It arrives as if a majestic being, its presence gracing us with beauty. It changes the surroundings so that they glow and shine, illumating everything around it. It changes the mood of others, lightens it, enriches it. It's not snooty, nor does it show off but its appearance is revelled in, appreciated, noted and remembered. It allows for glorious activities, games and all round fun.
I love the way it makes me feel, like I'm glowing, the way I imagine a pregnant woman to feel in the midst of her delight. Shining, from the inside and out, allowing others to bask in the apparent newfound happiness. It penetrates my skin, changing its surface, altering it for the better. I feel like it arrived especially for me, its attention focused solely in my direction as I feel its warmth, its escalating heat.
The sun. It has arrived. And its as glorious as ever.
Sunday, November 28, 2010
Tuesday, November 23, 2010
29, Rest in Peace
Here in New Zealand, West Coast to be exact, disaster has struck. Struck 29 miners 150 feet underground, a gigantic explosion with a second one 5 days later. The nation is struck with grief, mourning, sorrow. It shouldn't have happened, these things should be prevented. My heart and thoughts are with all these miners families.
Tragedy can occur so unexpectantly.
Never forget to appreicate.
Make no regrets.
Love, simply love.
Tragedy can occur so unexpectantly.
Never forget to appreicate.
Make no regrets.
Love, simply love.
Friday, November 19, 2010
Moving day.
The time has come.
It seems strange that I've lived here, with these people for almost a year and now I'm leaving, leaving it all behind to return to my place of birth. Its sad. I'm in mixed minds as to whether I should actually do it or not. Why not stay here for another year? But we can't. Change is hard but it must be done. Like a bandaid.
I've had such a fun year in these 1950's white box. Winter was hard, like living in the arctic, unable to escape. But as I pack up my clothes, personal belongings and furniture, I'd do it all again. The cold, unbearable nights in the winter and the sultry nights in summer, the unescapable heat that penetrates through my large windows.
Its sad to leave what you know behind and I'm Leo, I don't do change.
I know I'm leaving for the right reasons and I know that soon the box we have called home will soon be empty, we will all be gone. But it doesn't make it any easier. I'll miss the people, the location, the heart of studentville. I want to slow down time, pause it for a second and enjoy everything. The blocked drain, dirty floors, empty fridge, stale food, I'll miss it.
Looking back to the beginning of the year, I didn't know that my year would map out the way it did, but that made it all the more funner, better. I've had the time of my life, but now its time to move on, to bigger, better things. Its time to look ahead to the future and work out my next step, I'm positive it will be just as good.
It seems strange that I've lived here, with these people for almost a year and now I'm leaving, leaving it all behind to return to my place of birth. Its sad. I'm in mixed minds as to whether I should actually do it or not. Why not stay here for another year? But we can't. Change is hard but it must be done. Like a bandaid.
I've had such a fun year in these 1950's white box. Winter was hard, like living in the arctic, unable to escape. But as I pack up my clothes, personal belongings and furniture, I'd do it all again. The cold, unbearable nights in the winter and the sultry nights in summer, the unescapable heat that penetrates through my large windows.
Its sad to leave what you know behind and I'm Leo, I don't do change.
I know I'm leaving for the right reasons and I know that soon the box we have called home will soon be empty, we will all be gone. But it doesn't make it any easier. I'll miss the people, the location, the heart of studentville. I want to slow down time, pause it for a second and enjoy everything. The blocked drain, dirty floors, empty fridge, stale food, I'll miss it.
Looking back to the beginning of the year, I didn't know that my year would map out the way it did, but that made it all the more funner, better. I've had the time of my life, but now its time to move on, to bigger, better things. Its time to look ahead to the future and work out my next step, I'm positive it will be just as good.
Sunday, November 7, 2010
1.0.0.
100th post. How ironic. In the light of my newfound freedom/3 month holidays/endless summer, it seems only fitting that the big 100 is dedicated to my happiness and overzealous joy of my seemingly endless free days.
Believe me I like Uni, I enjoy it tremendously, even the study (which many find disguisting) but the thought of relaxing, not having to worry about essays, assignments, exams or even sitting through lectures (sometimes forcing myself to stay awake), getting up at odd hours and constantly refraining from activities (cue: Step Brothers hilarious "so much room for activities!"), all this is undeniably, outrageously, unequivocably exciting.
I have a list, well technically I have lists for almost everything, but this list is special and has been building, rapidly during study week, to quite a novel. Its a list of things to do. Not chores and errands. Fun things that I can only do with ample spare time that the long summer holidays allow.
Go to the library and spend hours picking out books, book a holidays overseas (hmmm, check), make a vision board, a collage, photography, surf, surf, surf.....
I want to make the most of this time, there's work too, but thats minor. The two previous summers I have spent in an office, knuckling down doing mind numbing stuff, not that I'm grateful for the opportunity to work there, because I am, but this summer, without office work, well its sure to be the best yet.
Believe me I like Uni, I enjoy it tremendously, even the study (which many find disguisting) but the thought of relaxing, not having to worry about essays, assignments, exams or even sitting through lectures (sometimes forcing myself to stay awake), getting up at odd hours and constantly refraining from activities (cue: Step Brothers hilarious "so much room for activities!"), all this is undeniably, outrageously, unequivocably exciting.
I have a list, well technically I have lists for almost everything, but this list is special and has been building, rapidly during study week, to quite a novel. Its a list of things to do. Not chores and errands. Fun things that I can only do with ample spare time that the long summer holidays allow.
Go to the library and spend hours picking out books, book a holidays overseas (hmmm, check), make a vision board, a collage, photography, surf, surf, surf.....
I want to make the most of this time, there's work too, but thats minor. The two previous summers I have spent in an office, knuckling down doing mind numbing stuff, not that I'm grateful for the opportunity to work there, because I am, but this summer, without office work, well its sure to be the best yet.
Wednesday, November 3, 2010
Shock.
R.I.P Andy Irons
Taken too early.
Love and prayers to family, friends, surfing tour and anyone whose path he graced.
Never forgotten.
Keep the dream alive....always remember.
Tell your loved ones you love them, you never know when the opportunity will disappear.
Taken too early.
Love and prayers to family, friends, surfing tour and anyone whose path he graced.
Never forgotten.
Keep the dream alive....always remember.
Tell your loved ones you love them, you never know when the opportunity will disappear.
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