Category: <span>Life</span>

The return from Soul Survivor was somewhat akin to a bout of absolute exhaustion – which played out in the car ride home and disappeared after I came to the realisation that this is what it would really feel like to fall asleep at the wheel, (Except that I was not at the wheel) and I had the recommended power-nap – and in joyful likeness to a holiday, which is kind of funny.

Then today I went to work. And the holiday feeling has disappeared.

Sad.

Soul Survivor was somewhat peculiar. I haven’t really sat down and sorted it out myself, otherwise I might say. Regardless of what did or didn’t go on for me personally, it was an exceptional week. I’ve really loved feeling much more part of the team this year.

Life

Life

  1. My husband is lovely
  2. Coffee is momentarily not as appealing as it often is, tea is winning – although it feels wrong to order tea when out.
  3. I am sleep deprived
  4. I have subscribed to too many blogs and don’t have the energy to cull them down
  5. I would like it if someone were to invent a method of transport that is instantaneous
  6. I should write something more creative in some way shape or form
  7. I would quite like a sewing machine and after suggesting I probably would never sew my own clothes I would like to give some things a good crack
  8. I am nearing the end of 23 and about to progress to 24
  9. Our current bookclub book is dreary (Madame Bovary)
  10. I would like a holiday – although it feels rather unreasonable to feel such
  11. G & I watched a whole disk of How I Met Your Mother tonight
  12. I am still job hunting despite having a job – mostly because this current job is not why I studied design
  13. Beetroot tastes earthy and it’s pretty much the most legitimate way to eat something flavoured like dirt (it’s good stuff!)
  14. I followed a cocktail party with an early morning meeting (fool)

Life Lists

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How beautiful on the mountains
are the feet of those who bring good news,
who proclaim peace,
who bring good tidings,
who proclaim salvation,
who say to Zion,
“Your God reigns!”

Isaiah 52:7

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And I must be crazy to even think of wiping the dust off your feet

But still, you put me on your stool and you clean my filthy heels

And you deserve nothing less than my whole submission to your grace

-Isobelle McCallum

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So here I am, in the middle way, having had twenty years—
Twenty years largely wasted, the years of l’entre deux guerres
Trying to use words, and every attempt
Is a wholly new start, and a different kind of failure
Because one has only learnt to get the better of words
For the thing one no longer has to say, or the way in which
One is no longer disposed to say it. And so each venture
Is a new beginning, a raid on the inarticulate
With shabby equipment always deteriorating
In the general mess of imprecision of feeling,
Undisciplined squads of emotion. And what there is to conquer
By strength and submission, has already been discovered
Once or twice, or several times, by men whom one cannot hope
To emulate—but there is no competition—
There is only the fight to recover what has been lost
And found and lost again and again: and now, under conditions
That seem unpropitious. But perhaps neither gain nor loss.
For us, there is only the trying. The rest is not our business.

T.S Eliot

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image – by my new favourite artist Craigie Aitchison

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