Author: <span>Rebecca Matheson</span>

Published December 13, 2009 by

Manage without pocket-handkerchiefs

As Dwalin from the Hobbit kindly reminds,

“You will have to manage without pocket-handkerchiefs, and a good many other things, before you get to the journey’s end.”

I am in the midst of a terribly crazy last week (now) of packing to move. Geoff is on his intensive and I have plenty of other things I have to do as well as things I would like to do but don’t have time for. It’s not exactly the most relaxing of Christmas Holidays but then again not all of them have ever been that relaxing. Thus the absence of things like Illustration Friday (which will resume when things settle down) and the low to none content on this blog.

I have also had my first interview – which I think went quite well, although I don’t think the job is really quite what I’m looking for. It would in many ways be easier if I don’t get it, but we shall see.

Holidays Life Out of Home

Published December 8, 2009 by

Your questions

Where is the good way?
There, find rest
Throw wide your chest and let
questions pour out
and follow, follow
until gently they join
with your soul and as peers,
content like friends – walk beside.

Let questions and soul and maker
meet and rest and find the kingdom way
A gentle way of thunder,
of miracle and newness,
of hope, renewal
and creativity.

Ask: the good way.
Go the good way with your questions.

Christianity Life Words

Published December 8, 2009 by

Christmas Reflection

This lack of understanding compounding
my tiny brain.

How can I understand a child
before I am a mother
How can I understand a man
so dimly tangible

God man.
Jesus.

Help me find you through your birth

This frailty a point more clear
and at our mercy to choose
day in, day out
-too often I do not choose

Help me to choose
The word
Who has become flesh
and dwelt among us
while you seem more near
(Or at least while you are smaller)

Christianity Holidays Life Words

Published December 8, 2009 by

My blind ears

I do not know
How I should live
I try one thing, it waxes then wans
and then I do not try at all.
I hope, hope desperately to be on watch
To watch and hear, my seeing ears
My open ears
And yet sometimes it feels as if cold nothing,
or loud otherthing crowds in – overwhelming
There is a vibrating in my ears
and it is stopping me from seeing.

Jesus heals the blind.

Matt 9:27-31

Christianity Life Words

Published December 3, 2009 by

The other side

As many of you know Geoff (my husband) is in the first batch of to go through Teach for Australia – which consequently leads to him being a secondary school teacher and our upcoming move etc. He is currently doing the first teaching intensive which means he is living on campus at Melbourne Uni and has each day packed to throat.

You can follow his progress/journey on Son of a Teacher Man

This leaves me at home. I get to see him on weekends (half of Saturday if I’m lucky) and at very least tonight I went into the city and had dinner with him – most nights classes go until like 8pm. In my ideal little world this is not how things happen, I’d rather be in the same house as him, or be able to hang out with him a few more evenings than I can, but it is two three week blocks and pretty important. (Okay it sucks). Thank goodness it all sounds so incredible or I’d be thoroughly pissed off.

Will be glad when it’s over. Keeping myself busy with catching up with people, Christmas shopping, loads of freelance design work, job hunting and packing (when I actually get to packing). Moving in less than three weeks. It’s all a bit psycho in a really mosey kind of way – in that I probably haven’t thought about it enough to be bothered…

Holidays House Life

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