Tuesday, May 31, 2011


When I was at highschool I was part of a youth group called Primal. We had some really great leaders and they made us feel special by doing things with us.

Once a week they would pick us up before school and take us to breakfast at at McDonalds. I came to appreciate it for more than a chance to eat delicious yoghurt berry crunches. It showed that I mattered to my leaders. They were willing to be at my house at 7:30am. It felt special.

I decided to carry on the tradition with my lifegroup girls and so this morning was the first of (I hope) many yoghurt berry crunches to come.

We just hung out, all bleary eyed. The girls said it made their days better and it even made it into status updates after school. That's the real seal of approval.

I love them all so much. It's an honor to be able to spend time with them.


I really enjoyed baking today because it was for a purpose. I did good things with it instead of scoffing it all myself. I put some in my friends letterbox because her mum has been I'll and I took some around to another friend for morning tea.
Both times it was really appreciated.

It's so nice to be able to do something enjoyable like baking and also have it make someone's day.


It's been a while since I've felt my hair brush against my back, because it has been too short for so long. Today it did so and the tickling of it came with a sense of accomplishment.

An insignificant and strange remarkable moment, but one nonetheless.

Thursday, May 26, 2011


It's amazing how many times you can do the same thing out of routine and never notice something breathtakingly beautiful right in front of you.

I don't know if it was the mist or the way the islands looked like mountains far in the distance, straight out of a Tolkien novel, but as I drove down my street they caught my eye.

Islands don't just float away. They had been there all along. It just took this day to notice them.

Tuesday, May 10, 2011


Going to uni isn't all bad.

I usually appreciate at least part of the ride home. I enjoy gazing out the window and just pondering. It's like having a few moments suspended in time when you can't actually do much but sit there and think.

Today I rediscovered how much I love clouds.

There were some really dense, dark clouds very low in the sky. They were hovering almost next to the bus it seemed.

They contrasted so vividly with the fluffy white clouds far above them, which were highlighted and glowing because of the almost-setting sun.

There were many cloud layers and they were all such different textures and seemed to be moving at different speeds.

I love that the sky is a canvas which is constantly being painted, never once looking the same as it ever has before.