what if there was no time...

A wish list...

1. A little place of my own, close to where I work, study, worship, close to friends.

2. Or even, a bigger place, shared with said people. Three or four of, a nice community thingo. So that I only have to do one chore all the time. Dear future roomates, SHOT GUN DOING THE LAUNDRY :)

or a combination of the two over the years.

3. The kind of place where I can just say 'yeah sure, come right over, make yourself at home. Sure, stay for dinner! Sure, stay the night! Midnight cookie dough? sure thing!' A place for me to be wicked hospitable, to always have guests coming out, the type of guests who care about my company and having fun, not spotlessness.

4. Somewhere to watch the sunset.

5. Somewhere to watch the sunrise, when I manage to get up for it.

6. Somewhere close to a coffee shop.

7. The kind of job I can go to only during the day, work with people who make me smile and laugh, work hard but not so fast I feel like my hair is gonna fly off and the kinda place I can leave feeling like I did what I was meant to. Work to do well and leave there.

Overall, the kind of life when I could wake up, not know what day it is until I open a diary, realise everything is all laid out and going to go swimmingly, and go through the day not needing to know what time it is, just being full immersed in whatever I'm doing.

The kind of life that is great just the way it is, the kind of life that good things just happen to. Good people don't need to be searched for, they just kind of arrive through different ways.

A life of spontaneity, contentment, creativity and closeness with God.

The kind of life that doesn't leave me looking to the future and wondering about husbands and children and all that stuff that is great when you have it, but terrible when you are too aware of not having it.

I want the future to just kind of roll on in, I don't want to sit here waiting for it.

I don't want to sit here waiting for my man.

I want to live.

They're just old men, like on the benches in the park

the wind sighs deeply, as a long awaited love breathing deeply in the night beside you.
and yet, now it rushes and with a feverish whisper it pulls you with it, come, it says come run away with me

the weather's strange, can't tell you anymore

though this desperate gale will drive away the jasmine and the blossoms,
leave us desolate once she has passed.
I simply cannot convince myself to be bothered, for I could never ask her to stop.


My only desire is to sit on the roof and be blown away with her, a sister in madness...

i eat poo :D

if you feel that way now or if you ever feel so inclined

today was our first event for our new ministry, bridges.
as in bridging the generation gap.
it went so well, people actually came!
and it wasn't just awkward silence!
and they actually had a good time!

im so excited for the next event.

yeah, im only blogging cos i told lauren i would :P

also, second edit of my thing that i wrote at two o clock in the morning.

An intoxicating breeze swirls in from the north west as if to ask for a dance, carrying with it the soothing smell of jasmine as we two lie together, listening to the sounds of summer.

I turn my head to the left and note the time, 0:00.
'Look at that...right in this moment, time is nothing.'
and we lie there, soaked in warmth and contentment, purely existing for that one incredible moment, watching the clock tick over to 0:01, and a new day.

better? i like it better...

sometimes there's no choice but to walk away...

The soothing smell of jasmine mingles with the chirping of new crickets, carried into the room by an intoxicating breeze that comes swirling in from the adventurous north west to ask for a dance as we two lie together, listening to the sounds of summer.

I turn my head to the left and note the time, 0:00.
'Look at that...right in this moment, time is nothing.'
and we lie there, soaked in warmth and contentment, purely existing for that one incredible moment, watching the clock tick over to 0:01, and a new day as we wait for the sunrise.