Monday, 31 December 2012

Year 2013



What shall I say to you for a new year?

I will say, 
I hope with all my heart that you find a fulfilling new year, 
that you discover and learn things you never dreamed of knowing.

That you find contentment and love with all your soul.


I ask that you be protected with the peace of Jesus,
 and that you succeed in anything you put your hand to.

And when you look back upon the year of 2012, may you smile and let it all go. 
Because now is your time.
Every day is new, so is God's grace, everyday.

And you are changing every moment.
Embrace this second.


Very 
Happy 
New 
Year
To
You!




Wednesday, 26 December 2012

Jesus!


When Jesus came into this world 2,000 years ago, He never left it...

And only He can give the one true gift that will last for all eternity. 


Happy Birthday Jesus! 


(though it's gone midnight and is now Boxing day!)

May the Love of our Lord Jesus fill your hearts and minds on these very special days.




Friday, 21 December 2012

Climbing a mountain



"Following God is like climbing a mountain. If God showed us how high the mountain really is that He wants us to climb, we might be afraid to take the first step. We might argue that we're not ready, that we're not at all prepared to go all the way to the top. So he covers the top of the summit with a cloud, and all we can see is the step before us. That first step looks manageable, so we take it. And then we take another step and another, and another, until one day we find ourselves at the top of the mountain without even realising where we were headed when we began. Then we are very glad we took the journey. "

- Joyce Meyer

'I press on to, lay hold of (grasp) and make my own, that for which Christ Jesus (the Messiah) has laid hold of me and made me his own.' 

- Philippians 3:12




Thursday, 20 December 2012

Discovery







This afternoon I discovered that you can see your own reflection in a rain drop






Monday, 17 December 2012

Poverty or Freedom


                                                                                                                                                  


"Poverty is not in the smell, the damp, the dungeon or the spent, 
but it is instead
 the cold and the blunt pound of a heart beating without love; 
there is the freedom, 
tattered, 
but freedom just the same."


- Joanna Grace 





Tuesday, 11 December 2012

Life's Artwork




'I realise that theatre is life's artwork and if it touches you, it has worked in changing you.'



-Helen Ruth Burgess










Tuesday, 27 November 2012

To Marguerite



YES: in the sea of life enisled, 
  With echoing straits between us thrown. 
Dotting the shoreless watery wild, 
  We mortal millions live alone. 
The islands feel the enclasping flow,        
And then their endless bounds they know. 
 
But when the moon their hollows lights, 
  And they are swept by balms of spring, 
And in their glens, on starry nights, 
  The nightingales divinely sing;
And lovely notes, from shore to shore, 
Across the sounds and channels pour; 
 
O then a longing like despair 
  Is to their farthest caverns sent! 
For surely once, they feel, we were
  Parts of a single continent. 
Now round us spreads the watery plain— 
O might our marges meet again! 
 
Who order'd that their longing's fire 
  Should be, as soon as kindled, cool'd?
Who renders vain their deep desire?— 
  A God, a God their severance ruled; 
And bade betwixt their shores to be 
The unplumb'd, salt, estranging sea.


- Matthew Arnold
 



Monday, 26 November 2012

One Flat Thing Reproduced

Here is a spectacular performance by the exquisite Forsythe Dance Company.

Don't let your mind tell your body that you are bound by mere skin and bone.




'My body is my laboratory of experimentation, my canvas and diary.'

-  Guillermo gomez pena


Saturday, 24 November 2012

What can happen to familiarity?


What happens when something isn't new any more?
Do you forget about it?
When you obtain a new material possession, do you cherish it?
You answer me with a sure nod of the head.
But show me the same possession a year later and it won't be anywhere near you, it may be broken even, damaged, perhaps useless.



So what happens when familiarity wears into things? 
We get bored once the magic 'freshness' has gone.
We feel drained after our desires take us from one thing to the next, never fulfilling us.
We can end up living in a dangerous and brutal circle of chasing the rainbow's perpetual pot of gold.

What about people? 
Can the same notions apply too?

What about the three weeked- married couple?
Why is it that they seem so in love?
Probably because they actually are.
They are infatuated with each other, they can't stop thinking about the other. 
It is a new world, it is exciting, thrilling.
But what about the couple who have been married now for thirty-five years? 
Why don't they hold each other the way the young ones do?
Why don't they look at one another with full and caring eyes as they might once have known?
Because they have grown too familiar and familiarity can lead to disrespect?

Don't let that privilege that has been given you in any way at all, be taken for granted.

So easy, I know for me to say so, so much harder to do and remember to do and be consciously aware to do so too.

But if we can have the endurance and the determination to get to the moon, I'm sure we can begin to train ourselves to never let people get familiar. 
To keep them ever present in our hearts and minds. 
Because they are the most precious presence in our lives.
Don't ever allow them for one hour of the day to think they are not.

'Thank (God) in everything (no matter what the circumstances may be, be thankful and give thanks), for this is the will of God for you (who are) in Christ Jesus' 
- 1 Thessalonians 5:18 



Thursday, 22 November 2012

Same





You see the same girl making coffee behind the cafe counter.
The same boss telling her to work harder, faster, not make any mistakes this time.
The same woman is running to catch the same bus with the same shopping bags banging against her knees. 
You watch the same man in his same grey beanie and blue zip-up jacket walking his dog past your house when you open your curtains at precisely 7.10 am.
You sit on the same bench in the mall and sip at your same favourite coffee. 

You create stories about these same people in your head.
Each time you see them their stories develop further.
Adding to their chaotic lives.
Adding to the heavy frowns pencilled upon their foreheads.

You slump backwards into the wall and sigh wearily.
You lift a hand to cover your eyes.
You've had enough now. 
Surely you've been here far too long.

When you finally look up, all has changed. 
You realise that each little world that one little human exists in, is apart of your little world that you exist in.  
Yet you have never stepped further into their little world than offering to hold open the door for longer than usual.
Or for smiling a little more than was deemed polite. 

Now a revelation is exposed to you.
You wish you could be a part of that person's life. 
You wish that all humans in this same game of life, should play it together. 
Surely, we all have something in common, you think, we are all of the same breed, we are humans.

You sit up, your eyes flickering intently. 
You imagine all the possibilities that could exist if only it were true of human kind. 

There is a shout in the direction of the counter.
The boss is yelling again at her.
You shake your head heavily. 
You won't. 
She won't.
 We don't. 

You mutter under your breath, that we all like our own space.
That here in this Western World we are raised and approved by society if we keep to the conduct of individual space. 

You must respect. 
You must always respect.

And that same respect is the one thing that makes you sit alone. 
That makes you realise you are lonely. 

You are isolated in a ocean of people.

Because you respect.
Because you are afraid.
Threatened even. 

To walk down the street laughing to yourself.
To sing out into the wind, over the cars.

You can't.

People will look.
They will stare.
They will laugh at you.
That isn't respecting.
That is being weird.
That's not what people do.
That makes you different,

It makes you mad.

Now you have taken it too far.
You have proved them right.

You have stopped to stare back at the staring faces and shouted at them hideously.

'We are all mad, only I am the one who is brave enough to let it be known!' 



- Joanna Grace



Friday, 16 November 2012

a Season, a Time






There is an appointed time for everything. 
And there is a time for every event under heaven ~
                                                                                                                                                                  A time to give birth, and a time to die; 

A time to plant, and a time to uproot what is planted.

A time to kill, and a time to heal; 

A time to tear down, and a time to build up.

A time to weep, and a time to laugh;

 A time to mourn, and a time to dance.

A time to throw stones, and a time to gather stones; 

A time to embrace, and a time to refrain from embracing.

A time to search, and a time to give up as lost; 

A time to keep, and a time to throw away.

A time to tear apart, and a time to sew together; 

A time to be silent, and a time to speak.

A time to love, and a time to hate; 

A time for war, and a time for peace.


 ~ Ecclesiastes 3 




Sunday, 11 November 2012

How To Be Alone



If you are at first lonely, be patient.
If you've not been alone much, or if when you were, you weren't okay with it, then just wait. You’ll find it’s fine to be alone once you’re embracing it.
We can start with the acceptable places, the bathroom, the coffee shop, the library, where you can stall and read the paper, where you can get your caffeine fix and sit and stay there. Where you can browse the stacks and smell the books; you’re not supposed to talk much anyway so it’s safe there.
There is also the gym, if you’re shy, you can hang out with yourself and mirrors, you can put headphones in.
Then there’s public transportation, because we all gotta go places.
And there’s prayer and mediation, no one will think less if your hanging with your breath seeking peace and salvation.
Start simple. Things you may have previously avoided based on your avoid being alone principles.
The lunch counter, where you will be surrounded by chow downers, employees who only have an hour and their spouses work across town, and they, like you, will be alone.
Resist the urge to hang out with your cell phone.
When you are comfortable with eat lunch and run, take yourself out for dinner; a restaurant with linen and Silverware. You’re no less an intriguing a person when you are eating solo desert and cleaning the whip cream from the dish with your finger. In fact, some people at full tables will wish they were where you were.
Go to the movies. Where it’s dark and soothing, alone in your seat amidst a fleeting community.
And then take yourself out dancing, to a club where no one knows you, stand on the outside of the floor until the lights convince you more and more and the music shows you. Dance like no one’s watching because they’re probably not. And if they are, assume it is with best human intentions. The way bodies move genuinely to beats, is after-all, gorgeous and affecting. Dance until you’re sweating. And beads of perspiration remind you of life’s best things. Down your back, like a book of blessings.
Go to the woods alone, and the trees and squirrels will watch for you. Go to an unfamiliar city, roam the streets, they are always statues to talk to, and benches made for sitting gives strangers a shared existence if only for a minute, and these moments can be so uplifting and the conversation you get in by sitting alone on benches, might have never happened had you not been there by yourself. 
Society is afraid of alone though. Like lonely hearts are wasting away in basements. Like people must have problems if after awhile nobody is dating them.
But lonely is a freedom that breathes easy and weightless, and lonely is healing if you make it.
You can stand swathed by groups and mobs or hands with your partner, look both further and farther in the endless quest for company.
But no one is in your head. And by the time you translate your thoughts an essence of them maybe lost or perhaps it is just kept. Perhaps in the interest of loving oneself, perhaps all those “sappy slogans” from pre-school over to high school groaning, we’re tokens for holding the lonely at bay.
Cause if you’re happy in your head, then solitude is blessed, and alone is okay.
It’s okay if no one believes like you, all experience is unique, no one has the same synapses, can’t think like you, for this be relieved, keeps things interesting, life’s magic things in reach, and it doesn't mean you aren't connected, and the community is not present, just take the perspective you get from being one person in one head and feel the effects of it.
Take silence and respect it.
If you have an art that needs a practice, stop neglecting it, if your family doesn't get you or a religious sect is not meant for you, don’t obsess about it.
You could be in an instant surrounded if you need it.
If your heart is bleeding, make the best of it.
There is heat in freezing, be a testament.

- Tanya Davis



Saturday, 10 November 2012

Rest in God's Love


Things change so easily. Us humans are so fragile. We change and are changed by those around us no matter how we pretend otherwise. We claim to love and then act upon it. We claim to fear and act upon it also. But the difference between love and fear, is that love is everlasting and does not change. It is an action word, it thrives in doing. Fear on the other hand is only a collection of feelings and sensations, it can only overcome if you let it. If you are aware of those feelings that make it, it cannot harm you. And most importantly, God is Love. But, fear isn't the Devil, it is only a spike from him. Don't let it destroy you. Rise against it in Jesus's mighty name. When things are at the hardest they can be, then more than ever before do we need to seek our saviour. Praise and worship is a wonderful thing, it is the quickest way to put the devil in his place. 

I leave you with this beautiful passage, I found late last night. It touched me. I know it will you also.

'Let the beloved of the Lord rest secure in him, for he shields him all day long, and the one the Lord loves rests between his shoulders.' 

- Deuteronomy 33:12