message in a bottle

Had a few reds tonight and feel like a yabber. How i wish i had logged every wish i made to jolly ol Santa or God or whatever bartering, wheeling and dealing i did on a daily basis! Ive been experiencing some childhood wishes come to fruition and although grateful for the blessing i cant say im feeling the same urgency or importance of the wishes i made back then now. I always believed that no matter what we wish or pray for, if we wish with pure intention, hard enough that it will be delivered. And i still believe this to be a truth. Would say i live by this strength in faith about what we pray for. I dont think we have any control over the timing or method of delivery but be assured it will be delivered.
I found old journals lying around in my childhood bedroom here in OZ. Almost everything i journaled nine yonker years ago has come into my reality by now. And that scares the living crap out of me! At the same time its so reassuring that during the dark times when we cant seem to understand why and how things work out the way they do that we can trust that somewhere theres a magic marker penning our deepest desires and making sure they do and can happen.
I was thinking that the tradition of writing a wish on a piece of paper and sending it off in a bottle to reach an unknown destination is really quite an effective ritual. I have never tried this to see if it works but think in theory the application of wishing/praying and then letting go can be quite effective.
Anyway today was a strange strange day and i just kept thinking how funny it is that we get so worried and stressed when things dont work out the way we want them to in the moment. That there is the possibility that timing has a lot to do with wish fulfillment and that in times of despair thats just really all thats needed to be remembered.

Scratching the itch

Scratching the itch

Ive been taking care of two one month old puppies here in Malacca. Their names are "Blackie" and "Brownie" named respectively after the color of their coats. They are the most adorable bilingual pups ive ever come across. Both have a pretty bad dose of fleas because the weather here is so moist and sticky most of the time. My uncle baths them daily but cant seem to stop the fleas from coming back. 

I have watched both dogs reacting to their case of fleas in different ways. Blackie seems to take the approach of ignoring they are irritating him. He finds things to explore and destruct in the garden, takes joy in savoring each chew of his chicken bones and really seems to be quite ok living with the itch daily. Brownie on the other hand has taken the neurotic route. Hes been tearing his coat apart with scratching. Cant seem to find a moment to forget the fleas that are bugging his wellbeing and keeps trying to get back to the state of non-itchiness he once felt. Its not working. He itches to alleviate pain but as a result he pulls hair out and causes himself even  more pain and irritation. And his skin is just so sensitive to everything now. Poor bugger! 

I feel like im learning a lot from these dogs. Ahhhhh to scratch or not scratch... 

Did i mention i have mosquito bites all over? Emotional ones. Hungry little suckers mosquitos. I have this unending longing to itch the bites too. Im taking a page from Blackie's example and going to tear up the garden before i give them a good scratching.