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Chronicles of Charis: Flavourless
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A cyber journal of sorts. A funny thing is happening to me. And not funny in the haha-I-put-my-knickers-on-inside-out kind of way. More like funny in the have-you-ever-noticed-that-the-lining-in-your-knickers- always-opens-to-the-front kind of way. Everything is losing its flavour. The edible and the non- edible. Dr Suess, may he rest in peace with the least of a crease in a fleece from his niece, defined my trappings. He called it "the waiting place". The Shrink is IN. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom).
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Chronicles of Charis: Chasing a Dream
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A cyber journal of sorts. For the most part, I am a very level-headed, non-airy-fairy kind of girl. I like practical. I like logical. I like relevant. And for the longest time this is how I lived my life. Practically, logically, relevantly. Which is all good and proper, I suppose. I did the right things. Made the right decisions. Followed the obvious paths as they came up before me. At first this road looks pretty straightforward, pretty smooth and even. So off I go! This is what I do! I chose the dream.
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MIDWIFE CRISIS: 10/01/2008 - 11/01/2008
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The day to day trials and tribulations of an out-of-practice midwife/ in-practice mom. Thursday, October 30, 2008. From the very first breath, I have inhaled an uncharted future. I have suckled on this air. It has sustained me. A breeze turns my head to the east. Always to the east. The horizon is glowing orange in anticipation of a new day. I breathe. In. Out. It is a wonder how this air keeps me. Always enough. A life offering a life. I breathe. In. Out. Tomorrow there will be more. I am tentative....
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MIDWIFE CRISIS: 06/01/2009 - 07/01/2009
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The day to day trials and tribulations of an out-of-practice midwife/ in-practice mom. Tuesday, June 30, 2009. And so the Celestial Bodies Spoke. I asked the sun dancer and the moon child how the story ended. What should the guardian angel do to help the little moonbeam princess regain her silver light? How would she get the moonshine back in the sky amongst the stars? I know the angel can do it, mom," little T-bird's eyes were bright and shining. Thursday, June 25, 2009. The sun and the moon. And when I...
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MIDWIFE CRISIS: Should I be worried?
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The day to day trials and tribulations of an out-of-practice midwife/ in-practice mom. Wednesday, July 15, 2009. Should I be worried? She was staring absentmindedly out of the car window as we drove the wet roads to Hout Bay. Raindrops left perforated trails against her window and she watched them for a while, tracing her finger along their interrupted pathways. Mom," she said at last, " have you and Dad ever robbed a bank? No, but like stealing," she offered. "Have you guys ever stolen something? Coming...
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MIDWIFE CRISIS: 04/01/2009 - 05/01/2009
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The day to day trials and tribulations of an out-of-practice midwife/ in-practice mom. Tuesday, April 21, 2009. Prostitutes and Purple Pipes. I've been a very bad blogger, I know, but to make up for it, I have two new, never before seen, brand-spanking new, entirely nascent AirBear sayings to make up for it. I sigh. "Airie, I'll tell you when you're older, ok? Mom," I see big eyes pleading at me in the rear-view mirror, "you need to tell us now! Why not when you're older? The next story opens with me on ...
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MIDWIFE CRISIS: Moved On
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The day to day trials and tribulations of an out-of-practice midwife/ in-practice mom. Friday, November 16, 2012. Posted by Jess Commaille. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Coming from a midwifery background, I have a great love of pregnancy and birth. Throw in a creative spirit, and you get a passion for photographing expectant families and newborns. Love, love, love it! View my complete profile. The boy that could shoot. I mean with a camera, not a gun! The New PostSecret Book. When budding dreams a...
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MIDWIFE CRISIS: 11/01/2008 - 12/01/2008
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The day to day trials and tribulations of an out-of-practice midwife/ in-practice mom. Saturday, November 29, 2008. And this is the way things are. Except if the running water is a leaking washing machine, or a drip in the back of the toilet. No. That's just messy. And annoying. Sort of like a man can be too. Don't get me wrong. I wouldn't change my man for a whole bag. But there are times. a day or two every month (by. But on the inside he's all, "Where did I put that chest plate? I know it was with my ...
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Chronicles of Charis: 2010-06
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A cyber journal of sorts. The Chemistry of Farting. Ok - so it is as it is. We all have little bugs in our colons producing quantities of gas every day that have to come out. And at some stage, we've all released the devil's breath in the bath. Underwater like. For a change. Each potent little bubble must contain a bunch of sulphur dioxide molecules, right? You can't deny that rotten egg whiff! And here you are, obliviously mingling sulphur and H2O. One plus one, people! Labels: Acts of God. Life On the ...
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Chronicles of Charis: A good life will go on
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A cyber journal of sorts. A good life will go on. Wow How many times have I stared at Blogger and thought: You bad, bad blogger. Sit down now and write something. Anything. For Pete's sake, just do it! Has there not been anything to write about? No There has been plenty. Then why not write? And I tired, on the whole, to keep things upbeat, humorous. By the time I shut " Midwife Crisis. Down, I was convinced that I was no longer in need of anti-depressants, psychiatrists or blogging as cheap therapy.
