The Rat and the Carpet Snake – The Classic Children’s Tale

On our property in Toowoomba, Qld, I used to keep my horses’ feed in 44 gallon drums to keep it away from the rats that frequented the shed. Usually, the 6-foot carpet snake that lived in the shed would be found curled up like a great ship’s rope, except every couple of weeks there’d be a rat-shaped bulge right in the middle, and the snake would be asleep digesting it’s meal behind the stables.

On this occasion, it was winter, and about 3 degrees Celsius in the morning when I went to school. Mum would usually take me in the car, as there wasn’t any transport as far out of Toowoomba as we lived. Mum and I got into the car, and immediately heard a strange noise coming from the engine.


Ok I have to stop the the story here for a moment. Perhaps you’re wondering what a picture of some butterflies hovering over some hearts could possibly have to do with this post? Well I used to have a photo of a lovely carpet snake here, but Wanderingsoul2015 (see comment below) had some objections, so I’ve substituted this happy little artwork here instead. If you wish to view the correct photo, please contact me (Emily) at and I will be more than happy to send it to you. Now if someone (not saying who) doesn’t mind, back to the story…

I looked at my mother, a little bit alarmed. ‘What could that be?’ I asked.

‘I’m not sure, but it doesn’t sound too good’ said Mum, ‘I’ll stop at a service station and ask them to take a look’.

We continued on our way, and eventually found a service station that was attended (remember those anyone?).

We drove in and Mum asked the mechanic ‘Would you mind taking a look at the engine? I think there’s something wrong’.

‘Certainly’ came the reply, as the mechanic popped the bonnet and prepared to look into the engine bay.

There was a moment’s silence, until a strangely muffled voice said ‘What the bloody hell?’, and the man came to the driver’s side window, a decidedly green colour.

‘There’s bits of rat all over the place!’ he exclaimed.

We thought for a minute, then realised that in winter the rats would sleep on the car battery for warmth, and one had failed to wake up in time that morning, and had lost it’s life to the fan.

And so to the business end of the post. This is in response to Writing 101’s Day 6 (yes, I’m slightly behind I know) assignment, adding a multiple choice poll for you, my devoted fans, to use. Apparently we have to collect ideas from you dearest readers, although by logic I should think you’d want to keep them for yourself, don’t you? Perhaps you could take this opportunity to tell me what you really think of me!


Learning To Be Patient

I’ve been having quite a few ‘aha’ moments lately, I’ve realised that there are forces in the universe that are working very hard to lead me to a safer, more productive and happier place in my life. This wouldn’t have been possible even just a year ago, because I wasn’t ready to listen and learn from something far bigger than myself. I was arrogant, closed and afraid of life and other people; it was the more negative emotions that were controlling my life. Anger, feels good at the time, but regret will come quickly and it’s a bit hard to take back the devastating words that tend to come out. The catch is, of course, the effect it has on us in our day to day experiences; if you let anger through, you will tend to find it will own you.

I certainly don’t have all the answers, in fact far from it. I’m struggling with what God is trying to teach me: but that’s ok, it may take time but the concepts I’m trying to grasp are life-changing and I know whatever time I have left on this earth I will continue to develop as God guides me. There is a time and place for everything; this is promised to us, so whatever your journey however short I believe the answers will come when we die. Some things we simply aren’t meant to know, and I think comfort can be derived from that.

I was led to start writing again after years of silence, I know I clammed up and became quite insecure about what I wrote, who to and why. Especially what I wrote, because I’ve always been a very harsh critic and judgemental about every single sentence. I’m still that way, my aim for the start of writing this blog was to write about the impact my diabetes has had on my life but even though I’ve taken a pseudonym I’m finding that every time I post something, the anxiousness will well up and I’m waiting for the critism. It’s not the way to think, I fully understand that, but now I can see the way forward.

The answer is in letting go, I need to care more about my feelings and thoughts. Your opinion and good will is important, I certainly don’t want to hurt anyone or cause them problems. This is my story however, my chance to fulfil my own promise to myself and write freely about my life and what’s happened, and dare I think I might help someone else along the way. I need to keep a focus on the positive and realise the good I’m doing for myself by freeing up the writer inside, the ‘inner writer’ who wants to discuss everything she possibly can cover and really cares about.

If we come from a false place how can we possibly focus on connecting through one another and share our experiences? If we focus on the negative we become the negative, and the same is true for the positive.  We are both the student and the teacher in life, but if you’re not open to that, your journey will be short and pointless. Open yourself to the universe and God, and literally anything can happen.


I never thought that people would accept me as someone with something important to say, to help others understand the things in life that are so vital. I’m ready to accept that my role belongs to God, and it’s what God says that’s important because He knows me and knows what’s best for me. It easy to know exactly what’s going to happen to us along the way, or even to know ourselves. If we get things right, we’ll keep evolving along the way. That’s why God is our guide, He made us and has seen what can become if we surrender to Him, trusting Him with our journey. Have you ever heard the saying ‘Hope for the best and plan for the worst’?

I’m typing away at the speed of light here; do you think writer’s block occurs not when we run out of material (for our lives are material) but when we try to stop that person within us from speaking from the heart, as one person to another?I’d love to hear your thoughts on this, so please feel free to write in the comments below. This is in response to Day 5 of Writing 101, ‘Hook ’em with a quote’, and I’ve picked the place to find the ultimate quote – the Bible (always pick the best for you) Done and done my friends.


Secrets and Lies

Today is day four of Writing 101, and I’m going to take liberties here and combine yesterday’s single word assingment and the photo challenge for today. If I can do things the lasy way then I will. This kind of writing is another depature for me, I set myself a cetain amount of time and just wrote whatever came into my head, and I haven’t even looked at it to be honest.

Update; I just discovered the Writing 101 assignment is to write a letter to someone you want to let know about something, so I think it’s obvious who I would be referring to by name. I promise you I wouldn’t break this news to him via the internet, however he’s simply not interested in reading my blog, so I can publish this without fear.

He doesn’t know how I’m seriously contemplating leaving him. I’ve imagined what it will be like away from him and all I imagine is a sense of release and freedom. I’ve been someone that I’m not due to things beyond my control, and now everything about him leaves me cold. He thinks he doesn’t know how I feel but how can he not notice my mono-syllabic answers to the endless questions that come from him because he doesn’t think, and he doesn’t possess any common sense whatsoever.

It’s not just that however. No self-esteem makes him crave my love and affection like a starving child and he is a child really. He looks to me for everything, and I wish he would have the courage to have an original thought. I’ve tried to include him before on the things that interest me, but he doesn’t make any comment out of non interest and apathy. He only wants to talk about himself and he’s suffocating me slowly. I can’t believe that I chose this boy as my partner as the sames are superficial but the differences go all the way to the bone. He actually thinks so very little of himself that he will take anyone who will take care of him, he will listen to all my advice and talk animatedly about it but takes none of it. There is no purpose, no structure to his life and I’m so very disappointed as I do value me although I can’t recognise the person I am because things have changed for me.

I will not swallow the person I am anymore because this is my life and I refuse to live in the conditions I am. He doesn’t have any standards, so little care for our daily life that anything is good enough for him, that’s ok if he wants it but not for me. I want to go back to university and outwardly he’s fairly sanguine about it saying ‘you need intellectual stimulation’. Has he only just learned that? Hasn’t he known what I need? I know he wants me to take care of his business for him but that’s a monumental task as in four years he’s never saved money, kept records of what he’s earned or spent, he lets money slip out of his fingers and now he has the absolute hide to tell me he spends a lot of his time getting me to all the various doctors I need to govern my life and then he says ‘It’s not your fault’. I know it’s not my fault and how dare he infer by his first statement that I’m responsible for this?

I can’t believe that I didn’t see this coming because I’m supposed to be intelligent, street-smart, a capable woman mentally and emotionally but since we moved here in I’ve lost myself and become weak and frail, too sick to know or care about my treatment at his hands. I feel ashamed that I let things go so far and accepted abuse instead of love and he thinks I’m going to be satisfied with that. He doesn’t know that I’m beginning to have a lot of contempt at the things he says, the things he does to please me because he fears I will leave. I will leave and deep down he knows it, so predictably he’s doing all the things he should have done when we moved in here for he knew my frailness (and how I despise it) means I can’t do housework as I disappear in a world of pain.

The most simple of things he cannot do for me. He can’t bring me a cup of tea without prompting by me, he doesn’t think to ever ask me. He doesn’t ask me about my day and my interests but launches into a monologue about his day. He tells me he can’t take this job or that one because ‘If I go over time, I won’t be able to get you dinner’. He uses me as his excuse not to try at anything and I resent it deeply.

I know what his friends will think of me, I will be judged and called ‘that bitch’ and there will be endless hours of discussion on who saw it coming and who was flabbergasted. They will speculate on how I can leave such a wonderful person, and say ‘She doesn’t know what she’s missing mate’, nodding sagely over their beers but that’s not true. I do know what I’ll be missing and I’m glad about it. I will be living alone but I’d rather do that then live in a toxic relationship where I come out the loser.

I have to put aside my ethics about lying and keep all this a secret for the time being because I need to plan my escape, and tell him when I have things organised. I know I’ll have to sell my beloved car and I find myself resenting having to do that, but I need the money to move. He’s spent all my savings so I’m at a severe disadvantage and I know I won’t ever get that back. I don’t understand how he can be so desperately irresponsible so that I have to pay the bills out of my meagre pension, he should be helping me out, and he honestly thinks that helping me out with the shopping is good enough, and it’s simply not, not by a long shot. At best it’s condescending and at worst it’s neglect because I have to put money in our bills account as I don’t want money to be withdrawn and put the account into debit. How on earth would he ever live without me because he’s getting discounts because of me so how would he survive? I know the answer to that, he’ll go back to his parents so they can take care of him, and they’re welcome to him. If they think they’ve brought him up properly they’re sadly mistaken as I’m the one who’s had to do everything for him, I ‘ve organised the move, the rent, insurance, got him an insurance broker, told him about every facet of life on your own but I’m not going to be his mother anymore.

Yesterday he made a desperate attempt to please me, he started doing the things that I’ve been needing him to do around the house that I’ve been wanting him to do for many months, but it didn’t earn any points with me. I’m sure he’s only done it because he’s noticed the change in me lately, that I don’t hand out advice any more, I don’t cuddle him or attempt to talk about myself and he’s frightened I’ll leave him. All he’s doing is driving me away by his compliance because I’m sure he doing it for all the wrong reasons, not that he loves me but because he fears losing me. Lately he’s started to tell me that I’m right, he pauses to consider my words carefully and says ‘You’re right, you’re right’ but I know he’s not really listening to me, he’s just trying to please me and that’s the last thing I want.

I have to leave.


I like, I’ve Lost, I’ve Learned

In response to Writing 101 assignment day two: As this a writing exercise, I decided it would be prudent to change my writing skills on their head, and just to make it really different for myself and everyone, I’ve lost my head completely and added a photo of a Double Delight rose, which I grew myself, for aesthetic purposes (I don’t even know myself today!).


I like the world around me, and,
the colours bursting through a poem
my mother’s cat reminds me of
a childhood and a home

I’ve lost my way and cannot find,
my way around for long,
please tell me why the anguish builds
and makes me sing my song

I’ve learned and
in my capricious life
this is the way I’m thinking now
that gets me into strife!


Who Am I and Why Am I Here? I Write Because…

As I’ve decided to throw my luck in with both Blogging University and Writing 101, I decided to combine the posts and here we are.

I’ll get the biographical stuff out of the way first. My name is Emily and I live in Australia in a beautiful area of Melbourne (who am I kidding it’s all beautiful because it’s Australia and Melbourne has been named the most livable city in the world).

I’m here to learn. It’s important to me to produce the best possible blog that I can for myself and my readers. I joined the esteemed ranks of WordPress at the end of September 2015, and the whole idea was to write mainly for myself, record some memories and really enjoy myself and my writing. So far it’s been thrilling, but stressful and I can’t figure out if that’s a good or bad thing! I think it means I’ve been caring a little too much about what I write, and post. I’ve been wrestling over pieces white-knuckled and pop-eyed very late until the night here, so I asked myself what the original reason for getting a website was…  I adore writing, but I’m unsure of my writing style. Am I funny, sad, serious (God forbid) or practical about my writing? Perhaps all of these things, but one can’t make a website for everything. I don’t think there’s any one good way to write, part of the reason I’m here is to read other people’s blogs because you all have a different writing style, and vastly different things to say. I’ve already read a few of your blogs, and the wonderful diversity came through really well.

What I’ve also realised is that what I write is up to me because it’s my blog, my site and I control what goes on there, so why am I afraid to experiment? When I first started this site, I spent two weeks learning about WordPress, as mainstream as it is, because i’ve forgotten all I learnt at university, I did a year of Information Systems, which comprised of the basics of html, database stuff, and Visual Basic (shudder). I was attempting a Bachelor of Social Science (Psychology), however due to complications of type 1 diabetes I lost my leg below the right knee (Well it was amputated, let’s be honest) so I had to give up uni and learn to live with it. I’m telling you this because I’ve decided to go back to uni and get that degree, although I can’t get recognition for the work I’ve already done but that’s ok, I have time and I know that I need to go over things as it’s been a while.

By now you’ll of course using a pseudonym. I didn’t when I started writing, but as this is an exercise in honesty and making myself write about the things I find most uncomfortable in life I’ve changed everything over to the name of my site, except for my first name which really is Emily. I consider this to be a form of ‘online therapy’ so I will be open about the things that trouble me, so I have to be fairly unapologetic about what I write. If the last month has taught me anything, it’s that I need not be afraid what I write about because people are mostly kind and helpful, as long as you ask for help. My advice to anyone new to blogging would be take risks, play around with your website until you find a theme that suits you and post to your heart’s content, especially on the commons because we’re all here to learn and get the most out of this experience. I’m looking forward to getting to know you, and your blogs.