The Love Of Oranges

The Love of Oranges

A man offered me an orange

He wanted me to try

I would not accept his orange

But I wouldn’t tell him why

Again he offered me his orange

He gently whispered “please taste”

Furiously i shook my head

“NO!” I shouted with haste

See, i’d once been given an orange

I ate it, it had looked fine

But this orange made me ill

Afterwards I suffered a long time

Again the man came to see me

Holding out the orange in his hand

I knocked it to the floor and screamed


The man picked up the orange

He said “But i’ve grown that just for you”

I have tendered and looked after,

The tree on which it grew

I only wanted you to have it

So we could share something nice

He put the orange back in his pocket

He walked away and looked back twice

Now his orange did look ok

But so had the one before

I had suffered so much though,

“Never again!” i had swore

But how could i be sure

This orange would be as bad?

“Wait” i shouted to the man

With all the strength i had

“I will try your orange

But just a small piece for now

And if your orange is a good one

I promise i’ll try the rest somehow”

So I tried the orange

Just a little bit at a time

I’d forgotton how good it tasted

Afterwards I felt fine

I’ve now eaten many oranges

From this kind man’s tree

Although some may have pips

His oranges are healthy and good for me

By Claire Baker

New life old mistakes

“life is like a box of chocolates, you don’t know what you may get” It is one of those nice statements that people always try to throw to you to cheer you up. but if your anything like me and have the unique ability of always being able to pick the coffee ones (I really don’t like coffee creams) then this type of kindness is like a smack in the face. I tried getting used to how my life was (learning to like coffee cream so to speak) but I’m still unsatisfied. I have way too much in my life and someone  sold me the line “that you ladies now-a-day can have it all” Sorry girls it’s a lie. It is true you have all the opportunity you need to do what you want, but don’t be fooled it believing you can have it all.

Have a career, be a great mom, and look amazing with an amazing house to match. you can’t, nor do you need at that and god help us if we are judging others by these, better take that yard stick and hit yourself with it first. you can not do all to 100% quality (burn out!) women can juggle so much but in the end if you are truly honest you have one thing that you do, you drop things for it, you compromise to meet it, you define yourself by it. If you don’t then you need to pick one.

I’m struggling with mine but i do know its being a mom, close second to having a career, not a job, i have one of those and it knows it serves a purpose only. i have in the past balanced all the big three. result? epic fail. Crashed my whole world, risked my children, lost friends, lovely home and got divorced had to leave a patch of heaven for a broken old town. Best decision i ever made! It saved my life, truly. So i cant have it all but i can chop and chance when the opportunity opens the door.

My children thank me everyday for my decision to put them first. God knows i have to fight hard for me but i’d kill for them. To find them happy, trying hard at school, at things they want to achieve (no matter how obscured) the fact they know their own mind, it all lets me know they are by definition my children.

Dare i risk changing my priority to get a career? How much time do i have left to really make one out of whats left of me? Would it even satisfied my “itch” or it this more peer pressure to preform?


Question your self.

“A man and his young son get in to his car and go for a drive, but disaster strikes and they are involved in a big crash. The man is killed and the young son taken to hospital. At the hospital the boy is rushed to surgery, but the surgeon says “I can not operate on this boy, he is my son”

Read it again.

Now ask your self was it obvious to you that the surgeon was the boy’s mother?
Maybe if your Canadian or Australian this might have only confused you for a second or two. however it took me 5 attempts, is this because I’m thick? or do I still live in a male privileged society?

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