saturday, 13th June

Ok, so I am going to start to try and 'blog' regularly.... in an attempt highlight life and its enjoyment, but also its struggles.

Last night, I came home from youth group feeling rather ambivalent. This was due to mixed reactions from people I talked to during the night, some positive, some less than positive. Although, I was not angry or annoyed at some of those people, I was slightly confused by their actions and reactions. So, anyway..... I came home, and to my surprise, was not really tired, so I thought, while I research something on the net, I will watch a movie. I chose 'August Rush' because I remember borrowing it a couple of days ago and still had not watched it after having it recommended by a friend as one I'd really really like. Sat down to watch it, knitting at the same time, and also trying to research a paper and for resources for work. I was captivated by the movie and the life that it brought to everyday situations. The movie, wasn't particularly 'everyday' only because it was an orphan boy who runs away from the orphanage and then meets up with several different groups of people, who then ends up at Julliard school of the Arts, which is where he finally finds his birth parents (anyway). But it was 'everyday' in the sense that he could hear the music and see the wonder in the everyday sounds around him and in the birds singing and the cars on the street and other peoples music and people moving around. I thought it was so amazing and inspiring how he was able to see the everyday as sort of magical and special and something to take notice of and celebrate. That night as I was drifting off to sleep at one in the morning, I had the biggest smile on my face, both because of the movie and remembering a conversation I had had earlier that night with few good friends of mine. I looked at the world outside my window and it was beautiful, the moonlight lighting up the courtyard and red tinge to the light that I could see over the roof that is visible from my window. and the stars that are only visible when the lights of the house have been turned off for a while and the colours that were illuminated by the moonlight. Yes, very magical. In that moment I felt like dancing.

As I sit here, writing this, I remember that I probably should be writing my final essay for the semester, even though I have a small pile of cupcake cookbooks sitting to the right of me, wanting to make those too, and also probably should start to weed the garden so that vegetables can be planted in the next few weeks.

So, as I go off and do those few things that I choose to do, but don't want to kick myself because I didn't get them all done. I bid you goodbye.

Cheerio
Jess