Happiness is vital. This family, this sunset, and the strangely romantic luring call of the sea all made me smile. I feel like they are all overflow, gifts from the giver. the Giver is most treasured, most valuable. Here's a few photos of the delightful night in Lakes Entrance we spent.
Yeah, I dont have much of an idea how to fish, buts it's something I want to do later in life. Along with a whole host of things.
Heather said she wanted to join a trawler and watch. I know what she means, I would love to be a fisherman almost as much as I want to be a fisher of men.
My family live 700 something kilometres away. In this vast land of ours, it isnt really very much, but for the heart, its a chasm. I just returned from over three weeks in my home town. It was so easy, so natural to be around the people I love. I know the pulse of that town. I know the rhythm of my family. I know the river. I know where the rocks are to dodge, when we decide to go for a float to escape the heat. It was home. Is home.
Then, the time comes to return... home? This place, where I live, is my home. It is undeniable. My bedroom is my space. My housemates are good friends. My church family is, that! My family. There are people here that cannot be replaced. There is a peace about being and living in the deep south that only comes from having settled, in more than a logistical sense.
So I came home, missing my family and the warmth. It's always warm there. Even in the bitter winter.
Yet I have been blessed this weekend. I was reminded how this is my home. My church family was glad to see me, and I to see them! We spent some time at the beach last night, and it was amazing. People smiled. My favourite was playing with Sunny the Sandcastle Squaser. I made 60 or more sandcastles, and Sunny would promptly squash them, in a variety of ways. Always accompanied with a fitting raspberry noise, that I may or may not have encouraged. It was fun. I have two families.
Words are powerful, language is rich. There is a universe of expression in the written and we usually only keep to the galaxy in which we see. I have a love, a new love, for expressing not only myself but life, love and the incredible around us. The experience that we all share. The old powerful, deep and awesome thing that is human expression is something I want to explore. I want it to explode from me, in written, visual and any other way. Here is one outlet. Maybe it will work.
I want to be open to what the world is saying to me. To what you are saying to me, to what God is saying to me. To what the clouds are saying.
For some reason the start of something usually (unfortunately) goes hand in hand with cliches. Here is one; I will be as honest as I can. Not a new policy I hope, but this life is best lived raw and real. Unified with our neighbours by the fact that we share something or more in common. Three constants are required for this to happen;
My camera in front of me.
My pen beside me.
My heart open.
It's like the heat, fuel and oxygen in a fire. I'm passionate. I'm so excited about living, teaching, learning, breathing, growing and capturing. I'm a follower. Follow with me.