If only more people could hear this analogy.

One thing about giving away possessions is that it makes you more dependent on other people.

Yesterday day, our car key broke in the car boot. An inconvenience at best, but Geoff was out a fair way from home, the RACV would’ve taken 3 hours. Back to one car (after a year of borrowing my in-laws spare while they were overseas) we had to call friends. I felt bad calling friends, for interrupting their Sunday afternoon. These friends didn’t bat an eyelid, they just came.

It is interesting, dependance, because it asks something really quite small of our pride but gives so much back. It is hard though, to see or be confident in the much.

“It is almost impossible to overestimate the value of true humility and its power in the spiritual life. For the beginning of humility is the beginning of blessedness and the consummation of humility is the perfection of all joy. Humility contains in itself the answer to all the great problems of the life of the soul. It is the only key to faith, with which the spiritual life begins: for faith and humility are inseparable. In perfect humility all selfishness disappears and your soul no longer lives for itself or in itself for God: and it is lost and submerged in Him and transformed into Him.” – from “New Seeds of Contemplation”  Thomas Merton

I intend to redeem myself. AFTER we move house. What kind of stuff would you like to see, it’s been so long I can practically reinvent myself!

My Christianity MUST be integrated into my life and not a box this up here, box this up there solution.It seems insane to me that we are still having these discussions which pin back to legalistic rules. And yes being different IS okay, context IS okay and you may never choose to swear and that’s okay… but when it starts to interfere with the root cause? Then it is not okay.

Can you care without swearing… uh yes. But should the stray descriptive word become the focal point where the conversation is nothing to do with your moral highground. No.

shitty shit shit.

(this is all pre-emptive naturally and probably more a wee vent about lots of the legalistic crap I have heard touted on gush through the years – which I still love dearly – and still frequent despite it sending me bonkers every few months or so)

you probably don’t have clue what I’m talking about. /rant.

Something that REALLY annoys me is when photographers make black and white or colour edits and don’t supply the original in colour. You should always get the colour option (unless of course the photo cannot be saved any other way… in which case it probably shouldn’t be in the selection).

I am shooting my first solo wedding on Australia Day next year. Just a wee bit excited.

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It’s nice actually I think in the last little while at work I’ve loosened my grip on how things should always be and it’s freeing me up. I’m also finally noticing some kind of ‘Rebecca’ishness’ to my work – which is oddly nice and weird at the same time. I’ve had a huge variety of different formats lately from billboards to toilet paper and soon an annual report. I like challenging formats. The freelance work continues to roll in, which is great because they’re often jobs I really enjoy however the whole work again after you’ve worked a full day is a bit much at times.

My ideal little design world would consist of: Branding, Websites (Coding), Invitations and Photography. No DL brochures here Jeeves.

Heaven wheels above you, displaying to you her eternal glories, and still your eyes are on the ground – Dante Alighieri

It’s totally naff that the ‘heaven’ theme is number 7. I hate cliches.

We do walk around with our eyes on the ground. Sometimes I think that my eyes aren’t anywhere at all, so easy to get lost inside your own brain and wrapped in your own internal world.

The Word became flesh, and here then is some kind of heaven mashed with earth. It’s beautiful. It’s here yet not. My awareness is poorer than I might yearn for. Daily I hope to ask to be woken up. Daily I hope to ask. Over and over and over.

Hold on, hold on to your old ways
Or put off, put off every old face.
And I know, I know you are changed out.
And I hope, I hope you’re arranged out.
But I’m still asleep
And you woke me up again.

- Sufjan Stevens

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