It's a Start

Well today I took my own first harmonica lesson (on a dvd)


Learnt how to play 'When the Saints go Marching in' - probably the most basic version ever, but still mastering getting your lips round one teeny tiny hole - chords are no worries, your gob can go over three keys, but singling out one teeny tiny hole - that's gonna take a while I think.....


When The Saints Go Marching In - Basic - learnt - yus.


It's a Start......


Next Lesson - Hand Vibrato.

One Day...

Maybe minus the beatboxing...but one day...will hopefully play like this....


Rip.
It.
UP!

Sugar and Spice and All things nice

Fading at speed....my body and eyes and mind just want to sleep, still a few hours of writing to go before I even think about sleep....3 more days of this then a revitalizing break of uni for a decent amount of time.....until then, a lil recap of things that are nice is needed to get through these next few hours without seriously losing the plot....


(Non freaky) Jettys at night or sunset
Jellybeans
Babies/Little ones
Manea
My Niece
Holidays
Roadtrips
Passions of the heart
Music
My imagination when I'm on the cross-trainer or listening to my ipod
My Body Combat exercise dvd
Zumba
My Friends
Encouragement
Falling asleep outside on a nice day with the wind in your face
The wind in your face in the car
Adrenaline Sports
Not having to get up early on a real crusty rainy stormy day
Being able to stay in cosy and warm on a yucky night and just watch dvds and chat
Watching a fireplace/bonfire
Hugs - good, long, tight, full embrace ones
Free time
Appreciation
People playing with my hair (in a not creepy way)
Cold Hard Fresh summer fruits
Laughing cramp
Love
Laughing tears
Having someone to confide in
Jandals
Photos
Sleep
Rice crackers with sweet chilli philly
Icy Cold Water to drink
The feeling I will have on Thursday night!


On that note, back to it.
Yay for things that are nice.
Thank the LORD (literally) for them, it would be one sadddddddddddd place without it and assignments would be of the devil himself. For Real.

Beautiful Chaos

Beautiful
Unconditional 
Love.


99 Balloons





"Only separated from our time left on Earth''.


Blows my mind, people's capacity to deal with such intense suffering of losing a child.
Blows.my.MIND.


If you could do a deal with God....seeing a boy like Elliott and the love of his parents....saying 'God take me instead, I've lived a good life, let Elliott grow up, let his parents enjoy their boy, let me own Elliott's suffering, let me take his road instead.' I'd need a few kajillion lives though to 'save' or 'rescue' the kajillions of people that i'd want to. In saying that, I struggle with my own 'suffering' on a whole nother level, and yet here I am wanting to take on anyone else's, esp the bubbaz.....ironic.

Battle with the Media

Who Me?

Who would have guessed I...yep ME could be lost for words? 
No yap yap yap - actually silent and processing....
Who knew I was capable...
Woh siz.

Prayer

I go through stages or phases of not 'being into' prayer...Times when I get frustrated with prayer and don't wanna be a part of it, but be patient and close my eyes and reluctantly listen anyway (this doesn't happen often, but it does happen) then there are times, like tonight, where it's so....uplifting and encouraging. I'm all overwhelmed at the moe, for the next 3 weeks, because I have 3x2000 word essays to write, a practicum to do and all the work that goes with that, plus my work I have to get done from my own centre. Plus it's the 3weeks leading up to Christmas, so tonnes of social thangs on and my sister from another mister is coming back from England and staying with me for a week and I already have commitments within that week, let alone study and I want some serious catchup time with ma sister from another mister. SO, bla bla, feeling all overwhelmed and stress bally. BUT, after our flat Thursday night chat with my amazzzzing flatmates, and our prayer sesh, I feel like I can handle the jandle of the next 3 weeks. 


I'm also writing this for my own accountability so that when I wake up tomorrow morning, or have a freak out dance over the weekend from being well and truely OVER assignment writing, I can read back on this and remember the prayers ma flat dudes prayed. :) Even small things like 'that i'll be surprised with how much I can get done, and how much I can write the words and information I come up with' and that 'i will have a hardout.....like 'dose' of motivation and perseverance and just..the ABILITY to do it all'. Stoked. :) Easy to please. :) 


Totally realized the importance...like it finally hit home (took 25years, but finally tonight) about how important it is to spend some chill-out alone time with ma Jesus aye. Fully prayed for it to be a desire, and a priority rather than something to 'fit in' or do the rushed 5mins before sleep time, or 5mins rushed in the morning, but that it's a totally spesh time you put into each day.  

I've never been more exposed to prayer than I have this year, or had so much of it - in groups. I've always prayed every night before bed...well mostly. There will also be stages/phases where i wont, but they never last long. But in terms of group prayer, nevvvver so much as this year, challenging...for me...because I def prefer my alone Jesus chats, but.....good.

I'm glad Jesus is patient, cos no-one else could put up with my excessive rambling. 

The words 'concise' & 'summarize' will never be in my vocabulary. I am incapable of being/doing those things.:)