Published March 17, 2007 by

Lack of

sleep.jpgSleep, not money.

I am notorious for getting to bed late. Really late. I have to get up by 6:30ish four mornings a week. I cash in on my deprived state on Saturdays and then wake up with whopper headaches from having slept too long.

I’m in love with coffee and I have to thank Christina a million times for sharing with me the secret of making a good plunger coffee. I utilised it this morning (from memory) and it was so much better! Caffeine quite seriously helps me get going before my mind fully wakes up.

There was an article in the MX the other day about Women not getting enough sleep. (Please don’t read the MX it’s full of so much crap). Sleep is the first thing that gets sacrificed to gain some more time. Work is the last.

Last night at youth we were discussing our ideal life. Mine included perpetual sleeping and the presence of a huge, wonderful bed. I love sleep.

“In vain you rise early
and stay up late,
toiling for food to eat
for he grants sleep to those he loves.”
-Psalm 127:2 (NIV)

“It’s useless to rise early and go to bed late,
and work your worried fingers to the bone.
Don’t you know he enjoys
giving rest to those he loves?”
-Pslam 127:2 (MSG)

Any idea where else the Bible talks about sleep?

Shutting off from everything and recovery through sleep is simply quite amazing. You couldn’t do life without it… in sleeping you are in some very normal way submitting to God. You are relinquishing your control.

Sleep. Stop.

It doesn’t happen easily.

Carolyn from Solo Femininity has written: Finite Creatures and the Gift of Sleep. What do you think of sleep when you cast it under the ‘spiritual discipline’ light?

And another article from Boundless about sleep which I just found then: A Third of our Lives.

Christianity Life

Published March 17, 2007 by

God is still nice

headtree.jpgLast night I got online to check if my pay and Centrelink had gone in. It turned out that work had payed me for the month – useful and I couldn’t see my Centrelink. Oddly the top balance didn’t match the total. But the top balance was enough to pay those two evil bills. I went scrounging and found a deposit of about two hundred dollars with the descriptor as MTS – the amount was a bit higher than my usual Youth Allowance fortnightly relief.

Strange.

I went to bed in a nice oblivion (with a little of the standard Bec skepticism) thinking maybe someone had somehow put some money in my bank and perhaps I’d have one of those cool, “God has put money in my bank through some nice person” stories.

It turns out that I don’t have quite such a remarkable story to tell, in that the money did turn out to be my Centrelink. It is however a little higher than what I’ve been getting as a standard rate over the past few months and in working I would’ve expected that rate to drop, not rise.

The nice thing about last night was that in evaluating it all, I think I have pretty much let the thing (‘thing’ being the tightness of the reality) just sit and I’m okay with it. I don’t need a lot of excess. I do have people I can go to if I get absolutely stuck and I can bite my better reason in having to get a loan (very undesirable) if I really need to.

If you ever need a slap of perspective, take some time out to watch Turtles Can Fly.

Life Movies

Published March 16, 2007 by

God is nice

but I’ll tell you about that tomorrow…

Life

Published March 15, 2007 by

A few thoughts

girl.jpgI did have something to say, but I’ve forgotten it, as it tends to go.

Isobelle and I declared it ‘house night’ and crashed in front of some classic girlish Pride and Prejudice. Homework is somewhat all over the place and I’m never quite sure what needs to be done next except that it has to be done.

I pulled one of my small journals out on the train home and used it. Weird, but good fun. Feels and probably is a reality that I haven’t written anything much in a while.

To conclude whatever I rambled on about, I listed down some goals. One was to provide this sadly lacking space with a bit of meat (for all those non vegos out there) or a few greens. We shall see.

I got home and cracked into some Strongbow and found left over lentil burgers that Isobelle made the other night. Glorious. I cooked a few more things and had a highly, highly enjoyable dinner.

While I’m on food. Geoff and I had the pleasure of visiting Scott and Christina the other evening and boy can Scott cook. I really, really enjoyed myself.

It’s a bit of a rare age group for me. All the people I know are really old, really young or roughly my age. That sounds intelligent. Oh how I miss conversation within a small group that has some depth intellectually! It’s been far too long without it, I’m all out of practice. I don’t know how I can say how deeply appreciative I am of people who take a little interest in your life seemingly from no-where.

Okay. I’m going to bed.

Cooking Life

Published March 14, 2007 by

And you thought you could save

treesinthewind_275_275.jpgSure, I’m working now, moved out, independent.

Crunch.

I go home Wednesday night – tonight, and find there for me some mail. I open that mail and stare in horror as my mind flicks from the numbers on the paper to the numbers in my bank account.

Rego and Insurance. Horrible.
I count more numbers in my head and they don’t add up.

Geoff comes and we count more numbers and they do add up but it’s a rough estimate and there sure isn’t much left over. All that ‘much left over’ has to pay for food and petrol and train tickets.

It’s going to be a very tight month and a half.

I’m thinking of just asking people for money for my 21st….

Woe is me who has to get over it and really live like a frugal dutchy.

Life