we are somehow God. No, what I mean is, we pray for something or someone and then we realise that we can actually help that situation.
My choice is to live by faith. Faith in God, who loves me and gave His Son to die for my sins. I choose to believe the best in people around me and forgive them when they fail as I hope and pray that they will forgive me when I fail.
The opposite of fear is faith. Faith brings out the best in us. It motivates us to take a chance. We will more likely take a risk and trust ourselves and the people around us.
I know how I would rather live. Even if people I trust let me down or I make an error of judgement, at least I had a go. One of my sayings is, "You have to have a dream if you want your dreams to come true".
It is also no good having dreams if you don't follow your dreams with action. We are often the answer to our own prayers. I am not saying that we are somehow God. No, what I mean is, we pray for something or someone and then we realise that we can actually help that situation.
My choice is to live by faith. Faith in God, who loves me and gave His Son to die for my sins. I choose to believe the best in people around me and forgive them when they fail as I hope and pray that they will forgive me when I fail.
Tug of War
I remember we always played tug of war, three legged races, egg and spoon races at Sunday School picnics.
But I hate tug of war now. Every morning I take Thomas, my nine month old black Labrador for a walk we end up having a tug of war. It is no game, I can assure you. What should be an enjoyable outing, listening to the singing of the birds and pleasant exercise for us both, has become a battle of the wills.
Thomas is in a hurry and wants to get going. I am trying to teach him to walk at a pace that I find comfortable and also a pace that a visually impaired person would be able to handle. Thomas also wants to say hello to every dog he meets and although this is a natural instinct for a dog, it is something that a potential guide dog just cannot do. He has to learn to stay focused on me, the handler. So he tugs one way and I tug the other. Will he ever learn? I don't know. I just have to keep trying to help him overcome his instincts.
People think that man is a dogs best friend. Well that is entirely wrong. A dog is a dogs best friend. I'm sure that given the choice a dog would choose another dog as a mate any day. Many Service dogs have learned to overcome their natural instincts and do amazing things, so I keep on doing what I am doing and in the end it is up to Thomas what he chooses to do.
Thomas and I are in a power struggle at the moment, which made me think of other power struggles in our lives. Many children have a power struggle with their parents and while this too is natural, as the child struggles to become independent and adult, it can be a painful tug of war if not handled wisely. The other tugs of war in households are between husbands and wives. I guess when you put two independent vastly different people together there is bound to be some tug of warring going on.
The same principle apply to human relationships and any animals. We need to handle them with wisdom, patience, love,respect, and justice to overcome our power struggles and live in harmony with one another.
But I hate tug of war now. Every morning I take Thomas, my nine month old black Labrador for a walk we end up having a tug of war. It is no game, I can assure you. What should be an enjoyable outing, listening to the singing of the birds and pleasant exercise for us both, has become a battle of the wills.
Thomas is in a hurry and wants to get going. I am trying to teach him to walk at a pace that I find comfortable and also a pace that a visually impaired person would be able to handle. Thomas also wants to say hello to every dog he meets and although this is a natural instinct for a dog, it is something that a potential guide dog just cannot do. He has to learn to stay focused on me, the handler. So he tugs one way and I tug the other. Will he ever learn? I don't know. I just have to keep trying to help him overcome his instincts.
People think that man is a dogs best friend. Well that is entirely wrong. A dog is a dogs best friend. I'm sure that given the choice a dog would choose another dog as a mate any day. Many Service dogs have learned to overcome their natural instincts and do amazing things, so I keep on doing what I am doing and in the end it is up to Thomas what he chooses to do.
Thomas and I are in a power struggle at the moment, which made me think of other power struggles in our lives. Many children have a power struggle with their parents and while this too is natural, as the child struggles to become independent and adult, it can be a painful tug of war if not handled wisely. The other tugs of war in households are between husbands and wives. I guess when you put two independent vastly different people together there is bound to be some tug of warring going on.
The same principle apply to human relationships and any animals. We need to handle them with wisdom, patience, love,respect, and justice to overcome our power struggles and live in harmony with one another.
Saturday, 18 January 2014
Pushed
Today we pushed ourselves to do things we would not normally do. First I did two walks again today, one with Thomas my Seeing eye puppy and one with a dear friend.
Then we took the two puppies to the City on the train. In days gone past we would not take pups to the City until they were more than six months old, now that we are raising pups for SEDA they have a whole different protocol.
We are given the pup at eight weeks and asked to expose him to every possible experience before the age of sixteen weeks. The reason behind this procedure is that the pup grows up without fear. He thinks it's normal to ride on a huge noisy train and on a bumpy bus and get close to huge animals like horses, goats, sheep, pigs, geese and roosters and hens.
Other pups we have had in the past have been sheltered and molly coddled and then when exposed to the above situations they freak out. It all makes perfect sense now.
Today the train was crowded. There were prams and babies and toddlers everywhere. The City was crowded to. The first thing we did was head to a park to toilet the dogs after the long train ride. Then we headed to the Coffee Club. We needed some refreshment to face the next step. We walked through the throngs of people in Queen Street Mall and into the Meyer Centre. All three pups showed no reaction to the glass lift. Some dogs are frightened.
We then walked through all the people in the Food Court. By this time we needed an ice cream
It was time to face the walk through the Mall again to the train station and the long ride home.
We were all exhausted when we arrived home but so much was achieved. It feels so good to push ourselves sometimes. I think we molly coddle ourselves all too often. There is however a time to push and a time to refrain from pushing.
Then we took the two puppies to the City on the train. In days gone past we would not take pups to the City until they were more than six months old, now that we are raising pups for SEDA they have a whole different protocol.
We are given the pup at eight weeks and asked to expose him to every possible experience before the age of sixteen weeks. The reason behind this procedure is that the pup grows up without fear. He thinks it's normal to ride on a huge noisy train and on a bumpy bus and get close to huge animals like horses, goats, sheep, pigs, geese and roosters and hens.
Other pups we have had in the past have been sheltered and molly coddled and then when exposed to the above situations they freak out. It all makes perfect sense now.
Today the train was crowded. There were prams and babies and toddlers everywhere. The City was crowded to. The first thing we did was head to a park to toilet the dogs after the long train ride. Then we headed to the Coffee Club. We needed some refreshment to face the next step. We walked through the throngs of people in Queen Street Mall and into the Meyer Centre. All three pups showed no reaction to the glass lift. Some dogs are frightened.
We then walked through all the people in the Food Court. By this time we needed an ice cream
It was time to face the walk through the Mall again to the train station and the long ride home.
We were all exhausted when we arrived home but so much was achieved. It feels so good to push ourselves sometimes. I think we molly coddle ourselves all too often. There is however a time to push and a time to refrain from pushing.
Home Alone
Home alone. What do I do with the time I have? Today I chose to divide the time I have between cleaning and writing. Why? Because I have a conscience and just can't concentrate on writing until the things that need doing are done.
In between the cleaning the thoughts that run through my mind are about the people I love and need to contact. I love keeping in touch on Facebook but it does not replace that long chatty phone call or afternoon tea.
Now that I am sitting writing I keep having thoughts of things I could be doing in the house. Concentration and focus is what is needed. We took our pups on the train into the City a few days ago. It was a full and successful experience. On the way home we were chatting to a lady about puppy raising, as we often do when we are out with our dogs.
Among the things we spoke about was how dogs are able to live in the moment. Sure they have memories. They remember us years after they leave our home. They remember places they have been to and people and other dogs they have met. They associate those things and people with happy, sad, fearful memories. But yet they accept every day as it comes. They trust the people around them to feed them and care for them.
I learn from them everyday and would love to be able to live more in the moment. Instead I find myself thinking of the next thing. What I still need to do. What if.... and if only......
Is this because I am who I am? Is it because I am a woman? Do men not think like this? Do they live more in the moment than women?
Yesterday with all it's joys, and there are many, is gone. It's sorrows and lost opportunities are gone as well. The future we have no control over. We don't even know if we have a future. Not here on earth at any rate.
So this is today and I have walked the dogs, done some cleaning, blogged and now it's time to put my feet up with a cup of tea and read a good book for a half an hour. Then I will carry on with the rest of this beautiful day that God has given me to enjoy with my best friend and lover of nearly 48 years.
In between the cleaning the thoughts that run through my mind are about the people I love and need to contact. I love keeping in touch on Facebook but it does not replace that long chatty phone call or afternoon tea.
Now that I am sitting writing I keep having thoughts of things I could be doing in the house. Concentration and focus is what is needed. We took our pups on the train into the City a few days ago. It was a full and successful experience. On the way home we were chatting to a lady about puppy raising, as we often do when we are out with our dogs.
Among the things we spoke about was how dogs are able to live in the moment. Sure they have memories. They remember us years after they leave our home. They remember places they have been to and people and other dogs they have met. They associate those things and people with happy, sad, fearful memories. But yet they accept every day as it comes. They trust the people around them to feed them and care for them.
I learn from them everyday and would love to be able to live more in the moment. Instead I find myself thinking of the next thing. What I still need to do. What if.... and if only......
Is this because I am who I am? Is it because I am a woman? Do men not think like this? Do they live more in the moment than women?
Yesterday with all it's joys, and there are many, is gone. It's sorrows and lost opportunities are gone as well. The future we have no control over. We don't even know if we have a future. Not here on earth at any rate.
So this is today and I have walked the dogs, done some cleaning, blogged and now it's time to put my feet up with a cup of tea and read a good book for a half an hour. Then I will carry on with the rest of this beautiful day that God has given me to enjoy with my best friend and lover of nearly 48 years.
Wednesday, 15 January 2014
Guilt
Yesterday I did not write a blog. Horrors! Well no not really. Even though I had made a decision to blog everyday, I do not feel guilty about not blogging yesterday.
My puppy ate my lap top electrical cord today. Do I feel guilty? No. I have been carefully putting it out of his reach and today I did not. So how do I feel? Well, not guilty. Upset with myself that I forgot to remove it, but not guilty.
I have learned the difference between real guilt and false guilt. I remember as a young girl at school whenever something was missing and our bags and desks were searched, I always felt sure that the missing item would be found in my things. I knew I had not taken it but still I felt guilty. This strong sense of guilt is something I learned from my Mother.
Only yesterday when I was speaking to her on the phone, she was saying that she was sure she had offended someone who had not phoned her for a while. I could see how ridiculous that was. Probably what happened is that person just did not remember to phone her because of the busyness of life.
Another situation that always made me feel guilty was when the guide dog puppy that I was raising was not performing as he should or did not make the grade. I have come to realise that it's not up to me, it's up to the dog. I do my best and that is all anyone can require of me, even myself.
There is a song that comes to mind..'there are no mistakes, just lessons to be learned.'
I have also been told that many people who suffer from mental disease are really suffering from guilt.
Now true guilt is a good thing. It means our conscience is intact and we have the opportunity to do something about our guilt. We can cover it up or we can confess what ever it is that has caused the guilt. Sin causes guilt. We sin against others and we sin against ourselves. We also sin by things we do not do that we should have done or not say the things we should say.
Confessing our sin to God and asking for forgiveness brings healing to our hearts and minds. Sometimes it is also necessary to ask the person we have offended to forgive us.
While we cover up, and don't acknowledge our sin it haunts us and causes depression and low self esteem. Far better to free ourselves from the guilt and walk in good mental health.
I am so glad that I can now recognise the difference between real guilt and false guilt. It is truly liberating.
My puppy ate my lap top electrical cord today. Do I feel guilty? No. I have been carefully putting it out of his reach and today I did not. So how do I feel? Well, not guilty. Upset with myself that I forgot to remove it, but not guilty.
I have learned the difference between real guilt and false guilt. I remember as a young girl at school whenever something was missing and our bags and desks were searched, I always felt sure that the missing item would be found in my things. I knew I had not taken it but still I felt guilty. This strong sense of guilt is something I learned from my Mother.
Only yesterday when I was speaking to her on the phone, she was saying that she was sure she had offended someone who had not phoned her for a while. I could see how ridiculous that was. Probably what happened is that person just did not remember to phone her because of the busyness of life.
Another situation that always made me feel guilty was when the guide dog puppy that I was raising was not performing as he should or did not make the grade. I have come to realise that it's not up to me, it's up to the dog. I do my best and that is all anyone can require of me, even myself.
There is a song that comes to mind..'there are no mistakes, just lessons to be learned.'
I have also been told that many people who suffer from mental disease are really suffering from guilt.
Now true guilt is a good thing. It means our conscience is intact and we have the opportunity to do something about our guilt. We can cover it up or we can confess what ever it is that has caused the guilt. Sin causes guilt. We sin against others and we sin against ourselves. We also sin by things we do not do that we should have done or not say the things we should say.
Confessing our sin to God and asking for forgiveness brings healing to our hearts and minds. Sometimes it is also necessary to ask the person we have offended to forgive us.
While we cover up, and don't acknowledge our sin it haunts us and causes depression and low self esteem. Far better to free ourselves from the guilt and walk in good mental health.
I am so glad that I can now recognise the difference between real guilt and false guilt. It is truly liberating.
Monday, 13 January 2014
Left from right
Left from right
Today as I was out walking my Seeing Eye puppy, Thomas, I realised that I finally knew my right from my left. Howard has often said 'the other right' when trying to give me directions. I was determined not to confuse Thomas, so I thought carefully before I gave him directions.
It comes naturally to me now.
I always remember my Mother saying, "It's more important to know your right from your wrong, than your left from your right." I find it quite strange to still have tapes running through my head of things my Mother taught me. One that comes to mind is," Even when things go wrong, it's the motive that counts." She always looked deeper than actions and words and could see what was in the heart. What she saw was often only what others wanted her to see.
Some people thought she was too soft. Too compassionate, too forgiving. Many people took advantage of her, especially men. She always made allowances for people. She always saw the best in people. I saw her make too many mistakes and suffer too much heartache to be like my Mum. It does not make me love or respect her less. It just makes me more cautious of people.
I would like to think that it is wise to be cautious of people. The opposite is gullible and naïve. I doubt whether I could ever be accused of being gullible or naïve. Maybe I could be accused of being sceptical even cynical, but I think that has helped me to stay out of trouble and not make the same mistakes my dear trusting Mother has made.
So I learned by watching. I watched people who made ship wreck of their lives and watched those who were successful. I am grateful for the opportunity of observation. I am grateful for the examples both good and bad. I am who I am because I made the choices I made.
Today as I was out walking my Seeing Eye puppy, Thomas, I realised that I finally knew my right from my left. Howard has often said 'the other right' when trying to give me directions. I was determined not to confuse Thomas, so I thought carefully before I gave him directions.
It comes naturally to me now.
I always remember my Mother saying, "It's more important to know your right from your wrong, than your left from your right." I find it quite strange to still have tapes running through my head of things my Mother taught me. One that comes to mind is," Even when things go wrong, it's the motive that counts." She always looked deeper than actions and words and could see what was in the heart. What she saw was often only what others wanted her to see.
Some people thought she was too soft. Too compassionate, too forgiving. Many people took advantage of her, especially men. She always made allowances for people. She always saw the best in people. I saw her make too many mistakes and suffer too much heartache to be like my Mum. It does not make me love or respect her less. It just makes me more cautious of people.
I would like to think that it is wise to be cautious of people. The opposite is gullible and naïve. I doubt whether I could ever be accused of being gullible or naïve. Maybe I could be accused of being sceptical even cynical, but I think that has helped me to stay out of trouble and not make the same mistakes my dear trusting Mother has made.
So I learned by watching. I watched people who made ship wreck of their lives and watched those who were successful. I am grateful for the opportunity of observation. I am grateful for the examples both good and bad. I am who I am because I made the choices I made.
Sunday, 12 January 2014
Determination
Determination is another word to add to wisdom, common sense and perseverance. I was determined to make this blog available to anyone who wanted to read it. But I like to switch my computer on and it has to do what I want it to do first time. I do not like going into settings and control panel mainly because I am terrified I'll make matters worse.
So there is the reason. Once again I found something I can't do and am too frightened to try for fear of failure. That way I stay ignorant, stuck in my fear and dependant on Howard who says a computer is only a machine and has to do what it is told. Oh boy! That is not easy for me to do.
Back to my determination. In spite of the fact that I only wanted to get on and write this blog (not that I had anything burning on my heart to write) I took the bull by the horns and took the time to fiddle with the innards of my laptop. I am hopeful that I have managed to fix my problem. Up until now I have not been keen to show any of my writing to anyone else. Once again motivated by fear. While I keep it to myself I can fool myself that some of it is good and that I can call myself a writer. But this year is the year that I submit my writing for critiquing. In fact I'm going to join a critique group.
It's alright to be scared. It's only when the fear causes us to abandon hopes and dreams in case we fail or embarrass ourselves. I am reminded of the time when a younger woman said that she hated having a yearly pap smear. She felt so embarrassed. I quickly came back with "embarrassment never killed anyone." I have another friend who refuses to go back for another mammogram. She said the last one was so painful that she would never do that again. I wonder if she knows how painful breast cancer is? Oh the joys of being a woman! But I digress.
I have plans and hopes and dreams for this year ahead. It will take a lot of determination to make them reality. Amidst the implementation of those plans, my overriding theme for each day is PEACE. Jesus said that he gives us his peace. He said 'Don't worry about anything.' So each day as I determinedly plan my day to make my dreams come I will say "May Your will be done in my life today."
So there is the reason. Once again I found something I can't do and am too frightened to try for fear of failure. That way I stay ignorant, stuck in my fear and dependant on Howard who says a computer is only a machine and has to do what it is told. Oh boy! That is not easy for me to do.
Back to my determination. In spite of the fact that I only wanted to get on and write this blog (not that I had anything burning on my heart to write) I took the bull by the horns and took the time to fiddle with the innards of my laptop. I am hopeful that I have managed to fix my problem. Up until now I have not been keen to show any of my writing to anyone else. Once again motivated by fear. While I keep it to myself I can fool myself that some of it is good and that I can call myself a writer. But this year is the year that I submit my writing for critiquing. In fact I'm going to join a critique group.
It's alright to be scared. It's only when the fear causes us to abandon hopes and dreams in case we fail or embarrass ourselves. I am reminded of the time when a younger woman said that she hated having a yearly pap smear. She felt so embarrassed. I quickly came back with "embarrassment never killed anyone." I have another friend who refuses to go back for another mammogram. She said the last one was so painful that she would never do that again. I wonder if she knows how painful breast cancer is? Oh the joys of being a woman! But I digress.
I have plans and hopes and dreams for this year ahead. It will take a lot of determination to make them reality. Amidst the implementation of those plans, my overriding theme for each day is PEACE. Jesus said that he gives us his peace. He said 'Don't worry about anything.' So each day as I determinedly plan my day to make my dreams come I will say "May Your will be done in my life today."
Saturday, 11 January 2014
Too late to learn?
Is it possible to teach an old dogs new tricks? I guess that depends on the dog. I know a dog who was trained to be a Seeing Eye dog. She guided a very active young lady, taking her on two trains to work every day. She did this for three years and then she could no longer keep the dog.
What to do with this very intelligent, highly driven dog? Thankfully she was retrained as an assistance dog. I'm glad to say she is doing very well in her new position.
This is my seventieth year here on earth, and clichés like 'you are never too old to learn' or use is or loose it' all come to mind. My friends say things like, "Why don't you just retire gracefully and relax and enjoy yourself?" I have made some concessions. I don't do any courses now that require examinations or assignments. Now the only competition is me, myself and I. My personal best is all I am reaching for.
With this in mind, I am signing up for piano and cello lessons. I am also going to do a Power Point computer course. I would love to be able to take the lovely photos of our holidays and Grandchildren and puppies and put music and captions to them and make a slide show. I plan to keep them short and interesting, so that no one is bored.
All the years I've been puppy raising I have never got the hang of correcting the dog when it was doing something I did not like. With the result I always felt insecure when out in public with the dog, especially as it got bigger and stronger. Two days ago I was shown the proper affective way to correct Thomas and now I have a new confidence in my dog handling skills.
Confidence, as I said yesterday, is the opposite of fear. Fear is something I'm told dogs can smell. This is now a whole new experience for me now and for Thomas. I don't hesitate to take him out on my own now.
This year has all the potential of being an absolutely wonderful year. Well, it will be if I am in charge. But I'm not in charge. God is. So I charge ahead into the new year, with hope, even excitement and whatever happens happens. I know that God has a plan for my life. That has not changed. I resolve to face each day as a gift and enjoy the big things and the little things. I will rely on God to guide me by opening and closing doors and giving me peace in my heart if I'm on track. If I veer off track I trust God to bring me back. He has a million ways of keeping me from doing the wrong thing.
Until my last breath I plan to keep learning.
What to do with this very intelligent, highly driven dog? Thankfully she was retrained as an assistance dog. I'm glad to say she is doing very well in her new position.
This is my seventieth year here on earth, and clichés like 'you are never too old to learn' or use is or loose it' all come to mind. My friends say things like, "Why don't you just retire gracefully and relax and enjoy yourself?" I have made some concessions. I don't do any courses now that require examinations or assignments. Now the only competition is me, myself and I. My personal best is all I am reaching for.
With this in mind, I am signing up for piano and cello lessons. I am also going to do a Power Point computer course. I would love to be able to take the lovely photos of our holidays and Grandchildren and puppies and put music and captions to them and make a slide show. I plan to keep them short and interesting, so that no one is bored.
All the years I've been puppy raising I have never got the hang of correcting the dog when it was doing something I did not like. With the result I always felt insecure when out in public with the dog, especially as it got bigger and stronger. Two days ago I was shown the proper affective way to correct Thomas and now I have a new confidence in my dog handling skills.
Confidence, as I said yesterday, is the opposite of fear. Fear is something I'm told dogs can smell. This is now a whole new experience for me now and for Thomas. I don't hesitate to take him out on my own now.
This year has all the potential of being an absolutely wonderful year. Well, it will be if I am in charge. But I'm not in charge. God is. So I charge ahead into the new year, with hope, even excitement and whatever happens happens. I know that God has a plan for my life. That has not changed. I resolve to face each day as a gift and enjoy the big things and the little things. I will rely on God to guide me by opening and closing doors and giving me peace in my heart if I'm on track. If I veer off track I trust God to bring me back. He has a million ways of keeping me from doing the wrong thing.
Until my last breath I plan to keep learning.
Friday, 10 January 2014
Confidence
Confidence is something I have lacked all my life. The opposite is insecurity. Insecurity is based in fear and starts in childhood. None of us had a perfect childhood. I don't believe there is such a thing. We have imperfect parents and we ourselves are imperfect. We all operate out of a love deficit. Which simply means that none us of received enough love as we were growing up and we probably don't receive enough love now that we are grown up.
What does enough love look like? Well I think it means unconditional love and acceptance for who we are warts and all. Most of us, if not all of us, wear masks of one kind or another. We probably have different masks for different people and for different occasions.
I was raised in a dysfunctional home. Although, as I have said, no one has the perfect childhood I do believe that there are such things as functional homes
A functional home is where parents are the adults and make all the decisions. Children are not only fed, housed, clothed but are taught right from wrong including manners and respect for elders, peers and themselves. I know this is not easy but I know it is possible. Parents are not alone in the raising of their children. It takes a 'village' to raise a child. This 'village' includes teachers, Grandparents, Aunts and Uncles and peers. For example our sons learnt a lot from a neighbour's son who was a few years older than them. He set a very good example for them to follow in the way he acted and spoke. I have never thanked him for that and I need to.
Confidence develops when significant people in our lives either loves unconditionally or respects unconditionally or admires or trusts us. When I was seventeen (sounds like a song), I wrote my first big nursing exam. One of my fellow students told me that she had it on good authority that I was expected to get honours for that exam. It spurred me on to achieve far beyond what I thought I was capable of and built my self esteem and my confidence sky high.
There is a danger in unrealistic expectations and encouraging another human being to their full potential. It takes wisdom combined with love and acceptance to bring out the best in the people around us.
True confidence really only comes when we realise that God accepts us and loves us and wants only the best for us. It is only when we feel confident in ourselves that we feel free to be who we truly are and to lay aside every mask we have worn in the past.
What does enough love look like? Well I think it means unconditional love and acceptance for who we are warts and all. Most of us, if not all of us, wear masks of one kind or another. We probably have different masks for different people and for different occasions.
I was raised in a dysfunctional home. Although, as I have said, no one has the perfect childhood I do believe that there are such things as functional homes
A functional home is where parents are the adults and make all the decisions. Children are not only fed, housed, clothed but are taught right from wrong including manners and respect for elders, peers and themselves. I know this is not easy but I know it is possible. Parents are not alone in the raising of their children. It takes a 'village' to raise a child. This 'village' includes teachers, Grandparents, Aunts and Uncles and peers. For example our sons learnt a lot from a neighbour's son who was a few years older than them. He set a very good example for them to follow in the way he acted and spoke. I have never thanked him for that and I need to.
Confidence develops when significant people in our lives either loves unconditionally or respects unconditionally or admires or trusts us. When I was seventeen (sounds like a song), I wrote my first big nursing exam. One of my fellow students told me that she had it on good authority that I was expected to get honours for that exam. It spurred me on to achieve far beyond what I thought I was capable of and built my self esteem and my confidence sky high.
There is a danger in unrealistic expectations and encouraging another human being to their full potential. It takes wisdom combined with love and acceptance to bring out the best in the people around us.
True confidence really only comes when we realise that God accepts us and loves us and wants only the best for us. It is only when we feel confident in ourselves that we feel free to be who we truly are and to lay aside every mask we have worn in the past.
Thursday, 9 January 2014
Growing Old
When we marry the love of our life and we learn and grow together, one of the things we want to do is grow old together. I think it is a privilege to grow old, so many people don't have the opportunity.
I asked an older friend today what she thought of that last statement She was horrified. For her getting old is full of aches and pains, anxiety and regrets and loneliness and helplessness. She watches the people around her become more frail by the day and she imagines the awfulness that awaits her.
As for me I want to embrace old age. I want to glorify God in my every day. I want to set an example and to give courage to those coming behind me. I look at my Mother and I see the things she is doing well. I want to follow her example. I see the things she is not doing so well and I want to learn from that and avoid making the same mistakes.
I have a lot of respect for elderly people. I like to hear their stories of days gone by. I love to hear what life was like in the old days. I hope when I am really old that someone would like to hear some of my stories too.
So here I am today in this very important year; the year I turn 70. I have so many things I still want to accomplish and my days are full. For now I am content and my plan is to remain content and enjoy every day that God gives me. No one knows what the future holds but I know God holds my future in His hands.
I asked an older friend today what she thought of that last statement She was horrified. For her getting old is full of aches and pains, anxiety and regrets and loneliness and helplessness. She watches the people around her become more frail by the day and she imagines the awfulness that awaits her.
As for me I want to embrace old age. I want to glorify God in my every day. I want to set an example and to give courage to those coming behind me. I look at my Mother and I see the things she is doing well. I want to follow her example. I see the things she is not doing so well and I want to learn from that and avoid making the same mistakes.
I have a lot of respect for elderly people. I like to hear their stories of days gone by. I love to hear what life was like in the old days. I hope when I am really old that someone would like to hear some of my stories too.
So here I am today in this very important year; the year I turn 70. I have so many things I still want to accomplish and my days are full. For now I am content and my plan is to remain content and enjoy every day that God gives me. No one knows what the future holds but I know God holds my future in His hands.
Perseverance
Perseverance is an important part of wisdom. I am right in the middle of persevering with this blog.
I am trying to set up my blog so that anyone who wants to read it can do so. But I just have had no success so far. I will continue to persevere.
This is also the second time I'm writing this blog today. I accidentally deleted the last one I wrote. I did have a lovely day anyway. It started as it always does with an early morning walk before breakfast. The walk is also part of training Thomas. He is improving daily.
Then I had a date with my vacuum cleaner and the mop bucket. With three dogs in the house and a nine week old puppy toilet training, I often have a date with the vacuum and mop.
Then we took both dogs on the bus. Jesse had never been on a bus before but you would not have guessed. He was not fazed at all by the size, noise or movement of the bus. So we ticked 'bus ride' off our list.
After lunch our family and their dog Monty descended on us and we ate chocolate and played canasta. It was a fun afternoon. The dogs enjoyed themselves as well.
Back to blogging. Is it true that if you don't use it, you loose it? I'm sure it applies to muscles but I'm not so sure about brain cells. I have met very intelligent, highly academic people who have used their brains all their lives and still developed Alzheimer's. I have also met people who did not use their brain cells and died old and knew everything and everyone around them.
The answer to what is wisdom? How can we prevent Alzheimer's? Well there is no definitive answer. But I will continue to ponder these things and how it applies to me personally.
I am trying to set up my blog so that anyone who wants to read it can do so. But I just have had no success so far. I will continue to persevere.
This is also the second time I'm writing this blog today. I accidentally deleted the last one I wrote. I did have a lovely day anyway. It started as it always does with an early morning walk before breakfast. The walk is also part of training Thomas. He is improving daily.
Then I had a date with my vacuum cleaner and the mop bucket. With three dogs in the house and a nine week old puppy toilet training, I often have a date with the vacuum and mop.
Then we took both dogs on the bus. Jesse had never been on a bus before but you would not have guessed. He was not fazed at all by the size, noise or movement of the bus. So we ticked 'bus ride' off our list.
After lunch our family and their dog Monty descended on us and we ate chocolate and played canasta. It was a fun afternoon. The dogs enjoyed themselves as well.
Back to blogging. Is it true that if you don't use it, you loose it? I'm sure it applies to muscles but I'm not so sure about brain cells. I have met very intelligent, highly academic people who have used their brains all their lives and still developed Alzheimer's. I have also met people who did not use their brain cells and died old and knew everything and everyone around them.
The answer to what is wisdom? How can we prevent Alzheimer's? Well there is no definitive answer. But I will continue to ponder these things and how it applies to me personally.
Hot day
Today is the hottest day in Brisbane for nearly fifty years. We took the dogs out walking early to beat the heat. Then we took them to the Mall where we met little Tara. The three dogs settled quickly and we visited with Suzanne. After an hour and a half it was time to face the heat and head for home.
The air conditioner is earning it's keep today.
January is an 'In-Between' time for me. Nothing happens in January. Cello class, writing club, book club are all in recess and many of our friends are away on holiday. We had our holiday of a life time last year. New classes don't start until February.
I love going to class. I left school too soon, I think. That is why I like to attend classes and learn and learn. My favourite shop is Office Works. It's full of stationary and smells wonderful. It reminds me of new exercise books. The pages blank with so much potential. No smudges. No red marks. Just perfect.
But that is not reality, is it? Life is not blank and perfect. It's full of mistakes and learning curves and corrections. Corrections... that is a hard one. Who likes to be corrected? It's like asking who likes the Dentist? I guess his wife and kids do. I wonder if Dentists have a complex or are they so secure they don't care what the majority thinks of them. What makes a young person become a Dentist? One day I will ask my Dentist WHY?
So back to 'In-Between'. There is tennis and more tennis to watch on Television. Then there is also the cricket. But this January I have decided to write and practice cello and piano. When class starts again I will be ready.
The classes I plan to take this year are cello, piano, computer and a writing course. I only just decided to do a writing course this minute. Ooo I'm excited! So how do I think I'm going to puppy raise Thomas at the same time? He is nearly 9 months old and he is going to come with me to class and learn to sit and be patient. It is good training for him. He may be matched with someone who goes to Uni everyday or to work everyday where he will have to sit under a desk for long periods of time.
So those are my hopes and dreams. Now to sell it to my Darling husband.
The air conditioner is earning it's keep today.
January is an 'In-Between' time for me. Nothing happens in January. Cello class, writing club, book club are all in recess and many of our friends are away on holiday. We had our holiday of a life time last year. New classes don't start until February.
I love going to class. I left school too soon, I think. That is why I like to attend classes and learn and learn. My favourite shop is Office Works. It's full of stationary and smells wonderful. It reminds me of new exercise books. The pages blank with so much potential. No smudges. No red marks. Just perfect.
But that is not reality, is it? Life is not blank and perfect. It's full of mistakes and learning curves and corrections. Corrections... that is a hard one. Who likes to be corrected? It's like asking who likes the Dentist? I guess his wife and kids do. I wonder if Dentists have a complex or are they so secure they don't care what the majority thinks of them. What makes a young person become a Dentist? One day I will ask my Dentist WHY?
So back to 'In-Between'. There is tennis and more tennis to watch on Television. Then there is also the cricket. But this January I have decided to write and practice cello and piano. When class starts again I will be ready.
The classes I plan to take this year are cello, piano, computer and a writing course. I only just decided to do a writing course this minute. Ooo I'm excited! So how do I think I'm going to puppy raise Thomas at the same time? He is nearly 9 months old and he is going to come with me to class and learn to sit and be patient. It is good training for him. He may be matched with someone who goes to Uni everyday or to work everyday where he will have to sit under a desk for long periods of time.
So those are my hopes and dreams. Now to sell it to my Darling husband.
Tuesday, 7 January 2014
Knowledge
Knowledge. What is it and where do you get it? Is it inherited? Or maybe absorbed by parents, teachers and peers?
First of all, is it something real special, academic or just plain old common sense?
Personally I think it's all of the above. Knowledge is a complex thing. You can't see, taste, touch, smell, see or hear it. And yet you can recognise it when it's there and you can recognise it when it is not there.
I have a thirst for knowledge. I admire people who are knowledgeable. This does not mean that they are highly educated, although education will not rule them out. I know some people who are highly educated and yet one would never call them knowledgeable or wise.
Now there is another word...wise. Maybe that is more the word I am looking for. Wisdom and knowledge seem to be good bed fellows.
I once tried to make a friend of a woman my age. We both loved art shows. So we made a date and spent the afternoon together. Up until this time we had only greeted each other and had not spent any time together. As we walked around looking at the art works, we found we both liked the same pieces and for the same reasons. Then over lunch we discovered that we had both married men who had similar occupations; had both married in the same year and had both given birth to our first son in the same year. We had lived oceans apart and yet we were very similar.
It felt as if I had spent the afternoon with myself. How boring. Nice but boring. We never pursued our friendship.
As I take a closer look at my friendships now, I realise I like friends who are very different to me. People I can learn from and hopefully I have something to offer them as well. Most of my friends are not academics. I am not an academic. But my friends are intelligent and interesting.
Ah! There is another word intelligent. What have intelligence, wisdom, and knowledge have in common? Have they anything in common. Now I have opened up an area I can research and blog about another day.
There is so much to learn in this universe. No one mind can absorb all the knowledge there is in one lifetime. I often say I do not have enough time to make all the mistakes one can make in this life, that is why I learn by others mistakes. Also there is so much to learn, that is why I learn from others.
The best way I know how to do that is to read. I am always sad when I meet people who don't read. I cannot imagine living my life without reading.
I thank all the teachers who taught me to read and to love books. My favourite shops are of course book shops, stationary shops and plant nurseries. I love to garden too. Sadly I don't do much of that anymore. I'm too busy reading and writing.
First of all, is it something real special, academic or just plain old common sense?
Personally I think it's all of the above. Knowledge is a complex thing. You can't see, taste, touch, smell, see or hear it. And yet you can recognise it when it's there and you can recognise it when it is not there.
I have a thirst for knowledge. I admire people who are knowledgeable. This does not mean that they are highly educated, although education will not rule them out. I know some people who are highly educated and yet one would never call them knowledgeable or wise.
Now there is another word...wise. Maybe that is more the word I am looking for. Wisdom and knowledge seem to be good bed fellows.
I once tried to make a friend of a woman my age. We both loved art shows. So we made a date and spent the afternoon together. Up until this time we had only greeted each other and had not spent any time together. As we walked around looking at the art works, we found we both liked the same pieces and for the same reasons. Then over lunch we discovered that we had both married men who had similar occupations; had both married in the same year and had both given birth to our first son in the same year. We had lived oceans apart and yet we were very similar.
It felt as if I had spent the afternoon with myself. How boring. Nice but boring. We never pursued our friendship.
As I take a closer look at my friendships now, I realise I like friends who are very different to me. People I can learn from and hopefully I have something to offer them as well. Most of my friends are not academics. I am not an academic. But my friends are intelligent and interesting.
Ah! There is another word intelligent. What have intelligence, wisdom, and knowledge have in common? Have they anything in common. Now I have opened up an area I can research and blog about another day.
There is so much to learn in this universe. No one mind can absorb all the knowledge there is in one lifetime. I often say I do not have enough time to make all the mistakes one can make in this life, that is why I learn by others mistakes. Also there is so much to learn, that is why I learn from others.
The best way I know how to do that is to read. I am always sad when I meet people who don't read. I cannot imagine living my life without reading.
I thank all the teachers who taught me to read and to love books. My favourite shops are of course book shops, stationary shops and plant nurseries. I love to garden too. Sadly I don't do much of that anymore. I'm too busy reading and writing.
Monday, 6 January 2014
Show. Don't tell
How many times have I heard these words from writers? Show, don't tell.
But what did it mean? It made me so frustrated just trying to get my head around those words. I asked my peers. I asked other writers. Nobody could give me an answer. Not an adequate answer that I could understand and implement.
Then I found a book called 'Show, don't tell'. I downloaded it straightaway and voila, it all became a lot clearer. For example instead of saying, ' Sally stepped outside into the cold dark night', it sounds better to say, Although Sally was terrified of the dark, she grabbed her coat and scarf and stepped outside.'
This morning on our walk, we met a friend. We had Sabina, our six year old Labrador cross and our trainee Seeing Eye dog, Thomas with us. We stopped to chat. She asked us how our new little Seeing Eye dog Jesse was doing. Jesse is only nine weeks old and stays in his crate while we do our morning walk. Howard started to show her with his hands how small Jesse is and animatedly began to tell her how cute he is.
I pulled out my new smart phone and said, "I can show you." And there he was cute, tiny, playful, adorable all in one picture.
So I continue to write and rewrite, trying to show and not just tell. It's harder than you think.
In fact, writing is harder than you think. I'm trying not to overthink things when I write but there has to be a balance between just writing, and thinking and trying to choose the right words for what I want to say.
I hope I manage to find the right course to help me be a better writer this year.
But what did it mean? It made me so frustrated just trying to get my head around those words. I asked my peers. I asked other writers. Nobody could give me an answer. Not an adequate answer that I could understand and implement.
Then I found a book called 'Show, don't tell'. I downloaded it straightaway and voila, it all became a lot clearer. For example instead of saying, ' Sally stepped outside into the cold dark night', it sounds better to say, Although Sally was terrified of the dark, she grabbed her coat and scarf and stepped outside.'
This morning on our walk, we met a friend. We had Sabina, our six year old Labrador cross and our trainee Seeing Eye dog, Thomas with us. We stopped to chat. She asked us how our new little Seeing Eye dog Jesse was doing. Jesse is only nine weeks old and stays in his crate while we do our morning walk. Howard started to show her with his hands how small Jesse is and animatedly began to tell her how cute he is.
I pulled out my new smart phone and said, "I can show you." And there he was cute, tiny, playful, adorable all in one picture.
So I continue to write and rewrite, trying to show and not just tell. It's harder than you think.
In fact, writing is harder than you think. I'm trying not to overthink things when I write but there has to be a balance between just writing, and thinking and trying to choose the right words for what I want to say.
I hope I manage to find the right course to help me be a better writer this year.
Sunday, 5 January 2014
A time for every season
We are often asked, "how can you give a puppy back after caring for it for one year, sometimes more. We always jokingly say, "Oh we just get another one, and anyway we know that we are helping some vision impaired person to gain independence.
While this is true it is never easy to return a puppy for formal training after loving, playing, training, and caring for it, even though we know from the start that this is only temporary.
Thinking about this situation made me think that everything is really only temporary. The young become the old as the cycle of life takes it's course. I was reminded about the passing of time last Sunday, when I saw a little girl I used to teach in Sunday school. She is now a young teenager. I was shocked. Had I changed as much as she had changed in the intervening years? I think we don't notice it in ourselves.
The other day I heard about this old man who had Dementia. His wife of sixty years was caring for him. They were sitting watching television, when she said, "Come dear, it's time to go to bed."
"Who are you?" he said.
"I'm Jane, your wife.." she said.
"Impossible. My wife has long blond hair and is very pretty."
I think of my own children, now in their early forties and I can hardly believe so much time has elapsed. But oh, the memories of raising them. How blessed were we? Now I have the joy of watching my Grandchildren grow and mature.
I often ask myself, and sometimes others, "Is it more difficult to raise children nowadays than it was in our time?" What do you think?
I get so many different responses. 'Of course it is more difficult with all the exposure to adult themes through television and technology.' 'Of course it is with drugs so freely available.'
I actually don't agree. Yes I do agree that television, technology, even drugs are huge influences and temptations, but in my day when we was raising our children there were influences and temptations as well.
It all comes down to basic obedience, morality and integrity. If these things are present in our lives it does not matter what temptations come our way.
Times and seasons come and go. That it why it is so important to live in the moment. It's good to reflect on past memories. Some will be sad, some will be wonderful. All the way along there were lessons to be learned if only we were concentrating.
I am grateful to be growing old with the love of my life. Many people do not have that privilege.
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While this is true it is never easy to return a puppy for formal training after loving, playing, training, and caring for it, even though we know from the start that this is only temporary.
Thinking about this situation made me think that everything is really only temporary. The young become the old as the cycle of life takes it's course. I was reminded about the passing of time last Sunday, when I saw a little girl I used to teach in Sunday school. She is now a young teenager. I was shocked. Had I changed as much as she had changed in the intervening years? I think we don't notice it in ourselves.
The other day I heard about this old man who had Dementia. His wife of sixty years was caring for him. They were sitting watching television, when she said, "Come dear, it's time to go to bed."
"Who are you?" he said.
"I'm Jane, your wife.." she said.
"Impossible. My wife has long blond hair and is very pretty."
I think of my own children, now in their early forties and I can hardly believe so much time has elapsed. But oh, the memories of raising them. How blessed were we? Now I have the joy of watching my Grandchildren grow and mature.
I often ask myself, and sometimes others, "Is it more difficult to raise children nowadays than it was in our time?" What do you think?
I get so many different responses. 'Of course it is more difficult with all the exposure to adult themes through television and technology.' 'Of course it is with drugs so freely available.'
I actually don't agree. Yes I do agree that television, technology, even drugs are huge influences and temptations, but in my day when we was raising our children there were influences and temptations as well.
It all comes down to basic obedience, morality and integrity. If these things are present in our lives it does not matter what temptations come our way.
Times and seasons come and go. That it why it is so important to live in the moment. It's good to reflect on past memories. Some will be sad, some will be wonderful. All the way along there were lessons to be learned if only we were concentrating.
I am grateful to be growing old with the love of my life. Many people do not have that privilege.
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Saturday, 4 January 2014
Lost Excuse
Today I looked everywhere for an excuse not to exercise. But I could not find it. First I looked outside to see if it was too hot. No, it was in fact a lot cooler than yesterday. It was overcast and a cool sea breeze was making it very pleasant. I looked up to see if the overcast clouds meant that it would rain any minute. No rain on the horizon. Still my excuse hid from me.
Then I looked inside. My shoes were waiting at the door. My dog was bouncing around wagging his tail and looking at his lead. I still could not find my excuse.
I finally gave up looking for it, put on my shoes and connected the lead. I stepped out the door and started walking. I was glad I could not find my excuse to not exercise today. I met others along the path who had also mislaid their excuses. We smiled as we acknowledged each other and the beautiful cool change.
Tomorrow I will be back looking for my excuse. Hopefully I will not find it again.
All this looking made me wonder why I do this to myself. I love walking. I love going to my exercise class. I love playing the piano and cello. I love being my ideal weight and feeling healthy. I love reading my Bible but WHY do all these things need so much discipline to do on a regular basis. I know it is only by doing these things on a regular basis that there will be any noticeable affect. Sporadic exercise, sporadic piano and cello practice, even sporadic Bible reading only brings minimal results and sometimes none at all.
My New Years resolution is to loose every excuse I can ever think of for not doing what I know I should do. If not now, WHEN?
Then I looked inside. My shoes were waiting at the door. My dog was bouncing around wagging his tail and looking at his lead. I still could not find my excuse.
I finally gave up looking for it, put on my shoes and connected the lead. I stepped out the door and started walking. I was glad I could not find my excuse to not exercise today. I met others along the path who had also mislaid their excuses. We smiled as we acknowledged each other and the beautiful cool change.
Tomorrow I will be back looking for my excuse. Hopefully I will not find it again.
All this looking made me wonder why I do this to myself. I love walking. I love going to my exercise class. I love playing the piano and cello. I love being my ideal weight and feeling healthy. I love reading my Bible but WHY do all these things need so much discipline to do on a regular basis. I know it is only by doing these things on a regular basis that there will be any noticeable affect. Sporadic exercise, sporadic piano and cello practice, even sporadic Bible reading only brings minimal results and sometimes none at all.
My New Years resolution is to loose every excuse I can ever think of for not doing what I know I should do. If not now, WHEN?
Thursday, 2 January 2014
Jesse's First day out
We took Jesse to the Vet today. All we did was introduce her and make an appointment for her next shot. Then we put him in the top section of the supermarket trolley and walked him through the supermarket. We took Thomas as well. He was working hard at not eating food off the floor.
We had everyone ooing and aaing and wanting to cuddle Jesse. As it was his first experience, we wanted it to be a very positive experience for him. Then we went to the local coffee shop. There everyone was fussing over him and we allowed two young girls to cuddle both Jesse and Thomas. They were so calm, we thought it would do them no harm at all. But Bev, our supervisor, was not happy when I told her they were patted today. "Please don't do that again," she said.
It's so hard to stop people from touching our service dogs. More and more people are being educated about not distracting the dog from it's work. Also the dog may start to expect attention from strangers and think it's play time not work time. So we will have to be more diligent and make sure we do not repeat todays misdemeanour.
It is a scorching hot Summers day today. The air con is on and so is the tennis. All three dogs are napping. We walked early, then I kept an appointment with my dentist. Thomas was given a kong with some treats and peanut butter and tethered in the craft room while I practiced the piano. Getting Thomas to lie quietly while I practice is part of his new routine. I plan to take him with me to Cello class, exercise class, Church and movies. So he needs to learn to settle and wait for me to do my thing.
So Thomas and I are learning self discipline.
We had everyone ooing and aaing and wanting to cuddle Jesse. As it was his first experience, we wanted it to be a very positive experience for him. Then we went to the local coffee shop. There everyone was fussing over him and we allowed two young girls to cuddle both Jesse and Thomas. They were so calm, we thought it would do them no harm at all. But Bev, our supervisor, was not happy when I told her they were patted today. "Please don't do that again," she said.
It's so hard to stop people from touching our service dogs. More and more people are being educated about not distracting the dog from it's work. Also the dog may start to expect attention from strangers and think it's play time not work time. So we will have to be more diligent and make sure we do not repeat todays misdemeanour.
It is a scorching hot Summers day today. The air con is on and so is the tennis. All three dogs are napping. We walked early, then I kept an appointment with my dentist. Thomas was given a kong with some treats and peanut butter and tethered in the craft room while I practiced the piano. Getting Thomas to lie quietly while I practice is part of his new routine. I plan to take him with me to Cello class, exercise class, Church and movies. So he needs to learn to settle and wait for me to do my thing.
So Thomas and I are learning self discipline.
Jesse's First Day - Take 2
We waited anxiously at the Airport wondering if we had made the right decision. Finally two little blonde babies looked at us through the bars of their cage. Jesse and Ginny had arrived. Howard could not wait to cuddle his new little charge. He is a nine week old blond Labrador and his future is full of learning curves for him. He is a potential Guide dog.
"Start as you plan to go on". These were the parting words of our Supervisor. So we encourage him to 'Do your jobs' and praise him when he complies. 'No' we say when he chews our furniture or cables. He runs and plays and follows us everywhere. As he sits, we say "sit" and so his training begins.
Tomorrow we plan to take him to meet the Vet. Just to say Hello and then we are taking him to the supermarket and placing him in a trolley on a blanket.
Now the one learning the hardest lesson is Thomas our nine month old Labrador who is also training to be a Guide dog. All poor Thomas wants to do is play with Jesse or Sabina and we are keeping play time to a minimum. We need peace in our home, not romping dogs. Play time will be for outside and it will be supervised.
Thomas is doing so well. We are working very hard to get him to the place where he is ready for formal training. We do our best and in the end it is up to the dog. There is no guilt in puppy raising especially if we do our best. The most important lesson Thomas is learning at the moment is self control.
Self control is something we are always learning as well.
"Start as you plan to go on". These were the parting words of our Supervisor. So we encourage him to 'Do your jobs' and praise him when he complies. 'No' we say when he chews our furniture or cables. He runs and plays and follows us everywhere. As he sits, we say "sit" and so his training begins.
Tomorrow we plan to take him to meet the Vet. Just to say Hello and then we are taking him to the supermarket and placing him in a trolley on a blanket.
Now the one learning the hardest lesson is Thomas our nine month old Labrador who is also training to be a Guide dog. All poor Thomas wants to do is play with Jesse or Sabina and we are keeping play time to a minimum. We need peace in our home, not romping dogs. Play time will be for outside and it will be supervised.
Thomas is doing so well. We are working very hard to get him to the place where he is ready for formal training. We do our best and in the end it is up to the dog. There is no guilt in puppy raising especially if we do our best. The most important lesson Thomas is learning at the moment is self control.
Self control is something we are always learning as well.
Wednesday, 1 January 2014
Jesse's First day
Jesse's First Day.
We waited at the Airport, knowing that our lives were about to change. Was this a wise decision or would we live to regret it. We now have three dogs in our home. Sabina who is six years old, Thomas who is eight months old and Jesse who is nine weeks old.
Sabina was our first service puppy. After Melody died we decided we would never have a dog of our own again. She was a black and white classic Border Collie. She was the most beautiful dog ever and we cried the day we took her to the Vet and stayed with her while she departed from this life. We mourned for three months.
Then we retired and after much discussion we decided to apply to become puppy raisers for Guide Dogs. Sabina came into our lives. What a learning curve that was for us. She turned out to be an excellent dog and the powers that be decided to breed with her. We were asked if we wanted to keep her and become Brood keepers. It took us ten days to make the final decision. We gave her up.
Jane became her carer and we booked one of her pups. The pup's name was Sizzle She was a blond Labrador and she turned out to be very unpredictable. One day she was able to do the work that was required and the next day she would be very skittish. She became a pet.
We booked another Sabina pup. This time a black male named Lenny. He was also a Labrador. What a lovely dog. Sadly he was sensitive to metal strips and would leap over them. He too became a pet and what a lovely pet he would make. I loved that dog so much.
Then Sabina was retired. This time when were offered her we jumped at the opportunity. Jane could no longer take care of her and she cried so much when she said goodbye. We cried with her as we handed a box of tissues, chocolates and a bottle of wine.
She is now our pet and we love her to pieces. The trouble is so do the pups that come into our home and Sabina is not impressed.
We waited at the Airport, knowing that our lives were about to change. Was this a wise decision or would we live to regret it. We now have three dogs in our home. Sabina who is six years old, Thomas who is eight months old and Jesse who is nine weeks old.
Sabina was our first service puppy. After Melody died we decided we would never have a dog of our own again. She was a black and white classic Border Collie. She was the most beautiful dog ever and we cried the day we took her to the Vet and stayed with her while she departed from this life. We mourned for three months.
Then we retired and after much discussion we decided to apply to become puppy raisers for Guide Dogs. Sabina came into our lives. What a learning curve that was for us. She turned out to be an excellent dog and the powers that be decided to breed with her. We were asked if we wanted to keep her and become Brood keepers. It took us ten days to make the final decision. We gave her up.
Jane became her carer and we booked one of her pups. The pup's name was Sizzle She was a blond Labrador and she turned out to be very unpredictable. One day she was able to do the work that was required and the next day she would be very skittish. She became a pet.
We booked another Sabina pup. This time a black male named Lenny. He was also a Labrador. What a lovely dog. Sadly he was sensitive to metal strips and would leap over them. He too became a pet and what a lovely pet he would make. I loved that dog so much.
Then Sabina was retired. This time when were offered her we jumped at the opportunity. Jane could no longer take care of her and she cried so much when she said goodbye. We cried with her as we handed a box of tissues, chocolates and a bottle of wine.
She is now our pet and we love her to pieces. The trouble is so do the pups that come into our home and Sabina is not impressed.
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