White Dove's

Ahhhh school holidays,,, thak goodness there over with eh! My boys over the holidays watched Most Haunted with me a couple of times,, Knowing that their Mum has been known to go out and take photos in old Cemetaries they got all brave and decided they wanted to go out and go on a photo shoot up our local Totara Cemetary.
Alright then,, I say, Come on..
it was 7pm,,, Dark but not late and we kitted out in warm jackets and hats, each of us has new batteries in our cameras, I also have a vid cam and a voice recorder, (had to make it look really professional for them, just like Most Haunted)
So we get there, park up, I put the cam onto night vision and we record us sitting in the car ready to get out and head in.
We got about ten steps in the gate and a clanging noise starts up,, Jack turned to jelly, John was ok, he was snapping photos, none of his came out, I started to record sound and vid with night vision and the clanging noise gets clearer,
We stood on the spot, quietly listening and the clanging noise was identified as a flag pole up the top of the hill with a metal piece on the rope clanging on the pole, Jack wasnt having any of it! his legs had gone weak and the energy build up was overpowering! I decided then that his fear was pulling all sorts of energy around us so we aborted the mission and headed back to the car, To be honest,, I had to swallow my own fear as it had also built up and I didnt want to let the boys see me worried LOL..  It showed me that fear within the energy field attracts spirit like a magnet,, but it wasnt in a nice way..
anyways one of the photos that Jack took captured a neat light/Orb on the move, like a little electric thing floating about, It is a little hard to see but its there, we also got a few Orb like lights floating about John when we got back to the car by the gate, then we were off..

Geeze look how long it's been since I last blogged!!! Life has been ticking over fast, more changes have happened, If you had asked me when I last blogged how my job was going I would have replied "Great!" then over night all that changed, My shift was removed leaving myself and the other M3 out in the cold. Actually I cant speak for the other M3 as she was given a A3 shift straight away and seems to burn the candle at both ends with double shifts often, Me however? well perhaps its a case of I dont tend to moan and be heard so I was left by the wayside ... The first month after loosing my shift was spent picking up what I could when I could, First I was rostered on to do shifts I was unable to do, ! warning bells started ringing and I was confused as to why this had happened seeing as it was well known I couldnt do these shifts, So then they were changed for me and I was put onto shifts that I had in the past not wanted to do! Im not a night shift sort of person but I took them on and ended up actually enjoying the hours and the ladies I was working with! I made this known several times to the powers that be knowing that one of these lovely ladies was taking this month off and that I could do her shift,, However the powers that be gave the whole months shifts to a casual!! and I was given 4 days,, Thats right, FOUR days for the whole month!! Well I was stunned... It didnt even cover the hours that they took from me! and they legally had to give me those hours as I was a full time employee ,,, I had become a problem to them,, and I got the full on feeling they wanted me gone,, and so I handed in my notice....
Now in telling you all this there is a bigger picture here, You see I do as spirit tells me to do, I was told one day last year "the time is right for you to work again" ok I said and right away looked up TM jobs and there it was, I applied right away then txt my hubby that I had a job, He was a bit confused when I told him I had this job but hadnt even got it, However as the days wore on and I was given the interview, then told him again that it was my job but still hadnt gotten it, Then I got the call and was actually able to tell him that I had been given the job and the start date was....
Now I also knew that I was there for a reason and that wasnt anything to do with work, I had alot of learning, I knew every time when one of our residents was about to pass, I learnt alot about people too and also learnt the skills I needed to in order to give the best care I could, And like all the things spirit has told me to do I went from Loving the work to not wanting to be there (working that is) over night,, I knew my time was up just before my shift was taken but I have held on for another month because I love the residents so much till finally spirit made it uncomfortable for me to be there and flicked the switch again..
Tonight is my last night of work ,,, I intend it to be fun and sad all at once but I will not be leaving them in the cold,, I will be visiting them till im told im no longer needed,, I love them too much to just walk away,, 
I have already had the next door open as that one closed and have another opportunity given to me by spirit,, my next learning is about to begin so watch this space ....

Alex, AKA Shammi is our Dear friend and its his birthday today, Shammi lives in London and is about to enjoy the spring bursting life back into his garden and thawing him himself out!! Alex avoids winters and has enjoyed many a summer in good old NZ before heading home again in time for his Birthday and the onset of the UK summer months,
We missed you this summer! and today I am starting to feel like getting the fire going for the first time this winter,
so while im warmly thinking of you here is a little Birthday Wish to warm you too..

ahhhh reflections..........

I'm a little tea pot !
teehee,,,
And so from myself and the big man and the lads
HAPPY BIRTHDAY OUR FRIEND.... WE LOVE YOU!

Pidge, a story based on fact about Piggie, written and published by Dot Meharry.....


Chapter 1,,,  The Brickworks.........

John's dad had a new job. Early in the mornings he would go to a quarry in his truck and pick up a load of clay. Then he would take it to the brickworks in the city.
John sat in the truck beside his dad. It was the holidays so he was going too. The sun was just beginning to rise as they made their way through the hills and valleys.
His Dad told him about the tall chmneys at the brickworks. He told him about the big sheds where he dumped the clay for the bricks to be ade out of. He told him about the pigeons that lived in the rafters of the sheds.
John liked birds. He had two hens at home, Took-Took and Chooky. Every day he collected their eggs in the hen house and cleaned the straw. He was looking forward to seeing the pigeons his Dad told him about.
The truck climbed slowley up the hill before winding down into the city. The load of clay was heavy.
"Can you see the chimney tops?" asked his Dad when they got to the top of the steep rise. He pointed into the distance.
John could. They looked like giant needles.
"When the clay bricks are made they have to be fired in big ovens," he said.
John's Dad talked about making bricks. He would rather have talked about te pigeons.
A cat was in the she at the brickworks that morning. She knew that sometimes baby birds fell from the nests in the rafters. She was hungry. Pigeon for breakfast would be a good way to start the day she thought. She looked up at the perching birds and licked her lips.
Then quietly she prowled around the shed, her cat eyes searching the floor as she went. Suddenly, something flapped by the wall. She was in luck. A baby bird! The cat crept closer and closer to the bundle of feathers. She was just about to pounce when John and his dad drove up to the shed.
Startled by the noisy engine the cat raced from the shed and disappeared behind some buildings in the yard. John saw her run out of the shed.
"see that cat?" he cried. "It was probably looking for a bird to eat."
The noise of the engine and the hissng of the brakes as the truck slowed to a stop, frightened some of the pigeons. They swooped out of the shed and over the rooftops.

Chapter 2,,,  Pidge

John wasnt allowed out of the truck. Saftey reasons his dad said. He looked into the rear vision mirror by his window. The hydraulics on the truck began to lift the tray full of clay.
Suddenly he saw something.
"Stop Dad," he shouted. "It looks like a bird on the ground behind us. That's what the cat was after."
"We should have a look then," Said his dad.
John's Dad lowered the tray. The two of them climbed out of te cab and walked behind the truck. A young bird was trying to fly. He flapped his little wings up and down but they were useless. His body was too plump and heavy.
John crouched beside the frightened pigeon.
"He must have fallen from a nest," he said looking up at the rafters. He saw how far they were from the ground.
"We'll have to take him home with us," he went on.
"That cat will come and eat him if we don't."
Carefully he cupped his hands under the bird. He closed his fingers over his quivering body and lifted him up.
John's Dad sighed.
"All right," he said "But lets dump this load of clay and get out of here before another one falls. You already have Took-Took and Chooky."
The little pigeon sat on John's knee in the cab of the truck. He didn't know the smells in this nest. He listened for the coos of his family but there were none. The noise he heard was like the wind and the rain on a stormy night.
How he wished he hadnt tried to fly after his Papa. His Mama had said he wasnt ready yet.
"Your body is too plump and your wings are too small," she said. "wait a little longer. Then you'll be able to fly with your Papa every day!"
His Mama had been right as usual.
John stroked the bird on his knee. There was still down underneath his new feathers. He thought about what he could feed the little bird when he got home. Took-Took and Chooky ate mash. John realised he didn't know much about pigeons. He would have to find out.
"Why dont you give the bird a name," suggested Dad as the empty truck rolled down the highway towards home.
"Mmmm." thought John.
"Pidge! That's short for pigeon!"
Pidge was hungry and his body hurt from the fall. He longed for a sip of pigeon milk from his Mama and Papa's crops. He would push his beak into their throats then use it like a straw to suck up the food. He missed the smells and the sounds in the rafters. He missed his Mama and Papa. Exhausted, Pidge slept.

Chapter 3,,, The Vet.

Back home John put some straw from Chooky's nest inside a shoebox. He shaped it like a real nest and put Pidge in it. Next he mixed some of the hen's mash with water. He put the dish of mash in front of Pidge and waited for him to try the new food. Pidge sat and sat and sat. He didn't even open his eyes to look at the food John had prepared for him.
John put mash on his fingers. He pressed Pige's beak into it. Pidge kept his beak shut tight. Over and over again John tried to get the pigeon to eat. He knew the little bird would die if it didn't eat and drink. Already he was dehydrated and weak. "You've done your best," said John's Mum quietly.
"Theres nothing more you can do to save it. It will probably be dead in the morning."
John was upset. He had saved the pigeon from the cat at the brickworks but now he was going to die anyway.
Suddenly he had an idea.
"The Vet," he cried.
"We should take Pidge to the Vet. He'll know how to save him."
Everyone scrambled into the van. This was an emergency. Pidge needed help urgently.
"EEE eee EEE eee." sang his dad as he drove "Make way! Make way! Bird ambulance coming through."
All the family tried to make John laugh so he'd feel better. It didn't work .
The vet looked at the baby bird. John told him how he had tried to get him to eat mash like Took-Took and Chooky.
The vet laughed.
"Pigeons are crop feeders," he said.
"They poke their beaks down their parents' throats to feed."
Now John understood why Pidge did not eat or drink. He did not use his beak like the hens.
"We sell crop feeders. People who rescue birds use them," the vet told them.
John's dad bought a crop feeder and some baby bird food from the vet. Then they all piled back in the van and took Pidge home. John was excited. Pidge was going to be all right now he knew how baby pigeons get food.
John put water in the crop feeder. He held it in front of Pidge. Pidge just sat and sat and sat. He did not poke his beak inside to get a drink. It was no better than the mash in the dish. There was nothing more he could do to save Pidge.

Chapter 4,,, Surprise.

At bed time John carried Pidge to his room and shut the door.
He was upset. He wished he had left him at the brickworks with his Mama and Papa. Maybe the cat wouldn't have come back to find him. Maybe he would have got back in the nest somehow.
The next morning John did not get up early as he usually did.
"Pidge will have died in the night," said his Mum.
"He'll be upset," said his Dad. "He likes birds."
His family waited and waited for him.
At last John appeared. He was carrying the shoe box. His Mum reached out and put her arms around him.
"It's all right John," she said. "Sometimes bad things happen to birds, just like people."
John looked sad.
"I tried to save Pidge," he said.
All the family crowded around to look at the dead bird.
"Surprise!" shouted John. He laughed and laughed.
Pidge looked up at the faces staring down. Peep he went in his pigeon voice. He was alive and well.
"How did you save him?" they asked all at once.
"Watch this," John said.
He got some of the vets bird food. He put it in his mouth. Then he got Pidge out of the nest and sat him in the palm of one hand. Slowley he lifted him up to his mouth. Pidge got excited. He bobbed up and down.
John pouted his lips. Then he rolled them lips back making a round hole into his mouth. He held Pidge in front of the opening. The little pigeon poked his beak in and used it like a straw. He sipped up the wet food in John's mouth.
His family was amazed. John was pretending to be a pigeon parent. Pidge flapped his little wings and peeped. He wasn't hungry any more. His new Papa was good at feeding him.
John put Pidge back in the box. He snuggled into the nest and tucked his little head under his wing. Soon he was fast asleep.
"Your a good father John," said his dad.
Everyone laughed. John was glad he had saved Pidge. When he could fly he would take him back to his Mama and Papa. He belonged with his family at the brickworks.

 

Should I be mad? Dam right I should, I am actually relieved and glad of the change tho, And now your going to hear about  it, You see I have been too busy with working and life I havnt posted for ages, I have had 8 weeks of BIG changes forcing there way into my life YET again. This time was a clean out, out with the old and into the new, well at least I feel we are half way to the new that is, heres how it panned out,
8 weeks ago I was phoned by the boy's school principle, Her and their Teacher needed to talk to me. In I go in and am sat down all seriously and told "Mrs Ritchie, this isnt going to be an easy conversation to have!" OMG I think what has happened! Well it wasnt an easy conversation for THEM thats for real! they pushed some drawings over to me stating that one of my boys had been involved in drawing pornographic material, I took one look at these and was instantly relieved, they were far from pornographic and they werent my sons art work! However, they stood firmly accusing him of doing this crime, they worked like a tag team running me in circles every time I tried to defend my son they spun it back, They insinuated my boys had access to porn in the home! OMG! an accusation I was totally disgusted at, They had even devised his punishment to not represent the school in the white cluster swimming as "We cannot have a child like that represent the school!" OMG! they proceded to calmly  try to wear me down into accepting this until I finally after half an hour of their attack I told the principle that i was going to explode on her F*@#ing head and thought to ask had they even spoken to my sone about this? NO! They hadnt! WHAT? ? ?  I couldnt believe it! I had already recognised the artworks as belonging to another boy and had stated as much, They had slipped and let out that this boy had indeed  been involved and had drawn much more explicit pics in pen and that because the pics they were showing me were in pencil and my son had a pencil in his hand? I took off out to the car and got my son, sat him down and showed him the pics, he stated that they were the other boys artworks, I asked him how come he was caught with them and that he had a pencil so they think it was his work and he stated that he was looking at them when their teacher was coming and so he sat on them to hide them! and we all had pencils MUM we were doing art!
At this point I let him return to the car and then glared at the pair of dicks that were both willing to hang draw and quarter the boy without even knowing if he had done the crime or not, and haul me in to be raked over the coals over it? yep damn right im mad!
about a week later I was given an apology, but only because my Hubby phoned her and told her in no uncertain terms what a totally incompentent principle she was and she needed to at least try to hide the fact and try to make good. phhrrrt as if!  Oh I got my apology, she made the teacher deliver it till I faced her and stated she was in the wrong, I still had to effin ask!
Now, you would think it would end there right? no such luck. You see the boy who drew the pics is the son of not only my closest friend here but also his Father was working for my hubby! I say was as the next day he went to work spouting off about it all and he ended up totally loosing the plot and quit! WOOOHOOO my hubby did a dance of joy as the guy was totally useless! I wont go into details here but do you know how hard it is to sack someone these days? it was the highlight of hubby year! and no it doesnt end yet.
He tore off home and hit the roof, to cut it short I havnt seen my firend for more than 5mins since! I am not aloud to visit her at her house, I cant txt her because he is holding her phone always, I couldnt even catch up with her at the school because he made it his mission to pick up their kids I believe in order to keep us seperate. I do however work in the same rest home as her and there I was able to talk to her a couple of times, but only a couple as our shifts arent on the same days!
So, Hubby lost a useless employee, and I was loosing a friend. NO it doesnt end there either! Their son, the drawer of the porn, then makes it his mission in life to launch a constant attack on the boys, a passive agressive stance that seen him running to tell the teacher on the boys for anything and everything on a daily basis, They couldnt fart without this bully running to tell on them, the next few weeks are spent by me daily picking them up and having my youngest in tears because of what this bully had caused that day, the older one wasnt getting as much seeing as he beat the shit out of the bully and two of his bully friends, but my heart was aching for my youngest who had done nothing in all of this and was the target. I spoke to the teacher on this several times, however nothing was done and in the end we decided that removing them was the best bet. This descision was made not only because the principle is totally incompentant, but also because by this time, things are starting to get back to us on the poison the Father was spouting off to anyone who was unfortunate enough to give him an ear! and the straw that broke the camels back was realising that the Fathers venom was seeping out of the bully son and attacking our innocent boys in order to get back at us? we figured to diffuse the situation by removing them was the best, Here you would think it would end eh? but NO. The day we pulled them out was swiftly done, early before most of the kids arrived at this small rural school so as to not cause a fuss, we shot in and the boys grabbed their stationary and we were gone. That night, we had dog shit and porn pics delivered to our letterbox. Thats right folkes, unable to touch us via our children anymore the guttless cunt made a delivery and made his statement by adding the porn to it, this was afterall what started it all, They were probably the very same pics wanked over by him that his bully son penned his artwork from!
This was when I finally snapped my knicker elastic.
I got in my car and drove to work to find my friend, I pulled her aside and stated what had been done and she defended him, she stated he was working from 8pm till 2am and couldnt have done it, yeah right! that confirmed it for me that he had driven past our letterbox early hours of the morning, an opportune time for a gutless cunt to make his move! at this point i was seething and told her that this is where it better end as I would now make it a police matter!
I was gutted, after cooling down I realised I had played right into his hands and had given him just what he longed for, a rift between my friend and myself. A week later after feeling like shit about it all I realised that HEY! some bloody friend! perhaps im better off without this one.  But hey, I dont blame her, she has to stand by her man even if he is a totally useless partner and Father and will never hold a job down, its her deal and so be it. Yep I think its ended here.
One last thing I will add to this is about the principle.
Turns out she is well known around the district as The drunkin Pub Hag who will try to get into anyone standing next to her when she has had a few! There is a rumour buzzing about the community that she has been having an affair with a former student who is 18, her oldest daughter had to be removed from one High school and placed into another due to her sexual activities in classrooms in the lunch hour and she was boozing it up at school, They younger daughter swans about the school doing as she pleases because she has different rules to evryone else as her Mother is principle, And she has the GAUL to state that my son was not aloud to represent the schools clean image ? but its OK for her to represent the school as principle with her reputation?? talk about people in glass houses!!!!!  thats right bitch, you threw that stone in the wrong direction didnt you! 
So here I sit, having taken this shift off to spend the holidays with my sons, I am starting to see the dust settle and my head become clear for the first time in weeks!
and I am no longer mad, perhaps a little sad , But with one door closing another will open and I will as always
Go with the Flow!

I went on a journey,, It took me Deep within Myself and back out again inTo the all. I went into this place with only five mins to think about weather I wanted to or not, without any idea of where it would take me or what I would experience, All I really had to go on was a trust in the person I was with and so off I went.
in an instant the only words I could spill were "I AM" and those words became my mantra echoing throuout my reality as it now was, the knots in the woodwork became eyes that rippled outwards into imp like faces with knowing grins that in turn divided into millions more imp like faces smiling and giggling, it was like being surrounded by mirrors, each one reflecting the image back into itsself in a forever dividing rotation till the first images were so small they were tiny specs of light and around it would go again, along with a roll of intense senses, taste, smell, sound, light, colour, love, sex, magic an orgasm of the all,, I looked at my cat, he was and is a part of that all, as we all are, his tabby lines lit by intense light and dancing about his now impish face, his purr sending off vibrations of light and sound, his aura orange and gold alive about him, I watched it wash a purple hue over his head when he became startled at my intensity when I touched him but his trust in me quickly washed it away again, I then used this energy and watched his aura as I pulled from him a green colour of unwell and let it fall to the ground. I looked into my own hands, through the layers, deep into the tissues, like an xray the lights danced about my joints and showed me all is in order, all is as one and as it should be, The cicadas singing and the myna's scratchy song rotating,  The blowfly I watched dance about my face leaving a trail of light and vibration in his wake,, he was beautiful. The simplicity of it all made me giggle as I understood that I AM that I AM, everything is symetrical and in order, sacred geometry.

Well here it is, The end of a year, another year, and with a blue moon to boot!
I have my crystals out in the last sunshine for this year and ready to bath in the blue moon light tonight, As am I also planning to soak up as much of the moon magic before embarking onto the next adventure in my life,
I was trying to find some high lights to write about.................. trying............... I guess there were a couple,   The Family reunion the first week in November, (at Nana's funeral) a highlight manifesting from a lowlight. Meeting my niece and nephew, meeting family members I had no idea existed,
re entering the work force as a Care Giver in a rest home hospital, that has become a rewarding time for me, although seeing off a patient a week so far has not been great but the caring for them and the love and dignity I am able to offer in their last days is a great responsilibilty and an honor,
the rest of the year ? .............. well as some of you know the first six months I was ummm  indisposed? hell I was feckin crippled! unable to do anything without huge pain. The cause of my ailment took months to diagnose, I wondered one time if I were going to end up in a wheelchair, then the drugs kicked in and I am 90% back to myself again, I hate the drugs part, having to take them for the rest of my life has been hard to accept, however I dont fancy feeling like I was again in a hurry!
I am pleased to be saying goodbye to this year,, it has been one of the hardest years in my life. I wont be celebrating it however, cant wait to see the back of it! I probably wont stay awake long enough to see in 2010 exhaustion being part of the nature of thy beast RA
I am however grateful in a way, the amount of learning and progress I have made because of it......  YES I can make a silk purse out of a pigs ear!!
I am starting 2010 by working.  I however do not intend that start to be the be all of the new year! Im far too lazy for that !!
I have no expectations, I never do, I have no resolutions , they never happen. 
I trust I have chosen my lot and as always will Go With The Flow!

HAPPY NEW YEAR TO ALL........

PS,,  the date on my blog is a day behind, im using a northern hem site and it is the 31st here in good ole NZ !!!



 

My life as a bird
was short and sweet
as the symphony
of the summer heat
unaware of keen eye upon
my wonderment of wings and flight
the claws and paws of ginger stealth
and again im into night.

Well HEAPS has happened in the last few weeks,,, HEAPS!!!!
I have had a major revamp in my way of thinking and doing things for one, taking my power back has been a most important thing, Then My Nana had a stroke, she lasted another week after that and then she passed away after another struck.
I, in this time was applying for several jobs, I landed one :-)
so in between flying down to attend my lovely Nana's funeral I was signing contracts, getting fitted for a uniform preparing for our Guy Faukes party that we have every year and generally running about like a headless chook!!
Nana was born on the 2nd October 1918, she made her 91st birthday and passed on 31st october 2009,  Her life wasnt hard neither was it easy, I loved my Nana very much, she was my best friend when I was a kid.  I stayed with Nana and Grandad every weekend till I was about 13 and my friends became more important. Nana supported me in every way, she stuck up for me always and I dont think I would be who I am today without her. Her funeral was simple and great. I met rellies I didnt remember I had and caught up with everyone. It was a reunion,
On Saturday we had our Guy Faukes party, and because Im so lazy and cant be bothered to write about 3 things your going to hear about them in one, (killing 3 birds with one stone)
This year we had HEAPS of people come up, there was a total of 20 kids and about 30 adults. We hired a porta loo and the back yard turned into a camp ground.
The guy we made this year was a depiction of a D.O.C worker as we were protesting the 1080 that they are spreading around our beautiful bush killing all in its path.
Everyone brings the fireworks they would set off and we end up having the best blast, this year especially the fireworks seemed to go on forever and the kids and adults alike were captured in the evening.
The bonfire is still smoldering 4 days later ...