Archive for October, 2008

Falling Flowers

This is the time of a year that I love and hate the most.

It’s the time that pagoda trees outside our fence start to pile up their little falling white flowers in our courtyard, which makes us have nowhere to step the feet in. I swipe, swipe and swipe, while they fall, fall and fall, I still couldn’t keep up with their speed of falling and occupying.

They are beautiful though. You probably want to find a place just like that to practise ancient Chinese Kongfu, the best would be sword, with all the falling flowers in the air floating, it truly makes a scene.

I deeply enjoy seeing them in the air, but not on the ground, or getting into my flower pots or covering our camping chairs. It’s so hard to make the courtyard tidy and neat at this time of a year that no matter how hard you do, they just keep coming.

Sometimes I even think of chopping off the tree or dreaming to get my next place free of this situation, but for the god sake, every living things that make you happy come with some sacrifices that make you painful. So I am having a little dilemma here, am I?

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Solution-Oriented Brief Therapy

I wen to Cooma for a Mental Health training today. We were at least half an hour late due to travel issues, but when I got in to the meeting room, I instantly got drawn into the topic.

It’s about a kind of approach of talking therapy belongs to the big family of system therapy, called “Solution-oriented Brief Therapy”. It took me a while to get my heads around as I missed the beginning part, but after having seen a couple of counselling DVD demos, I felt that all I have known from my previous academic training had all started to come back together.

I was amazed by two assumptions that had made based this theory: one is they assumed that clients are expert; The other one is they pointed out that there is not a necessary logical linkage between problems and solutions.

Basically speaking, this therapy is more focusing on to help clients to achieve their goals rather than on the problem(s) that brought them to counselling, which I found very interesting, as most of my psychological training emphasised on finding the DEEEEEEEEEP reason that caused the problems. And that, usually time consuming, sometimes produced little results on soothing people the negative feelings or making them feel better or contributing towards their behaviour or belief changes.

I was particularly fascinated with the power of The Miracle Question as a very important part of this therapy. It aids the client to envision how the future will be different when the problem is no longer present. Also, this may help to establish goals. A traditional version of Miracle Question is like this:

“Suppose our meeting is over, you go home, do whatever you planned to do for the rest of the day. And then, some time in the evening, you get tired and go to sleep. And in the middle of the night, when you are fast asleep, a miracle happens and all the problems that brought you here today are solved just like that. But since the miracle happened over night nobody is telling you that the miracle happened. When you wake up the next morning, how are you going to start discovering that the miracle happened? … What else are you going to notice? What else?”

I couldn’t help imaging how I am going to develop a tailored version miracle question for a person who had a relationship problem in his life. I think that would help a lot to make him feel more clear about his options, the negativeness and the positiveness.

To be honest, I don’t think this therapy would help me a lot at the work, but certainly it broadened my horizontal about how to effectively talk to those people in troubles. I guess I enjoy doing it and maybe I am good at it as well?

All these past two decades, I think I didn’t change a bit. If 16 years ago, I said I was not quite sure about why I chose to do psychology, now I know it’s just a part of me, no matter how old I am, what jobs I did and how I would choose my lifestyle to be. I just love playing this sort of mental game. It’s a part of me and something in me that makes me feel comfortable to deal with. Maybe not so much enjoy listening to other people’s craps or shits, but the part of seeing and making changes happening, is what I like.

By the way, my definition of “being comfortable” is something that could possibly need a lot of efforts from you to achieve results, but doesn’t even make you feel worse than pulling a hair off your head.

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Chili Diary Part 3: The Very First Pair of Leaves

Here it is. The day No.18th.

I’ve seen the leaves coming up to form the very first pair. So far there are total 4 seeds germinated. Another 4? Still working hard to dig up a hole above their heads in the soil, I guess?

All right, I think there is a debate between me and my husband around if I should leave the new sprouted seedlings in full sun or leave it on south facing window sill (mind you we are in Australia and it’s bright for a south facing window but not getting direct sun at all) until later when there are more leaves and the plant gets stronger? I know chili love full sun but I am not sure what time would be the most appropriate to start to get them into the care of full sun.

Also I noticed that the colour of new sprouts are not as green as I thought it is supposed to be. It’s fairly new kind of baby green with light yellow tone. So anybody knows if this is normal? Or any suggestions about my question about sun issue?

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DFO

As scheduled two weeks ago, I went to DFO with one of my girlfriends this morning. I only had expected to spend maybe a couple of hours in there, but due to my mobile phone playing up with the changing of day time saving, I actually ended up having one hour short. My watch was showing the time one hour forward. It made me really rush up when I was over there.

Even though we still couldn’t get back until 12:45pm. There were too many things to look at and try on :-) 2 piece of items for only 20 bucks, or 3 for 15 bucks…lots of shoe shops and I always can look into something interesting. I was more restrained than my girlfriend was. She bought about 3-4 shirts and one pair of shoes and a PJ set. I could have spent another 20 bucks at least, but I really well behaved myself :-)

I actually bought another pair of high heels in the same shop where I bought my canvas walking shoes last time. It was only 15 bucks. The shop’s name is Rubi. The shoes in there are very very funny and kinky. The ad says Rubi shoes make you superficial. My God, a shocker! Doesn’t seems good, but sometimes people do superficial style, do they? In the matter of the fact, I found them extremely comfortable, given that they are high heels. How many high hells did you find really comfortable to walk on?

So when I got back home, I had that sort of “silly flush” on my face from satisfaction and excitement. It’s part of women’s post-shopping syndromes. It took me a bit of time to cool down the overheated blood in my body. Mind you that I didn’t really buy a lot or spend much, but I still got it :-)

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Chili Dairy Part 2: Germinating

Today is day No. 14 since I sowed the seeds.

In the last two weeks, I waited and waited and waited……nothing I could see until last night. I think I am running out of my last bit of patience, and I can’t help thinking that I might just had another failure once again, no matter I like it or not. It’s still a box of black seed raising mix but nothing else. Seriously all this has been very depressing, especially for someone like me, who always wants to change the world overnight :-(

Guess what? I wouldn’t have been here posting this and sharing the bad feelings with you if I had nothing new to tell you. This morning, thanks the God, in the morning of the day No.15, I saw one seed germinating in this piece of frustrating land. The colour of new shoot was so bright that you just wouldn’t miss noticing it among the blackness.

I screamed, with great surprise and excitement……

May I share my joy with you, even though you might not care at all? :-)

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Braidwood and My Country Moments

It looks like recently I have been doing a lot of travelling in the region. We went to Braidwood this morning to attend a support group meeting in the hospital.

I personally like Braidwood a lot. I’ve been here several times in the past 5 years. I remember one time I came here with my mom and dad. We went to the gallery located in the old building of Commonwealth Bank and I had a lovely time there seeing the paintings, some craftworks done by the local artists.

Comparing to Bungendore, I actually like Braidwood better. This town has sort of artistic atmosphere that Bungendore hasn’t got. Maybe I am wrong, but I hate a lots of things that I see in Bungendore, like their service station (as if it’s already in the era after the earth had been destroyed) and horrible markets for farming supplies, in which I found nothing appealing.

However to be honest, I think the country lifestyle actually starts to grow on me over the past many years. I am now more comfortable with the idea of living in a farm with x amount of acres in a remote area. So when I am thinking of it, it doesn’t make me feel scared as much as it used to be.

That’s why on the way back to Queanbeyan, I was so interested when my colleague invited me to go to her place to see her garlic crop. She owns a property about 20 ks off the Queanbeyan town and I heard a lot about her chooks, vegetable gardens and other interesting stuff that only people living in country could tell.

It is a cold and windy day. But I was cheerful enough when we got there. Maddie, a beautiful 7 years old Border Collie, rushed to us barking when we got closed to the gate. Probably she realised that I was a stranger. She followed us around in the property wherever we go and sniffed me to make sure I am not a terrorist. I was very impressed to see her sending us off with her innocent eyes but ceased following at that gate completely. She just wouldn’t step even one foot outside this property.

My colleague picked some spinach leaves and threw them into the shed for chooks. They looked so manic and immediately ran up to their food. I was amused. Couldn’t help thinking once upon a time how they got caught and killed by hawks when there was no fence above their heads before, according to my colleague. Poor chooks, did they fight or surrender under those fierce claws?

Well, animals….apart from trying to survive, what else do you expect them to worry?

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