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Tuesday, June 01, 2004

 
learning to sing the song that will scare my fears away

 
SALT Shadowing - Part One

I observed a speech and language therapist at Merstham Health Centre today and it was even more useful than i thought it would be. It was great to see someone in action but also to chat to her about it all really helped. I also think that talking to a human (and one who only graduated last year) instead of a university made it all seem a bit more real and attainable. At the moment it feels like everyday brings me something to affirm for me that this is the right path.

The Vixen and the Crows

Yesterday evening i came home and my dad started shouting downstairs "Brianne!! Brianne!! Quick!!" I ran upstairs and he was looking out the window. When i joined him there i saw a vixen standing beneath the oak tree looking through the grass. She was beautiful and i stood there a half hour watching her in the twilight. When i was little i believed that foxes were magical. The resident crow couple didn't think much of her though, they sat on a branch above her head swearing for all they were worth but she did not pay them attention. It was only when they hopped down to the ground nearby to continue their tirade that she finally deigned to look at them before returning to her search. That was enough for the crows they fled the scene but i could still hear them as they flew away.



Monday, May 31, 2004

 
hello...fluffy, you must be so hungry.

i haven't blogged in ages apart from putting that photo up and that was just me trying it out. i have meant to blog many times but i have been so absolutely shattered that i just couldn't be bothered.

Today i tried to rescue a sparrow. Gemma came walking in to the living proudly bearing her prize but i don't think my reaction was quite the one she had expected (i'm not a cat stop bringing me your kill). Thus followed a few moments of me chasing the cat into the kitchen and round and round the table until finally diving under the table an catching the bird (by the way i sprained my ankle yesterday so this was all quite painful). The bird laying gasping for air in my hand and i made a little nest of tissue for it in a teabag box (its all i had to hand). But later i found it lying feet up and dead. So that is today so far.


Things are going better at work. After having some feedback from Debbie i feel much better about where i stand and things are progressing well. The rest of the term should be exciting and i'm learning to unicycle for arts week at the end of june (my legs are covered with bruises and i have fallen on my bum quite a few times. the things we do in the name of education). My demo of salsa dancing went well too. The kids seem to enjoy it (probably thought i was a complete nut) and i didn't even feel nervous. Its quite amazing when i think how far i have come in confidence. maybe i should get some photos of the unicycling and post them up here, that should give a few people a laugh.

I was going to blog about some dreams i have had recently but i'm not sure that i should do that anymore. Dreams are so personal and so up for interpretation, who knows what people will read into them? Est you used to tell me about your dreams, you should go back to doing that.








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