Others Chain Story CCS2010

Chain Story CCS 2010

This is my Chain Story in CCS 2010

i start with a sentence 

"This Is a Dream"

others participants will add in some sentences 

to make up a "chain Story"

from a dream, move to "berak"

then go to seek for Dr. MK

come back to trusting doctor 

go to "Mistake"

it looks not relevant at all

but when look again~ and again~

i found that it is so interesting

when related with my current practice 

client some times will treat me as DOCTOR

seeking advice, hoping to gain magic formula, to fix the problem

but,client are not toilet, counsellor is not plumber

how to fix??

if i am trying to fix, i might become "good intention idiot" (GI2)

sometimes, just have to go "berak" ~ to download all the -ve e motions

to release, to disengage myself

well...

practice again~

Dragonfly and Waterbugs

A Parable Describing Death As A Transition to A Better Afterlife

Down below the surface of a quiet pond lived a little colony of water bugs. They were a happy colony, living far away from the sun.

For many months they were very busy, scurrying over the soft mud on the bottom of the pond. They did notice that every once in a while one of their colony seemed to lose interest in going about with its friends. Clinging to the stem of a pond lily, it gradually moved out of sight and was seen no more.

"Look!" said one of the water bugs to another.

"One of our colony is climbing up the lily stalk. Where do you suppose she is going?" 

Up, up, up it went slowly. Even as they watched, the water bug disappeared from sight. Its friends waited and waited but it didn't return.

"That's funny!" said one water bug to another. 

"Wasn't she happy here?" asked a second water bug.

"Where do you suppose she went?" wondered a third.

No one had an answer. They were greatly puzzled.

Finally one of the water bugs, a leader in the colony, gathered its friends together. "I have an idea. The next one of us who climbs up the lily stalk must promise to come back and tell us where he or she went and why." "We promise," they said solemnly.

One spring day, not long after, the very water bug who had suggested the plan found himself climbing up the lily stalk. Up, up, up he went. Before he knew what was happening, he had broken through the surface of the water, and fallen onto the broad, green lily pad above.

When he awoke, he looked about with surprise. He couldn't believe what he saw. A startling change had come to his old body. His movement revealed four silver wings and a long tail. Even as he struggled, he felt an impulse to move his wings. The warmth of the sun soon dried the moisture from the new body. He moved his wings again and suddenly found himself up above the water. He had become a dragonfly.

Swooping and dipping in great curves, he flew through the air. He felt exhilarated in the new atmosphere. By and by, the new dragonfly lighted happily on a lily pad to rest. Then it was that he chanced to look below to the bottom of the pond. Why, he was right above his old friends, the water bugs! There they were, scurrying about, just as he had been doing some time before. 

Then the dragonfly remembered the promise: "The next one of us who climbs up the lily stalk will come back and tell where he or she went and why."

Without thinking, the dragonfly darted down. Suddenly he hit the surface of the water and bounced away. Now that he was a dragonfly, he could no longer go into the water.


"I can't return!" he said in dismay.
"At least I tried, but I can't keep my promise. Even if  I could go back, not one of the water bugs would know me in my new body. I guess I'll just have to wait until they become dragonflies too. Then they'll understand what happened to me, and where I went." 

And the dragonfly winged off happily into its wonderful new world of sun and air.

THOR

http://storytellingx10.blogspot.com/2009/07/taffy-and-invisible-magic-bandage.html

Thor
Once upon a time in a town not far away there lived a big furry dog. This dog's life
was a very happy one. He lived with a family that loved dogs; he always had lots of food to
eat and big juicy bones on special occasions. The family named their dog Thor, because
they wanted him to scare away burglars and be fierce. But Thor was a gentle and loving
dog who spent most of his time running in his yard, where he was happy to chase squirrels
or sleep in the shade. The people next door had a dog, too, named Critter.

Critter had been a part of Thor's life for a long, long time. Each morning Thor looked forward to going
to the fence and running up and down its length with Critter on the other side. They
barked at each other, panted and whined together, and even sometimes were able to play
in each other's yards. Critter was so much a part of Thor's life that it seemed natural
that he would always be there at the fence waiting to greet him.

One morning when Thor ran to the fence as he usually did, something was different:
Critter did not appear. Thor spent all day waiting and watching by the fence with a sadder
and sadder look on his face. Still there was no Critter. Now Thor's owners understood
that Critter had died, but they did not know how to make Thor understand what had
happened.

Finally they led Thor to the next yard to view Critter before he was buried.
Thor sniffed and then began to whine; he knew then that Critter was gone.
But knowing didn't stop his pain. Thor got a pain in his heart that grew and grew.
He refused to eat and stopped chasing squirrels. Every time he glanced at the fence Thor
would be reminded that Critter was gone, and a big tear would roll from his eye. His
owners tried to interest him in new toys, in walks or in fancy bones, but Thor would not be
comforted.

One day as Thor glanced at the fence next door, feeling again his sorrow, a young
puppy ran across the yard. Thor was horrified. How dare these people think that Critter
could be replaced?? Determined that he would not pay any attention to the newcomer, he
curled up in the shade of an old tree and fell into a deep and troubled sleep.
As Thor slept, Critter came in a special dream to talk to his heart.

"You are hurting because you miss me, and you miss me because you've been looking
for me in the wrong place. Don't look for me on the outside; I'm here in your heart."

Listening to the words of his friend, Thor began to feel a fullness in his heart that
he had never felt before, a fullness that hurt and felt good at the same time. And it was
in this dream that Thor made his heart big enough for the two of them.

After that,
Critter and Thor talked for a long time in the way those who love each other talk.
When he awoke Thor stretched and yawned, and suddenly noticed the puppy staring
longingly at him through the fence. As he looked back at the little dog, Thor noticed a new
feeling growing inside him. He sat there, thinking again of his dream and letting its special
message be clear to his heart. Then, slowly, Thor walked across the yard. And with a
special greeting that dogs can understand, Thor leaned through the fence and licked the
furry head of the puppy.

"I once knew a dog named Critter," Thor told the puppy. And as he said this, he
felt Critter smile.


©1988; Nancy Davis, Ph.D.; Karen Custer, LCSW-C

The Oyster

The Oyster
©1995; Nancy Davis, Ph.D.
“The Oyster” is one of 105 stories in Therapeutic Stories that Teach and Heal
available for purchase in the online store.

Once upon a time an oyster lay on the bottom of the bay.  Oysters are very rough on the outside and not very colorful.  The shell of an oyster is often ground up into small pieces and used to make roads.  People and vehicles ride and walk all over roads made out of oyster shells.


This oyster was no different.  “I am designed to allow people to walk all over me because I’m just a yucky, ugly oyster,” the oyster told herself day after day.  “I was created for people to walk on me.”  The oyster had also heard that people sometimes became poisoned from eating oysters.  So she told herself, “I’m really worthless; all I do is make people sick.”


Often when oysters are served at restaurants, people remark, “Yuck, oysters are slimy, they’re yucky.  Why would anyone want such a repulsive thing?”  So the oyster would say to herself, “they’re right, I’m not worth anything, I’m slimy, people hate me, and I am worthless.”


It was not surprising that the oyster was always feeling sad.
“Why couldn’t I have been something different?
Why couldn’t I have been a diamond or ruby?
Why couldn’t I have been a sand dollar or have a shell that could be made into earrings?
Why, why, why?”

The oyster asked, as she thought a lot about what she wasn’t.  She told herself over and over that she was ugly and awful and slimy and made many people sick.


One day a fisherman threw a net into the bay and caught this oyster in his net.  The oyster was even more upset and cried out, “This is exactly what I was afraid of.  Now I’m caught and everyone is going to discover just how ugly and repulsive I really am.”


The fisherman had a different way of looking at things than the oyster.  Finding the oyster in his net, he opened the shell with a knife.  From deep within the shell, he pulled out an exquisite white pearl.  This discovery surprised the oyster.  She had paid no attention to the hard pearl as it grew within her.
“Isn’t it amazing that you can have something so valuable within you and not even realize it?
How could this be?” asked the oyster.
“How could I have this beautiful pearl inside me when I am so ugly?”

Because the fisherman had spent his life on the sea, he sensed the oyster didn’t understand how a pearl is formed and he began to talk to her.  “Long ago, when you were very little, there were things in your life that were very irritating and scary and sad and painful.  To deal with this, you began to build a covering around your feelings.  You wrapped and wrapped all your pain and sadness to protect yourself.  This was really helpful when you were young and the pain was very real.  What you did not realize and now can see, is that you changed this awful pain into a valuable pearl.  You found a way to take your pain and sadness, crystallize it and change it into something exquisite.  This pearl was within, just waiting to be discovered.”


“Wow,” cried the oyster, “that’s very surprising.”  Then the fisherman broke away the shell from the outside of the oyster because she didn’t need that anymore.  He removed the yucky, slimy part because she didn’t need that anymore either.  Then he polished the pearl allowing the beauty and luster to shine through.  The fisherman gave the pearl to his daughter.  She wore it on a necklace of gold and prized it dearly.


“Isn’t it amazing?” the little pearl remarked to herself.  “I never realized that I am special.  I was unaware that deep within there was a pearl waiting to shine like a jewel.”  As the pearl continued to think about life, she realized that the most valuable jewels are often buried and are just waiting to be discovered and polished.

Discover the treasure chest within you~
you are the best in the way you are special and unique

remember that Alex said to me ".....You come to where you start but a further point then where you begin. Come back to your reflection again and you find you will probably move that further when you return to each cycle of reflection..."

Today is a beautiful day but I cannot see it

Just to share this story in this blog...
and i had been inspire by this story to complete my write up
for Pris Workshop - Cre*tVt



A blind boy sat on the steps of a building with a hat by his feet.  He held up a sign which said: "I am blind, please help."  There were only a few coins in the hat. 
 


A man was walking by. He took a few coins from his pocket and dropped them into the hat. He then took the sign, turned it around, and wrote some words.

He put the sign back so that everyone who walked by would see the new words.

Soon the hat began to fill up.  A lot more people were giving money to the blind boy.
 
That afternoon the man who had changed the sign came to see how things were.  The boy recognized his footsteps and asked, "Were you the one who changed my sign this morning?  What did you write?"

The man said, "I only wrote the truth. I said what you said but in a different way." I wrote: "Today is a beautiful day but I cannot see it."

Both signs told people that the boy was blind. But the first sign simply said the boy was blind. The second sign told people that they were so lucky that they were not blind. Should we be surprised that the second sign was more effective?



Moral of the Story:  Be thankful for what you have.  Be creative. Be innovative. Think differently and positively. When life gives you a 100 reasons to cry, show life that you have 1000 reasons to smile.

Face your past without regret.  Handle your present with confidence.  Prepare for the future without fear.  Keep the faith and drop the fear.

The most beautiful thing is to see a person smiling…  And even more beautiful is knowing that you are the reason behind it!!!

may u see the beautiful of the day~~
cheers

Behind the Stories

Yesterday, i heard from my new colleague who meeting at HQ level
she told me that management level do not understand WHY my unit (counselling and psychology unit) is doing this story telling project. The management level, the authority does not knowing WHY this should be implement as already 3 type of project being done, similary previously.
1. The Training of Trainers for Story Telling in December 2009
2. Story Telling competition among the children
3. The reading story activities

I asked my superior, my unit head in HQ, was it true? She was telling me yes, the management level did not know what's the difference concept and how it's work. she don't even know that there is such a nice puppet stage there, untill the project had been carried out.

I think i am upsad, i may exegerate a little bit about this responses.
but most important thing is, the management level do not understand about the concept and thought this is wasteless...it's a repeated things, and not workable. After telling my ALS members yesterday online discussion before Alex came
i am so unsatisfy, and try to type a post in FB
How Storrytelling Work in Therapeutic Way

aish....i should tag the particular person and let him read a little bit....
haha, it's my own good and manner way to let the specific group understand about this storytelling concept
i feel that i need to explain and tell

Melinda email me
she give me some ideas, and i started to perceived things in different aspects
maybe i need to learn and expand my write up skill in a good way
make it BLACK and WHITE, clear with aims, goals, objective, and / or expected outcomes for this result, the report should include videol, audio, or storyline was used.....etc
haiya...never ending paper work
seeing so much paperwork, my head start to "pening-pening" and got a lot of start coming out

i will see how can i do.
as i had attended Solution Focus Brief Counselling Therapy
i start to look at the problem as possible solution.
it's will work, and things will change.
this is the power of Positive Thinking, and the secrects will come along.........
Hurray........

feeling better now....