The Journey Of One

Don't play with matches.

2009-10-29T18:14:00.000-07:00

OK so I am an idiot...
I just lit a match to see how far it could burn down before I would yelp. It turns out that it can actually get pretty low! Result: 5mm of matchstick left and a painful blister on the middle finger of my right hand next to my fingernail!
That will stop me from procrastinating!!

Picking up the pieces

2009-10-28T03:29:00.000-07:00

Do you ever get to a certain point in your life and realise that you have forgotten about the values that you hold so dear? Yeah, I'm sure I'm not the only one that does it. One minute you can feel so passionate about something, it can seem so ingrained into your being that you believe it becomes second nature only to discover a year down the track that you have lost it somewhere along the way? I have literally just woken up and realised that I have left some of those values behind. Like breadcrumbs leading the way back to where I came, I have turned around and am following the trail that leads me back to where it all started to drop, picking up the pieces as I go. The journey is full of excitement, fear, beauty, sadness, love, hurt and ultimate joy. I love experiencing life's highs and lows, to be able to feel deeply whether euphoric or painful. It's incredible how a series of unlikely events can lead you back to that place of rediscovery, a place where you are able to rediscover God on such a deep level. Who am I again? I am picking up the pieces of myself as I find my way back home. My dreams are becoming more vivid. My passions are once again starting to disturb me. I realise though that I am not going to be the same person I was, too much has happened. Life keeps going.

Its hard to say what has been going on but I have decided to explain through song lyrics. This is gonna sound screwed up but its gonna make sense to me:

Well I looked my demons in the eye, laid bare my chest said do your best destroy me. You see I've been to hell and back so many times I must admit you kinda bore me.
Nothing breaks your heart much more than looking at old photographs, where you can taste the emotions and worst still if its past. They're gone now to the future but you still can deny them like a song that's sung. Regret is like a filter that covers all of your endeavors and once becomes a feature of your current thoughts. What I fear is that all of these things I hold dear will never become more than vibrations in air.
You are my sweetest downfall. I loved you first. I loved you first.
It's still a little hard to say what's going on. Stones taught me to fly. Love taught me to lie. Life taught me to die. So its not hard to fall when you float like a cannonball.
The man of a thousand faces, sits down at the table, eats a small lump of sugar, and smiles at the moon like he knows her.
No one laughs at God in a hospital, no one laughs at God in a war, no ones laughing at go when they are starving or freezing or so very poor.
Love is watching someone die.
You're not sure that's OK because I'm so unsure too but I'm here for you. Hold me my friend, ask what you want of my soul. I hope it helps you to breathe. Maybe you will see the goodness in side you reflected in someone me. Someone like me.
Reaching out. I'm like a child with open arms. I wanna shout. I'm standing on the edge of something, looking down and Ive seen this precipice before. Goodbye fear.
In pursuit of our own we just go round and round. Another nail to your cause. We continue to burn. What are you man if you do not learn love?
As I sand there staring into the mirror Ive seen a figure of a man trying to take a stand and live for something more. Won't you take this life. Won't you change this life. Come and make me whole.
From little things big things grow.
These are trying times, trying times indeed...

My biggest revelation through this time:
My life is not my own...

There is sunlight behind grey skies

2009-08-25T06:01:00.000-07:00

I have been sitting in my room for the last two hours sorting out the clothes and paper work that cover my bedroom floor. It's been a tough few weeks that lead to the 40 hour famine events over last weekend. Sleepover, doccumentary, concert, bbq and 40 hour famine stands, etc, etc. My famine ended today after 40 hours of no talking, making use of my eyes and the flexability in my face to tell people what was going on inside my head. We take communication for granted. Its nice to finally have that back again and life can slowly start to get back to normal. My carpet is now clear, my tax is ready for the tax man on Thursday and my $56 parking fine is now paid. Oh, the joys of life.

Adelaide over the last few days has been extremely windy and wet and I have spent most of the day daydreaming of things I could be doing. The exciting things I used to to before my time was no longer my own. Hiking, backpacking, camping under the stars swimming in cool water on hot days and the excitement of meeting new people. This mid season weather is such a trap and Im feeling overwhelmingly bored. All I want to do is to feel something. It's as if I have been left behind from the rest of the world.

Despite the greyness of my day I have had two moments of pure light. After many weeks of watching a fellow classmate going through tough times I was able to share in his joy today as the burden he has been carrying lifted from his shoulders. It is a beautiful thing to see someone's spirit restored and I feel blessed to have been able to share in that joy.

I have another beautiful friend who constantly reminds me that I have not been forgotten. Andy, a friend that I have been journeying with over the last 18 months sent me the most beautiful and uplifting email. Because of uni timetables and lifes craziness we have been unable to see eachother for some time. Its been hard especially considering we are both doing a very emotionally involved subject and I have chosen to do it externally. Sometimes you need to know that you are valued and missed. Andy has an incredible way with words and I value the raw honesty that he brings. It is truely little things like this that can bring a ray of light into an otherwise dull grey day. There is sunlight behind grey skies.

I would love to end this blog on a prayer from Leunig;

We give thanks for our friends
Our dear friends.
We anger each other.
We fail each other.
We share this sad earth, this tender life, this precious time.
Such richness. Such wildness.
Together we are blown about.
Together we are dragged along.
All this delight.
All this suffering.
All this forgiving life.
We hold it together.

Amen

Perth Blog 2

2009-07-08T22:02:00.000-07:00

Well I am back home again now. Perth just went too quickly.
Over the two weeks I was there I had an opportunity to meet so many new people. Joe and Charlotte have got an amazing group of friends. I'm sure they are sick of me telling them that. I was able to get away and do some sight seeing of my own in Fremantle, Perth and the Pinnacles. Most of the time however I was happy to chill out. Joe took me to kings park for a late picnic lunch after plans to shift furniture into his new house fell through. Charlotte and her friend Mel took me wine tasting in the Swan Valley. There were countless family dinners at Charlotte's house with 9 or more people at a time seated around the table. But by far one of the most memorable moments was Joe's housewarming party in his new Edgewater home. Everyone dressed up in one colour that started with the first letter of their first name. Being a 'J' I decided to go Jade Green. This made for a hilarious night, and a very vague next day through lack of sleep. I wish I had more time to update my blog while I was away but time just seemed to slip through my fingers. I left Perth at 9:50 yesterday and am now back in Adelaide. Thankyou to Joe and Charlotte for giving me the opportunity to spend time with them, share their friends with me and to show me what Perth has to offer.

Perth Blog 1

2009-06-25T20:55:00.000-07:00

I flew to Perth early Wednesday morning. The light at the end of the tunnel finally arrived when I steped off the plane into Western Australia. With no plans apart from Andrew's cousin Joseph picking me up from the airport I finally feel as though I have been able to chill. I am staying with Joseph's girlfriend Charlotte and her family. Apart from what Charlotte has been telling them they don't know me from a bar of soap yet they have accepted me into their family like one of their own. What a blessing this has been so far!! After getting off the plane in Perth Joe took me to a cafe on the warf for lunch and the we cruised the coastline checking out the 4ft waves the whole way along wishing I had brought my body board and wetsuit with me now! We stopped at a cafe for a mexican chilli hot chocolate before going back to Joe's new house he is moving into next week. I met the rest of the family when I got back and al nine of us sat down to an amazing meal together.
Yesterday Joe took me into the city. The original plan was to find the Museum with the prison inside. We have family history behind the walls and I was keen to check it out. We rushed to catch the train in, bypassing the ticket machine on the platform hoping to be able to buy one on the train. There was no ticket box on the train and none when we got off. Joe and I continued to search for a way out without going past security however I think we would have had to jump the gates. We would have been chased down the main street. Anyway we pleaded ignorant and got away with a free ride, avoiding the strict $50 fine usually handed out. We didn't end up finding the museum and decided to look around. We went down to the electronic glass bell tower and walked along the edge of the river into East Perth, looking at all the 3 and 4 storey town houses that had been build on the waters edge. It was like a little fairy land. There are so many hidden secrets in Perth that not even the locals are truly aware of. It was lovely.
Today Charlotte and I plan to go play mini gulf. She has just packed a picnic lunch and we are going to make a day of it. Tonight the plan is to hire a few movies and have a girly night while Joe works shifts over the next 5 days.
Only my 3rd day into my Perth experience and I am loving it. Perth is gorgeous. I'm still trying to get my hear around the fact that I am waaayyy over the other side of Australia, I must have missed the plane flight while I was reading my book. I'm really looking forward to the next few days. Breakfast at the Wild Fig tomorrow morning, a Birthday party Saturday night (I think), wine tasting with Joe and Charlotte next week, and hopefully a visit to the pinnacles on Monday.
This has been a great experience already and I'm looking forward to what the next week and a half has in store!

Looking For a Long Lost Friend

2009-06-21T19:42:00.000-07:00

I was sitting at a table with my family in a newly renovated Belair hotel for my mum's birthday. Feeling quite vague from the headache I had I tuned out of the conversation and began to look around the room at the restaurant full of people. While taking a mouthful of medicinal coke I noticed a familiar face on the table across from ours. Unsure of whether I was right or not I turned to my dad who was sitting next to me and asked, 'is that Liz who used to live next door?'

Liz lived with her then husband and two children Josh and Alex. Josh was my best mate for as long as I could remember up until I was about 6 years old. His family had moved to America after that. I had only seen him twice since they had come back.

Dad took a long hard inconspicuous look and said, 'Surely. Surely it's her.' Both fairly certain but not 100% convinced we both turned to mum and dared her to go up and ask. Mum being the daring one in the family got up and interrupted the conversation at the opposing table. Within seconds there were squeals of delight. It was obviously her!! I was quite excited about seeing my surrogate auntie again and was keen to find out what Josh and Alex had been up to.

After coming back to Australia the family moved to Aberfoyle Park for a while and then packed up and moved to Ballarat in Victoria. Probably why we haven't heard from them in such a long time. Liz informed us that her and her husband split and she was now remarried. After working in wine regions for a while Josh got married and moved to Darwin with his wife. His little brother Alex had just turned 21!

I have been looking for Josh on many of the social networking sights for quite some time but have been unsuccessful. Josh was such a prominent figure in my childhood I constantly wonder what ever happened to him and his little brother and whether or not they ever thought about me and my little brother, now 24. There are countless stories I could tell of our time spent living next door to Josh. I only hope I have the opportunity to meet up with him again one day to share some of the vivid memories we made as mates almost 20 years ago.

Almost There

2009-06-02T16:35:00.000-07:00

The light at the end of the tunnel is approaching at speed but I have to dodge the goods-train first!!
Seriously looking forward to going to Perth in around 3 weeks time!!

Soul Sanity

2009-05-24T17:50:00.000-07:00

I remember when I was little looking up at the sky while sitting in the backseat of the car on the way home from holidays and seeing rays of light beaming from the sky to the ocean. To little Judy this was God taking people's souls to heaven. It brought me hope knowing that God was taking care of them. I still think about it whenever I see this image, although now I would like to think that God draws us to himself even if we are not dead. In the midst of my craziness this image brings a sense of peace and hope. The cracks in the sky reveal something greater than the clouds can cover. It only takes the clouds to reveal it in such a way that we appreciate these moments more. A little like life really...

Irrationality

2009-05-14T15:03:00.000-07:00

Again, I want to acknowledge my amazing boyfriend. After some negotiation he has managed to switch his on call. I am still stressed out but I now have a weekend to look forward to.
After struggling with my workload I went and saw Phil, the head of the youthwork faculty, and told him about the pressure I was under. He was very understanding but encouraged me to keep up what I'm doing saying that there's always corners to cut to make things easier. He also said that when he gets busy he turns his busyness into a game. See how many emails you can delete and get away with it and try to see how much work he can palm off. So anyone want to do my assignments for me? Not sure that the last one can work for me.
After talking to Phil and feeling reassured that I will actually get through this I sat at Maccas for an hour with a hot chocolate and a blueberry muffin. It was just the time out I needed. In my fragility I have become very irrational. It is so easy to take your frustrations out on the people you love and that is what I have done. It's also amazing how a mental breakdown can put things into perspective. I now have study plan, its only taken me a whole term and a half to get there!
Please think of me in your thought and prayers. Although I am calmer I still an incredibly tired and stressed. I have just realised I have a test this morning which I haven't studied for.
AAAAAAGGGHHHHH!

Where is the breaking point?

2009-05-11T18:24:00.000-07:00

Ever get to the point of being so tired you can't do anything? That's pretty much me right now. I am stretched to the point of exhaustion. In the space of less than two months I have to get in 4 big assignments, plus another 6 reading responses, work two days a week, organize a youth program and a camp and organize placement for next year (if I can fit it in). Every weekend with the exception of one is busy until the end of uni. The thing that keeps me going is being able to set goals to work towards. My goals usually revolve around a holiday, preferably and interstate adventure. I'll be going to Perth on June 24th for 2 weeks and have decided not to plan a single thing. The weekend before I went to Perth is the only weekend free, this was going to be youthwork retreat. I can only imagine the relief when the last assignment is handed in. I think I'll become a big blob of jelly.

Going on youth work retreat was the first of two goals to work towards. I was looking forward to being able to celebrate with my friends the end of a tough semester. Realising that it would be the last weekend before I leave and also the only weekend in which I had nothing on I told the boyfriend that if he kept it completely free then I wouldn't go to the retreat (I won't see him for the 2 weeks that I am in Perth). I was fine with that until last night. I discovered that he will be on call for work again, which means that the computer has to go everywhere he goes for the whole weekend. It's like having another person with you but more than that. It limits where you go and what you can do. I made such a point about keeping the weekend totally free if I was going to stay home from youthwork retreat. Although I kinda get why I can't help but be massively disappointed. I really need that total break from everything including technology. Maybe I should go to youthwork retreat after all...

I am already running at max capacity but there is only so long it can go on for. Between exhaustion and disappointment breaking point is surely not that far away.

A Personal Revelation

2009-05-06T20:55:00.000-07:00

Ever since I made the decision to go to Vietnam for a short term missions trip at the end of last year I have been trying to understand what it was that I was supposed to learn from the experience. I had made the decision to go to a non-English speaking country with millions upon millions of people living in the same city and were told that there was not going to be much free time. All three of these things I knew I was going to struggle with, so why did I say yes when I knew that this was going to be such massive challenge?

If you have read my blog of Vietnam I guess you would have seen how crazy it was. Besides the massive culture shock and travel sickness I spent much of my time emotionally, physically and spiritually exhausted. We were up roughly 5:30 each morning to be on the road at 7am. We would be driven around by crazy taxi drivers to a series of unknown destinations and surprise dinners, church meetings and youth groups. The reason for going to Vietnam was to bring presents for orphan children. The orphanages were only tacked onto the end of the trip. I was struggling to see how our brief and busy presence could make a difference.

Although I had some amazing experiences it was seriously overshadowed by such a draining experience. I found it really difficult to talk about the good aspects when I came home. Trying to get back to a place where I gave myself time to sit and reflect was extremely difficult. If I had nothing to do for 20 minutes I would suddenly find myself in my car and driving to the shops just to keep myself busy. It was only by blogging over the 46 days of lent that I was able to give myself permission to stop. Finally I am now able to look back and reflect.

Last week I read a chapter from a book called ' God Next Door,' by Simon Carey Holt as part of our required reading for Youth and Community Development. The chapter went into detail about mission in our own neighbourhoods. One particular part of the chapter stood out to me;

'Though we hear multiple sermons determining God's will for the choice of career, church and spouse, he says, one rarely hears a sermon on the choice of residential location. 'Perhaps there is silence because location has neutral value in God's economy,' Lupton writes, 'Maybe it just doesn't matter. Or is it that our homes are our sacred cows that no one dares touch.''

This is exactly what I needed to hear to make sense of my experience of Vietnam. I feel I went to Vietnam to learn that, for me at least, mission starts from home. This is often more difficult because you are far more deeply embedded in your own community. Unlike short term mission there is no escape when it gets too difficult. I was reminded of the UNOH when I read the chapter. UNOH is based all over the world and involves people giving up life as they know it to live in the most poverty stricken areas, creating change through building community, opening up their homes, and as Jesus would say, by loving their neighbour.

This is where I feel my calling is, I just had to go to Vietnam to realize it. I have a dream to someday buy a house and create that same sense of community that I read about in 'God Next Door,' to open up my home, to know my neighbours, to seek about change, maybe even one day challenge everyone by writing a sermon about where we choose to live. I was encouraged by the students we met in Vietnam. They were so dedicated to see God work change within their own community and I want to keep encouraging them to do that. For now, mission starts in my own neighbourhood.

On a clear blue day...

2009-05-05T23:42:00.000-07:00

I had the house to myself on Saturday. Mum had left for Fregon with a car load of people from church and Dad was still away on his around Australia bike trip and wasn't due home until Monday. Saturday was so lovely and it was too nice to waste it just sitting inside all day. I decided to take my dog for a walk through the Watiparinga reserve. After all the rain we had the creeks were flowing and the water was glassy and clear.

Pippa, my dog, who was dragging her little puppy feet as we went got a baptism of insane energy as she jumped into the freezing cold water and emerged with her tongue hanging out the side of her mouth as she sprinted up the hill. Quite hilarious really!! Sorry about the blurry photo. It's very hard to keep a wet dog still.
I sat on the rocks in the creek that were dry and watched the world go by for about 15 minutes. The dry rocks didn't stay that way for long. Pippa was dripping her way all across the ones that were sticking out of the water, including the one that I was on. Needless to say I ended up with a wet bum.

Being there reminded me of catching tadpoles and caterpillars when my brother and I were younger. I can still hear the frogs in the creek, I'm sure they are still around. It was such a beautiful afternoon in such a beautiful place I had to share it.

A few of lifes pleasures

2009-04-20T04:36:00.000-07:00

I decided to cook tea early tonight as I wanted to go to Samba without getting a stitch. I made an amazing stir fry using lentils, veggies, chilies, ginger, cummin seeds, honey and garlic. I surprise myself with my cooking sometimes! It was a pity I didn't have anyone to share it with tonight. I sat on the couch with my dog sitting at my feet looking up at me like she wanted something. No chance I was going to give her any of my food! After my dog threw up while I was having breakfast this morning she had been asleep all day only to wake up around 5pm. At the last minute something made me decide that I shouldn't go to Samba tonight and instead I should take my dog for a walk. So I did.

Walking the dark streets tonight was amazing. Its not often that I will go walking in the dark. Mainly because mum is afraid that Ill get assaulted so I try and keep her happy. However, what she doesn't know won't hurt her. It was lovely out there tonight. The only thing keeping me from tripping over was my night vision and street lights. For the most I was having to rely on my senses to get by. Its incredible when you loose one sense the others get stronger. For me tonight I lost part of my vision by walking in the dark but my sense of touch, hearing and sense of smell got stronger. As I walked down the path towards the train station I could clearly hear the dry Autumn leaves picking up behind me as my movement created a slip stream, my dogs scratchy feet walking along the pavement. I could feel the freshly spun spiderwebs on my face as I walked through them not realising that they were there (spiders really don't bother me) and the change in temperature as I walked down the hill. I could smell fire from the controlled burn off earlier at Belair, peoples dinners, the perfume of certain flowers and eucalyptus trees. Many of the houses that I walked past had their TVs going, apparently oblivious to the incredible night that was just outside. Far out, we waste so much time in front of that thing we call the idiot box.

As I continued to walk I came to realise that this little night adventure was one of life's little pleasures. It is one of those things that I really get a natural high from. Maybe not everyone feels the same. I started thinking about the other little pleasures in life and created a list in my head.

1) Night walks
2) A cup of tea served in a cup and saucer
3) Gringo's at the bay with a friend drinking Sangria
4) People watching
5) The sound my cut throat razor makes when I change the blade
6) Campfires and camping
7) Oats on a cold morning
8) A big fat bear hug
9) Watching the way the wind blows the leaves on a tree
10) Waking up from a good nights sleep

There are so many others but these were the first that came to mind. Life is something to be enjoyed. The little pleasures that life gives are there to be enjoyed also. Maybe we need to stop our busy selves for a sec and truly discover what life is about. There is a lot to be said for simplicity. Enjoy...

Where in the world is Judy going?

2009-04-15T21:23:00.000-07:00

Take a guess at where I am going in November:

Geographical coordinates: 40 24 N, 3 41 W.
Population: 44.4 million people.
There are 17 regions in this country.
It is surrounded by the Mediterranian Sea and the orth Atlantic Ocean.

Prize for the first person to tell me where Im going! If you happen to figure out where I am going tell me what we should do and where we should go when we get there.

Lent Day 40

2009-04-15T00:52:00.000-07:00

Goolwa....
It was so nice to finally make it away. Arriving in Goolwa felt like coming home. Goolwa is my home at Easter. It was nice to be back again.
We got news on Friday before we left that my brother got some metal stuck in his eye and spent Thursday night being taken around to various medical practitioners. Eventually he found one and got it taken out but needed to go back the next day to get the rust scraped out. Thankfully, although very photophobic, he was able to come and join the crew at Goolwa.
Brad, Andrew and I went four wheel driving along Goolwa beach all the way to the mouth. I sat and enjoyed the peace of the late afternoon shadows with an icy cold beer from Brad's new camp fridge.
Later on Friday night the three of us enjoyed the peace of the night and walked the streets of Goolwa looking for Geocaches. Geocaching is a great excuse for exercises. Satisfied with 3 finds out of 4 we walked back.
The tradition of the Saturday night feast has grown larger. 80 people, some from the camp and others who had come to Goolwa for the day joined us for a feed of roast chicken, chips and home made salad. My chocolate fast was broken with Elisa's chocolate trifle. The party continued throughout the night with guitars and singing in the middle of the oval. I have never heard so many renditions of Kumbaya!!
Unfortunately the weekend got busy for poor Andrew who was kept awake the whole night with phone messages telling him that Internet servers were down all over the place. His phone didn't stop till about 5 pm that night. The poor thing had worked all day. It was his birthday too. I think I'm gonna have to take him out for dinner to make up for it. We took a trip up to the farm where Brad was housesitting and fed the calves, who afterwards decided that they might get a bit extra if they sucked on each others wangs ( guess they thought it was an extra teat). We went to the Goolwa wharf later that night and ate hamburgers chips and had a celebratory glass of spiced rum and coke for what was left of Andrew's birthday. It was lovely.
This was the camping holiday that I really needed and a great way to reflect on my lenten journey. Although lent has now finished the journey continues. Thanks for journeying with my over the last 46 days.

Lent Day 39

2009-04-09T16:47:00.000-07:00

Well my Lenten journey is almost over. I'm leaving today to go to Goolwa for the Easter long weekend. The rest of my journey will e documented when I come home. Thanks for journeying with me. God Bless and happy Good Friday!

Lent Day 38

2009-04-09T16:40:00.000-07:00

In the midst of death also comes new life. One of my best friends announced today that she is pregnant with their first child. Truely a special moment. My face is so sore from smiling.

Lent Day 37

2009-04-07T19:35:00.001-07:00

This past week has been a bit of an emotional roller coaster for many people at Blackwood Church of Christ. Late last week Ian Corlette a friend of many people from Blackwood passed away suddenly. I have never personally met Ian but I have been told by many people about the kind of man he was. Sunday morning at church I watched as many people began grieving as this news was announced. This man had impacted the lives of so many especially the disadvantaged. From what I can understand he was passionate about life, people and motor bikes. Although I have never had the opportunity to meet Ian I found myself grieving his loss. This one life had impacted even those who had never even met him.

Last night we got news of another well respected church member's passing. Ronald Todd was never without a smile. Ron was passionate about life and his job. He introduced me to a African marble game (I can't remember what it's called) which is a highlight and a great memory of Easter camps gone by and is fondly known as Ron's marble game. A more recent memory of Ron from last year saw him dress up as a woman for a breast cancer fundraiser. He made a good looking older woman! He was always ready to help. Ron has been an amazing source of inspiration and will also be sadly missed.

As I was looking for something that related to my thoughts and feelings today I came across a photo on flickr that related the rings of a tree to a human life. We can know its age, the tree's experience and it's condition all by the markings on the inside of the trunk. After the tree is gone we can still benefit from its life. From a person's life we can tell their age, conditions and their experiences. It is this last one has the most significant impact. An individuals experience will continue to live on in the lives of others long after their passing. This is a beautiful analogy and sums up well how I feel about these two amazing lives.

Lent Day 36

2009-04-07T18:57:00.001-07:00

Dad flew into Adelaide last night for the presentation of the Australian Police Medal announced on Australia day this year. The presentation was at Government House on North terace in Adelaide and included Order of Australia Medal, Conspicuous Service Cross, Australian Police Medal, Australian Bravery Decorations and the Royal Humane Society of Australia Medal. The fact that my dad was amongst all these other amazing people just made his award that much more special.

The Investiture reads:

Brevet Sergent Peter Allan Lawrence
For his outstanding service in the field of ballistics over a significant period of his carreer, both at state and national level, which not only reflects credit on him personally, but has ensured SAPOL is recognised as a leader in this area of policing.

What daughter wouldn't be proud of her dad?

Lent Day 35

2009-04-07T18:50:00.000-07:00

After a phone conversation tonight I was left wondering if this is what our anniversary dinner might look like. Fortunately after some reshuffling we are able to leave the computer baby home and go out for a proper date night dinner!!

Sixth Sunday of Lent

2009-04-05T17:54:00.000-07:00

Today I had lunch with the A Team and a older couple from church with the intention of cutting my brothers hair after. What was only lunch ended up into a whole day event. We decided to make a trip down to Anaconda for a look around and to get some last minute camping equipment before next weekend's annual Goolwa Easter pilgrimage. Driving back in the car we thought it would be good to go out for dinner so we took a slight detour home and stopped at the Tap Inn. Annie's first intention was to check out the famous Tap Inn toilets. My bro and boyfriend soon followed. By the way, if anyone is interested the best seat in the house is in the ladies. Ok, enough toilet talk. We actually went there for dinner. We spent a considerable amount of time enjoying the novelty of the swing chairs and the amazing ginger beer. I ate my butter chicken curry while trying to work out if the down stairs function was a wedding or a birthday. Maybe it was bout.

A phone call from mum put a dampener on the rest of my evening. The chassis on Dad's bike had broken. The weight of the metal box on the back was enough to do some damage. I spent the rest of the night thinking about how pissed off he would be. He had been looking forward to this trip for so long and now it could potentially be over. The bike is going in for repairs over the next few days while Dad comes back to Adelaide to receive his Australian Police Medal. Lets hope the trip can still continue.

Lent Day 34

2009-04-05T17:35:00.000-07:00

Andrew and I has set today aside for 'date day.' We decided early this morning that we would spend the day hiking through Waterfall Gully. As fate would have it we took a wrong turn and ended up on the road to Lobethal. As we had gone so far already we thought that we would find a nice cafe to stop and have a hot cup of coffee. With no cafe in sight we saw a sign for a winery and took the next right to do a little wine tasting instead. Needless to say any intentions for hiking had gone out of the window! The first winery was a tiny little tasting place in a tin shed. She recommended we go to another one just around the corner. So we did. Andrew and I were greeted by a funny little pug at the gate who then showed us the way to the cellar door. A man came out and asked that we find a seat outside in the garden. All the tastings would be brought out to us. In out old hiking gear Andrew and found a beautiful little spot next to a tiny waterfall and watched the world go by. It was the break I felt I needed. I only wish I took my camera out of the car to take a picture. If you ever feel the need to go hiking through Waterfall Gully maybe you should take a wrong turn and accidentally end up at Barratt Wines instead.

Lent Day 33

2009-04-05T17:16:00.001-07:00

After an exhausting day of lectures the last thing I felt like doing was running around outside Geocaching in the dark. Well, I'm happy to say that I did it and had a fun while doing it. As I was preparing this week for our Geocaching night at youth group I started thinking about how fun it would be to go on a Geocaching hike for a day. The fact that you can combine a game while appreciating the outdoors is what makes it so appealing. Am I turning into a nerd? Maybe, but secretly you want to join me don't you.

Lent Day 32

2009-04-04T16:40:00.000-07:00

After attending lectures on a warm day I was quite excited about the prospect of sitting at Riminis with my youth and sipping on a cool drink. I arrived at Riminis about 15 minutes early and sat down with a raspberry and cranberry drink looking out to the infamous Blackwood round about. I was fascinated with the bubbles that magically appeared in my drink and decided that it was worthy of a photo. It almost like looking into another world! I'm sure I looked quite hilarious to the people on the other side of the window when I had my camera stuck in my red bubbly drink. Whats that saying? Small things, small minds? I would say its more of an appreciation for life's overlooked joys.

Lent Day 31

2009-04-01T00:30:00.000-07:00

You know that when this light comes on when you are driving your car that your car is fairly close to death. I have been taking one of the Sudanese girls from my church out for driving lessons the last few weeks. From the moment I started teaching her I noticed the lit up engine light was a permanent fixture. I told her that this was not a good thing and that she should tell her brother that owns the car that it needs to be fixed ASAP!

The inevitable happened today when we were about to turn onto Goodwood road. The car completely stopped and we were left stranded with a bank up of cars wanting to turn out onto the main road ahead of us. We soon realised that this was not going to go anywhere so we eventually got the car home and decided that we would go to McDonald's for a cold drink.
We got talking about how expensive it is to keep a car on the road. This girl is an immigrant in her last year of high school and has no way of being able to afford a car. I'm sure her family can't afford to buy one either. It made me realised how privileged I am.

We came to the realisation that to be able to afford a car and the expenses that go with it she is going to need a job, probably even more than she needs a drivers licence. What is she going to drive in otherwise? So instead of a driving lesson next week we are going to clean up her resume so she can start applying for weekend work.

It wasn't until I got home and reflected on the afternoon with my Sudanese friend that I realised my youth work skills were being put to use. Being able to guide people in the direction of empowerment is amazing to watch. My friend is driven and motivated to achieve her dreams but is unsure of how to go about it. I feel privileged that I have a chance to help her in this process.

For those who don't know I have been questioning the reasons I am studying youth work. Today has shown me the reasons for studying this area of social science. Although I am still unsure about what direction I will take it has made me stop and reflect. Youth work goes in many directions. Maybe I am still discovering the right direction for me.

And all this happened because of a little engine light in the dashboard!

Lent Day 30

2009-03-31T15:58:00.001-07:00

My wheat bag. My special friend.

It keeps me warm at night.
It eases my pain.
It feels good.

Best of all... it's HOT!!!!
re-rew!!

Lent Day 29

2009-03-29T21:32:00.000-07:00

Last week I was looking for some material for my Sunday morning youth. I googled 'unbelievable stories" and came up with a blog for proud atheists. Intrigued I read the article and the list of comments underneath. It was a very one sided conversation (although I wouldn't expect anything less from a blogging site) so I thought I would have a go debating some of the wild accusations and generalisations this particular person has made. There is no malice, just awareness. In western society we are not used to being persecuted for what we believe but in this context it has made my faith and beliefs stronger.

Fifth Sunday of Lent

2009-03-29T16:48:00.000-07:00

Last night I hope you all turned your lights off for Earth Hour. It was Annie's 28th-and-a-half birthday. We decided that we would go out to a Nepalese restaurant. A table for 4 people was set in the corner of the restaurant next to the wine bottles and we ate, drank and talked ourselves merry. We picked up a bottle of Botrytis to go with the chocolate cake Annie had made herself. When we got back to Annie's we turned off all the lights and chatted over a glass of Bortrytis. A candle lit dinner for 4 friends. It was such a fun night. I think Earth Hour should come around more often.

Lent Day 28

2009-03-29T16:37:00.000-07:00

I have never seen Edward Scissorhands but I have been told that he was a beautiful person but because of his scissor-hands no one really liked him. Ok, so I don't have scissors for hands but I do enjoy the interaction with people when I cut their hair. It's gives the person a chance to open up. You are not staring at them directly in the face and so they feel less vulnerable. I love it. I had a fantastic morning with my Cousin Renee and her friend Michelle and her little boy Levi. It's been an interesting and emotional week in that house and I felt like I was able to share in the confusion and the joy of whats been going down. And Levi's first haircut was a dream. Obviously he was able to look past the scary scissor-hands and enjoy the haircutting experience.

Lent Day 27

2009-03-29T16:07:00.000-07:00

As part of our youth and community development lecture on Friday our class made our way into the city for the start of National YouthWeek. Although Im not sure how many people actually realised National Youth Week opening even existed, it was great to see so many young people walking through Rundle Mall at 4pm. A group of young protesters marched on past in protest of the Governments lack of commitment to climate change. I felt like joining them as they marched on past. This is going to be the beginning of a huge week. My hope is that it grows with each year.

Lent Day 26

2009-03-29T15:51:00.001-07:00

I'm such an idiot sometimes! One of the girls from the group I regularly get together with on a Thursday night had a birthday. I thought it would be great to go out somewhere so I suggested Cocolate in the city. Plans got changed but the concept remained. A chocolate cafe was a great idea and everyone was in. We went down to Bracegirdle's at Glenelg. It was only as I walked in that I realised I had given chocolate up for lent. About 99% of the menu is made up of chocolate. A chocolate fondue was ordered and I lent back on my chair and watched as everyone got stuck into it. To be honest it really wasn't that hard to resist. I was quite happy sipping on my cup of chai tea.

Lent Day 25

2009-03-24T20:12:00.000-07:00

Depending on what era you were born you may or may not recognizr who this is. This my friends is MC Hammer. I was watching Ellen today when she announced that he was going to be on the program. I couldn't believe it!

Ellen with MC Hammer

Faced with a situation of bankruptcy and moved with compassions to help others MC Hammer described how money is of little value.

'God increased my appreciation for other things in life. It was a fair exhange as far as I was concerned.'

Relationships are way more important than any material thing. I can't argue with that. This man is truely an inspiration.

Lent Day 24

2009-03-24T19:37:00.000-07:00

A package arrived in the mail this afternoon. It was a CD from Dad who is currently in New South Wales heading North to Queensland. The teddy in this photo is Dad's little travelling companion affectionately known as Bug Bear. He sits at the front of his bike under the shield with his feet sticking out the bottom to hold him down. As a consequence his little bear feet get covered in bugs (hence the name). Bug bear has made quite a few appearances in Dad's photos so far. I'm happy to report that everything is going well... that is apart from Fish's bike which almost caught fire today. Dad has been great at keeping his blog up to date. Check out the link to his site Half Way Round With Pete.

Lent Day 23

2009-03-23T17:32:00.000-07:00

This is a picture of my eye. The more I look at it the more I'm intrigued by the tiny muscles in the iris, how they change colour and how it starts to disappear when the pupil gets bigger. I often stand in front of the mirror cover my eye and the uncover it again to watch the iris change and the pupil shrink back to let just the right amount of light in. Surely we are no freak of nature. How could human beings not be created by a divine being with such attention to detail.

Fourth Sunday of Lent

2009-03-22T17:02:00.001-07:00

There is a lot of talk at the moment about what everyone is doing at Easter. For as long as I can remember our family, along with half the church, has been going down to Goolwa for a weekend of camping and good times. Over the last 20 years many traditions have been set. We play warlords and scumbags, rummage through the wharf markets, cycle along the river, go for some late night walks on the beach and around the town and catch some awesome waves in the freezing cold ocean. Goolwa gives me permission to do nothing. Although Easter is still 15 days away (so I've been told) I cant help but think about the good times at Goolwa. I can't wait for Easter Friday to roll around.

Lent Day 22

2009-03-20T16:42:00.000-07:00

I have really enjoyed waking up in the mornings and remembering the things that I have been dreaming about. There is a lot of controversy around dreams and their meanings. I believe that they have the potential to be very powerful. I have been challenged by them, found comfort in them, and have enjoyed the peace and hope that they can bring. Dreams have influenced and affirmed some of my life decisions. The last few mornings I have woken up feeling peaceful and ready to face the day. I only wish I could remeber them so I could tell you all about it.

Lent Day 21

2009-03-20T16:19:00.000-07:00

Who ever thought twister would be such a winner. Last nights chill out youth night was hilarious. I can't say that I have ever tried playing twister with 8 people before but I'm glad I did. The youth at Blackwood Church of Christ come from such diverse backgrounds, personalities and friendship groups. However, put them on a twister mat and you wouldn't have a clue. Building relationships is so important and I feel privileged that I can be a part of this process. These chill out nights at youth group provide a great space for these guys to build community with each other. I love my job.

Lent Day 20

2009-03-18T22:42:00.000-07:00

From Ecclesiastes:

There is a time for everything, and a season for everthing under heaven:
A time to be born and a time to die,
A time to plant and a time to uproot,
A time to kill and a time to heal,
A time to tear down and a time to build up,
A time to weap and a time to laugh,
A time to mourn and a time to dance,
A time to scatter stones and a time to gather them,
A time to embrace and a time to refrain,
A time to search and a time to give up,
A time to keep and a time to throw away,
A time to tear and a time to mend,
A time to be silent and a time to speak,
A time to love and a time to hate,
A time for war and a time for peace.

For me it's time to change. An email I just recieved made me cringe when I found out who it was from. But I realise that this is an opportunity to repair a relationship that has been in tainted. The last four lines from this section of Ecclesiastes have deeply effected my decision toreply to this person. United in a common cause the past no longer matters. This is an opportunity for a new begining...

Lent Day 19

2009-03-18T20:19:00.001-07:00

It's amazing how a night of tlc can do wonders. Our mid week date night was a big success and I went home with a gorgeous bunch of roses. The roses themselves had a story. Aparently while Andrew was lining up to pay for them the lady behind him commented on how beautiful the colour was. Andrew then took one of the roses out and gave it to the lady who refused it at first until he gave it to her husband and told him to give it to his wife. The story behind the roses makes them even more beautiful.

Lent Day 18 number 2 - Emotional Therapy

2009-03-17T03:42:00.000-07:00

If only life could be so black and white sometimes. After a phone conversation this evening I have been left feeling undervalued and not understood. To be honest, the pressure feels oppressive. I think I must speak a foreign language. I cant be bothered going into details so this is where the photo helps to tell the story. This is what my whole idea of blogging for lent is for.
Emotional Therapy...

Lent Day 18

2009-03-16T16:47:00.001-07:00

I had my second Brazillian Samba dance class last night. Ive been told that this style of dance has many health benefits. I was sitting next to a woman last night that was dancing with me in the beginners class. We were watching the intermediate class shake their bums like I can only dream I could. I can definately see how Samba can be good for you. After dancing around the house this morning my muscles feel so much more relaxed, which is a good thing. However Samba has uncovered my old party trick; my hip keeps popping out. Not particually useful when you are trying to do smooth hip circles.
Anyway, Samba is imporving not only my physical health but also mental health. I have something to look forward to on a Monday night, I have more self confidence, my mind is clearer and I have something to blog about! Gotta love it.

Lent Day 17

2009-03-16T16:28:00.000-07:00

I have been watching the little red dots on the map on my blog grow in number and in size. I am stunned at how many people are coming to my page and from all over the world. I would like to acknowledge the 169 people from Australia, 20 people in the US, 7 people from France, 5 people from Mexico, 2 people from Germany, 2 people from the UK, 2 people from spain, 2 people from portugal, 2 people from India, 2 people from Indonesia, 2 people from Brazil, 2 people from Venezuela, 2 people from Porto Rico, 2 people from Vietnam, 1 person from Canada, 1 person from Belgium, 1 person from Argentina, 1 person from Poland, 1 person from Israel, 1 person from Turkey, 1 person from Hong Kong and last but no means least, the 1 person from Italy who have visited my blog this year. Although I have created this blog for a bit of personal therapy and fun it is really cool to know that there are many other people from all over the world who come to this site and share in the fun. You comments and encouraging words make blogging so worth while.

Virtual high fives all round!

PS. for all you who are interested: I got a call from Dad last night to say that the boys on the trip had their first accident. Tully tried to squish his bike in between Marcello and Fish, breaking the pannears off the two of the bikes. Apart from that, being saturated, and some dodgy accomodation the boys seem to be having a great time.

Third Sunday of Lent

2009-03-15T21:59:00.000-07:00

I have been trying to get the theme accross to my Sunday morning youth that Lent is about cutting the crap to spent more time with God. Using the past few weeks as a bit of a lesson I decided to get a little more creative. I forgot how effective a little Easter egg hunt and a packet of snakes can be when getting 12 to 19 year olds to think about the bible! How does that old saying go? SOmething like, 'the way to a man's heart is through his stomach.' I reckon it applies to teenagers too! Such a fun morning!

Lent Day 16

2009-03-15T21:40:00.001-07:00

Our house was buzzing at 7ap this morning when I got up. My Dad was leaving for his 'mid-life crisis adventure' half way around Australia. My Dad (pictured in the centre with is imaculate XJR) and three of his mates are travelling along the East coast of Australia to Queensland. Once there the three others will turn around and come home and Dad will travel to the top of Queensland, accross to Darwin and make his way home through the Red Center. All men are armed with sleeping bags, camping equipment, cooking equipment including gas stoves, wet weather gear and basic tool and puncture kits and are preparing to endure all the elements of Australia's harsh climate. It's an exciting journey for all but also a little scary. Please remember them in your thoughts and prayers. If you are interested in their journey visit www.halfwayroundwithpete.blogspot.com
Dad and the guys would love the support!!

Lent Day 15

2009-03-15T21:28:00.000-07:00

Again I have realised the value of friendships. After our lecture finished two hours early Chad and Bec (pictured here) and another friend Courtney and I went to the local pub for a Friday drink. I love these guys to bits. Our youth work community at Tabor Adelaide is amazing. They are so supportive. I would really love to spend more time with them but this is part of the conspiracy. At uni they make you work so you have less time to spend with your mates! By the way Chad, I hope you don't mind me using your photo! Its such a good shot.

Lent Day 14

2009-03-15T21:20:00.000-07:00

I had an amazing Communication skills lecture today where I got to sit and have a meaningful chat to my friend Andy about life. We chilled on the grass outside under the shade of a tree for about 30 minutes. Its amazing what a little time outside of class and some sunshine can do.

Lent Day 13

2009-03-10T22:10:00.000-07:00

I was on facebook earlier and was looking through people's photo albums when I came accross one titled 'Fregon 09.' I couldn't help but take a look. For all you who may not know I have been to Fregon twice. Fregon is a remote aboriginal community in the North West of South Australia. Each time I have left a piece of myself up there. We stay out on the property of a man called Tjilpi Robyn, a respected elder in the community. The boy in the middle happens to be Robyn's grandson, Brendon. I have had a lot to do with Brenton the times we have been up to Fregon. Last time we went up we were introduced to another one of Robyn's grandsons, Jamaica, the boy that happens to be standing on the left. I couldn't believe my eyes when I saw this picture. It's reassuring to say the least. Fregon can be such a volitile place and it is sad to think that many of the kids are going to get mixed up in drugs, alcohol or just get lost in the system somewhere. To see their photo reassures me that they are doing ok. Although this picture brings me hope it also makes me homesick. I have such a strong calling to this place. Fregon is my second home. It's only a matter of time before I am there again.

Lent Day 12

2009-03-10T04:09:00.000-07:00

Today has been all about self care. For once I made myself put homework asside to go visit the dentist for my 2 year check up, something I get increasingly anxious about; and a trip to the physio to ease tension in my neck, back and shoulders that have been the cause of my intensifying headaches. The dentist gave me the all clear and I will need about 5 sessions of physio. Im not complaining about either. It's one thing to take care of your spiritual health but it is just as important to look after your physical health.

Lent Day 11

2009-03-10T03:54:00.000-07:00

After a massive weekend of celebration I was glad that Monday was a public holiday. This is a picture of my lovely fella Andrew. We have both been crazy busy over the last few weeks, Andrew on a 3 month probation form work and me back at uni again. We really don't spend as much time together as we would like so we try and have 'date day/night' once a week. Just happens that date day landed on Monday! Andrew came over and made us a fantastic breakfast of yoghurt, berries, peaches and a nice hot cuppa, which we drank outside overlooking the valley at my house. The day was ours to do with what we liked. It's nice to have no agenda.
Unfortunately the day got a little hectic after I whacked my dog in the head with my heel while on the swings at my old primary school and we took a detour to the emergency vet. Happy to report that while a little concussed she is ok.
It's so important to have that quality time with those you love and that we don't take that for granted. I have loved the celebrations over the weekend as it has reiterated to me how important love is. Friday night this week marks another celebration. My Dad leaves for a motorbike trip half way round Australia the next day. Looking forward to celebrating with Dad and a good cold beer before he leaves.

Second Sunday of Lent

2009-03-09T14:42:00.000-07:00

This is what I felt like doing on the Sunday after the wedding. I couldn't have imagined a better day to sit back and lay on the grass. It was about 28 degrees and the sun was shining. I was invited to come and celebrate the second day of Joy and Tom's wedding with the rest of their family. There were about 40 or 50 people at the Spadavecchia's house from all over Australia. I spent the day in a dream because I was so tired but I don't think I was alone. It was great catching up with Andrew's cousin Jo and his girlfriend Charlotte from Perth, who were feeling as vague as I was. As vague as we felt I think we managed to understand each other and enjoy the silences that came with the conversation.

Lent Day 10

2009-03-09T14:24:00.000-07:00

March 7, 2009 marks my brother's birthday and also Andrew's sisters wedding. The Day was such an amazing celebration of love. Love is not always about the love we have for our partners. It extends further than that. It is something that we share most commonly with our friends and family. Love is also what drives us to show compassion for people we don't know.
Love is an incredible gift.

Lent Day 9

2009-03-09T14:13:00.000-07:00

It's my little brother's Birthday on Saturday but I'll be at my boyfriend's sisters wedding so we decided to go out tonight to celebrate instead. Can't believe that he is gonna be 24! They say that you can't choose your family. If I had the choice I don'wouldn't choose another anyway. I have the best little bro ever. Happy Birthday Andy!!!

Lent Day 8

2009-03-04T20:18:00.000-08:00

Don't you hate it when people make you think sometimes? How often do you just live in the moment? So often in life we tend to look at the past or the future but never sit quietly to appreciate the moment we are living in. Dee, the lecturer from my Communication Skills class gave us an opportunity to sit with this. To listen to yourself breathe, to feel whats going on inside your stomach, to just simply be. Dee then went into talking about the signposts in our lives. These signposts point us into different life directions. Sometimes we mistake them for our life's destination. For example, you love music so you believe that playing on stage is the be all and end all. But what happens after that moment has passed? Our lives have seasons. Sometimes it's hard to let go of those seasons when they pass. It's the same with these signposts. We can be so caught up in our achievement of finding this signpost we forget about the journey that lies ahead. Be brave. Life is an adventure with signposts on the way to guide you...

Lent Day 7

2009-03-04T03:19:00.000-08:00

I have just spent the last hour or so in my room trying to remember the Samba moves from Monday nights lesson. I don't have any Samba type music so I decided to put a CD on that I haven't listened to for a while. Gradually I couldn't care less about the moves. When you feel the music you the moves don't seem to matter. I love it.Why didn't I take up dance sooner?

Lent Day 6

2009-03-02T20:53:00.000-08:00

Isn't it funny how your perception changes sometimes. Up until the last six months I have always thought of the sunshine as being something of hope. There was nothing more lifegiving than a beautiful warm sunny day. I lived for it.

The drought in South Australia is becoming more and more real to the point where our rainwater tank is near empty and we were starting to think about buying water (for all those who don't live in Adelaide the tap water here is unbearable). Rain was forcast for Tuesday this week and for the first time in a very long time I found myself looking forward to the rain. The rain now brings a sign of hope. Not just to me but to others with empty rain tanks, dirty cars, dryed out skin (from lack of moisture in the air, farmers with empty dams, crops to grow and cattle to feed. There is nothing better than the sound of rain on the roof.

Im sure people in Queensland have a very different story to tell at the moment (A few weeks ago aver 60% of Queensland was under water), but for us here living in South Australia this is our reality...

Lent Day 5

2009-03-02T03:32:00.000-08:00

For the last few weeks I have been craving to get back into dance again. For me dance is a chance to really let go. It gives a feeling of freedom. I had such a great time learning how to belly dance on Saturday night I couldn't help but tell y friend Kate about it. We had been talking for a while about Samba. Kate has been doing Samba for almost a year. When she said to me I should come with her on Monday I thought, 'Well, why not?' So I did. I forgot just how amazing dance can be and Samba is such a celebration. The colours, the costumes and the movements make this Brazilian dance so incredible, you can't help but crank out a few moves. I'm really looking forward to again being able to celebrate that freedom I haven't experienced so many years. Bring on next Monday's lesson!! Thanks Kate!

The first Sunday of Lent

2009-03-01T16:10:00.000-08:00

If I have this right the Sudays of lent are not included in the 40 days, they are a day when you are able to break the fast and celebrate. I have decided to blog anyway because I feel like it is important. Saturday night I was at my boyfriend's sister's hens night. We were asked to wear a mask and everyone was given a beaded belly dancing scarf. After a quick dinner of pizza and nibbles we went to a belly dancing studio and had lessons on how to bellydance, embracing our womanly curves whilst looking incredibly sexy (or at least we though we did. The mirror told me another story). It was a great night but I have suffered all weekend from a bad headache and I had to leave early. As I was lying in my bed reflecting on what a great night I had I remembered that I had unconciously gobbled a fruitchoc. Initially I was so disappointed with myself but then I realised that Lent leaves room for a fast breaking celebration each week. Mine had just come a day early, well really it came on time. What a way to celebrate the first mini fast breaking day!

Lent Day 4

2009-02-27T21:59:00.000-08:00

I was reflecting on a lecture we had the other day about the various masks we put on to please different people we meet, when I came accross a photo of my brother at his 21st. Even though the mask was of his own face I cant tell you how creapy it was . From a distance you could see that it was him but there was something odd about the way he looked at you. The real person underneath is way better than any mask we could put on.

Lent Day 3

2009-02-27T14:03:00.000-08:00

My friends and I went to the opening parade of the Adelaide Fringe last night. I have never seen so many people in Adelaide in one place. We had a possie right at the end of the parade line in the front row. I saw this little girl walking around with the rest of the pack of cards looking quite sad out of place in amongst the rest of the Fringe Chaos. I guess being 1 of 52 cards in a pack can get you down. However there is only 1 five of clubs...

Day 2 of Lent

2009-02-25T23:10:00.000-08:00

Today is the second day of Lent. This photo I took for a assignment last year. When I look at this picture it reminds me that being busy and successful is not always going to bring you happiness, in fact sometimes the busier you are the lonelier you are. I would encourage you to cut out the crap from your life and focus on the important things, whatever they may be.

The 40 Days of Lent

2009-02-24T17:20:00.000-08:00

Pancake day was yesterday and I sat at my computer multi-tasking, writing my assignment and also thinking about the meaning of lent. Each year for the past 4 years I have given up something for lent, usually Coke and Chocolate because they are my two biggest addictions. However, for the last two years I have failed miserably. This year I have the motivation and the dedication to succeed. But I feel that Lent is more than just giving up something you love. Its about reflection.
Did you realise that the 40 days of Lent represents the 40 days Jesus spent struggling out in the dessert? Well, thats what Wiki told me and on this rare occasion I believe it.

I have been feeling a little creative lately so I have decided to post a photo for each day of Lent. Some of these will be my own and some will be ones that I have gained inspiration from. My hope is that you will be able to reflect on the meaning and the struggles of Lent.

Enjoy the journey.

Ash Wednesday

It's bloody hard to get a break being me.

2009-02-10T13:45:00.000-08:00

It's been a while since I've written a blog and to be honest it's because I haven't been in the right frame of mind to do anythingabout it. Although life has been really busy and there have been plenty of things to say there just haven't been enough words in my head to write down.

Over 6 months ago I wrote a post about how good it was when all my assignments from uni were handed up. I was able to look up for the first time in ages and really appreciate the sunset outside the door. When the holidays had dried up it was all too easy to get caught up in the busyness of life again. Head down, working as hard as I could and going t bed each night with a whole lot of thoughts about what I needed to do the next day keeping me from sleeping.

As the last lecture finished I had no time to relax as I went straight into preperation mode for the Vietnam Christmas missions trip (www.australia2vietnam.blogspot.com). Vietnam and all its busyness deeply effected me and I found it hard to function properely. Apart from leaving most mornings at 7am and arriving home at night after 10:30pm or later I was sharing a room with a lady that liked to talk a lot. When I did eventually get my own room the traffic noise was a constant reminder of all the chaos we were experiencing. I neither could sleep well nor stop to fully appreciate the space I was in. I still wasn't able to look up as I was still bound up by all my thoughts and anxieties.

We cam home from Vietnam two days before Christmas. Still feeling jet lagged I spent Christmas day with family, being shuffled from one place to the other. The celebrations didn't stop. There were more Christmas celebrations and then New Years celebrations, people to catch up with, birthdays. On top of all this I've been moving bedrooms (if you've seen the amount of stuff in my room you will know how big that job is), helping Andrew move out, helping Andrew's family move furniture, plus trying to find time for just Andrew. I still haven't had time to look up. It's been hard.

Just to top things off I'm seriously thinking about dropping out of uni to do a Tafe course in Youth Work. We have also had workmen pulling our bathroom to pieces so there has been no shower and we wont have one until the weekend probably but then we will be without a toilet. Grr!!

When I say look up I mean it in the most litteral sense. When you are so tied down by things it is really difficult to look up. I get so fucused on whats in front of me because I am so caught up in the smaller things that I honetly cant look anywhere else. My mind is numb and my emotional and spiritual wellbeing is suffering. It kills me to know that I can't be in that place where I can appreciate life. I need some breathing space to be able to find it again. I need a bloody holiday - a real holiday!

It was weird, last night I had a debrief with my almost sister-in-law about the frustrations of being in a relationship. Frustrated angry and sick of everyone and everything when I got home I was really inspired to blog but knew I was too tired to do it so I internally blogged myself to sleep last night. Am I happier because of it? Probably not, but I do feel a bit better for being able to vent. I forgot just how therapudic blogging can be. However, catch 22, you still need the words to be able to write down.

It's fair to say that I am still struggling...

Vietnam Adventure 2008

2008-11-18T14:50:00.000-08:00

Some of you may be aware that I am on my way to Vietnam in two weeks time. I have created a new blog to journal my adventures.

http://australia2vietnam.blogspot.com/

Ill try and keep you as up to date as possible with pre-Vietnam information, prayer points, stories, adventures and photos. Im not sure what kind of internet access I will have in Vietnam but Ill try my best to keep a regular blog happening.

I would love to have your support, prayers and encouragement during this time. Hope you can enjoy the adventure with me.

This is Reality

2008-11-11T14:57:00.000-08:00

I have lost count of the number of times I have watched this video clip. My mate Chad from Tabor put together this video for his Youth Work in Intercultural Settings assignment. In just over 5 minutes Chad has managed to capture the struggles of Australia's Indigenous population in the most moving piece of film I have seen. I want to encourage everyone to take 5 minutes of you day to watch this. Follow the link...

This is Reality ...

"Sexual assult is a product of culture not colour."

2008-11-10T21:34:00.000-08:00

Eden Hills is a picturesque spot in the Adelaide Hills. It is home to endless abounds of bushland, winding creeks full of frogs and tadpoles, rail road history in the form of an old tunnel that has been transformed into a secret WW2 bunker, a mushroom farm, and more recently a place for young people to express their artistic creativity using spray cans.

What has been even more impressive is the deep and profound words of some of Eden Hills' graffiti artists. For almost a year I have walked down to the Eden Hills train station and have walked past an almost prophetic verse sprayed onto the pavement.

"Sexual assult is a product of culture not colour."

Who ever thought that you would find that writen on the ground at your local train station!Although the colours were not bold, the statement was bold enough.

Unfortunately, I went walking past it the other day and someone has scrubbed it off. Of all tags and stuff to get rid of, I thought that should be the one to stay permanently.

This statement puts a new spin on the sexual abuse issues in Aboriginal communities. Has it ever occured to you that sexual assult in these communities could be a product of culture? After sustainin decades of abuse from white people through rape, physical abuse and massicres is it any wonder that Aboriginal people get caught up in this abusive cycle? I don't want to make excuses for such abuse but I do want to acknowledge that abuse has got to come from some experience. Its something to think about.

Its great to see my genertation seriously thinking about these issues deeply imbedded in our culture. Free coffee to the person who wrote that at the Eden Hills train station!!

Saying goodbye to Fregon team 2008

2008-09-13T15:06:00.000-07:00

I was up at 6am this morning to see the guys from this years Fregon trip leave. After weeks and weeks of 4WD trouble they are finally on the road and the 4WD seemed to purr as it left. The girls have limited themselves to one hairdryer and one straightener. I had to laugh when I heard that.
On advice from Beverly and Dave who work in Fregon in the APY lands Jonathan decided not to take clothes this year. This is the first time in 20 years we haven't been involved in gathering and sending clothes. In the past the clothes have been the cause of much tension and jealousy. Reactions cold be different towards this years group for this reason.
On the other hand, not having clothes to take means more room in the car and in the trailer, making the 12 days just that little bit more comfortable. Sitting in the middle seat of Jonathan's 4WD between two other people the more room the better!
Ah, the memories. Hours of Josh Pyke, bad jokes, Coke, ice cream, and the Eurythmics in the car. The amazing stories told by Yami Lester, Tjilpi Robin and Dave. The long nights spent looking up at the stars finding constellations and talking about God. The days spent playing footy with the kids. And afternoons in the arts centre watching people paint and getting into some "colour therapy." I cant wait to go again, I feel homesick for the APY lands.
These girls are going to have an amazing time and I look forward to hearing the stories when they come back.

Grey areas and Red tape

2008-09-08T22:22:00.000-07:00

After getting myself all fired up the other day about the Aboriginal guys getting kicked out of the park lands I havelearned how complicated this isssue really is. I sat down with my friend, Annie yesterday and we discussed the ins and outs of politics. Annie. having worked for politicians before offered her services in constructive letter writing, knowing what does and doesnt get read by most politicians. The trick is to construct a letter that is different from many other. With so many grey areas concerning the guys camped in the Western park lands this could be extremely difficult. Im gonna have to do a heck of a lot of research to even get to the stage where I can start writing letters. However, Im not prepared to give up that easily. Im still gonna fight for these guys.
For anyone that has explored issues such as this in the past I would love to hear from you. Maybe you could give me some tips on what to do or where to go.

Stay tunned...

What Rights?

2008-09-01T23:54:00.000-07:00

Learning about our Indigenous Australians is a passion of mine. I have been talking to a friend of mine from Tabor about her Aboriginal friends living in the park lands on West Terrace in Adelaide. Every now and then I check in to see how things are going there and what she is doing to build community with them. I expressed interest a few months ago about going with her to meet them. I have no agenda, I just want to be in community with them and to be able to see things from their life perspective. I was not surprised when my friend told me that there had been a lot of hostility toward white people in recent months as a white fella went in and threatened them with a knife. Ever since they have been extremely guarded, suspicious to anyone that may come into contact with them, sometimes even becoming hostile. My friend, aware of her own risk to her life was not prepared to be responsible for my life as well. I completely understand why she doesn't want to take me there just yet. She suggested an alternative, to bring one of the more respected members of the community to come and visit outside of their home territory. We both agreed and thought it best if we lay low for a few months until things had settled.

The news brought to me today has changed any plans that we made for me to be introduced into the community. The Royal Adelaide Show is only a few weeks away and the police went into the West Terrace park lands and told this community to move on. Apparently the confrontation was hostile and one of the police has been charged with assault. These people were told to leave the only piece of land they knew as home and find accommodation elsewhere.

Already our Aboriginal friends have been kicked out of Victoria Square, a sacred place for Adelaide's indigenous people. What angers me most is that Adelaide city council has the audacity to fly the Aboriginal flag in Victoria Square after they have kicked them out. Whats more is that they are not just banned from the Square, they are also banned from entering the North, East, West and South Terrace perimeters. Adelaide has made it quite clear that Aboriginal people are not welcome. Its almost as if they are trying to cover up any traces that homeless aboriginal people exist. Avoiding the issue is only going to make things worse.

Is it any wonder these people are so disjointed? They have had their land taken away from them, told that their belief system is crap and told that they now have to abide by the laws of white people. Aboriginal people have experienced hundreds of years of murder and abuse and to this day experience first and second generation symptoms of post traumatic stress, passed on by parents and grandparents. Racism is rife in our community whether you believe it or not and we further marginalize people through our actions. Is it any wonder white people are met with hostility after all that has happened to Indigenous Australians? I ask again, how is this decision to kick them off their home turf fair on the guys in the West Terrace park lands?

There are no quick fixes but there is also no hiding from the issues we have created in the past. There needs to be an acknowledgement of the people in need in our community, this includes the Indigenous population. We need to recognise ways in which we can help them and do life with them. Our white history is so tainted and its time we acknowledged that and started to move forward...

... otherwise why did we bother to say

'sorry'

to Aboriginal Australians?...

This is a topic I get really fired up about. I would love to hear your opinions and stories.

Kanyini

2008-08-28T00:58:00.000-07:00

Imagine you are with your family outside having a BBQ on a beautiful sunny day. Suddenly a group of people come and murdered half your family, then take you away from your remaining family. You don’t understand their language and you have no idea if you will see your family again. They try and tell you that the way you have been living for all these years is bad and re-educate you in the ways of their beliefs. You are still not able to understand why this has happened. The freedom you once felt through your friends and family connections no longer exists and you feel empty.

As part of Youth and Spirituality at Tabor we watched a documentary called Kanyini. The documentary spoken by Bob Randall is about the Aboriginal people’s loss of identity through mass killings, the influence of Christian missionaries and the stolen generation. These people had lost their sense of kanyini. Is it any wonder they ate still suffering from the loss?

Kanyini, a Pitjantjatjatjara word for a four part connectedness referred to by Anangu people. These four parts include family, land, belief system and spirituality. It is Kanyini that connect them to everything, a oneness with all living things and a belief that everything has been created in a perfect state.

In many ways our Christian spirituality is parallel to Anangu spirituality. This makes the yearly trips to Fregon with Jonathan even more amazing, knowing that we share the same values but view them from different perspectives. There is a lot to be said for kanyini. How often do you think about our connectedness with all things? And if we do, how often do we take that for granted? There is a lot to learn from Anangu culture and these differences are something that we should continue to embrace.

‘The truth will set us free. Not the hidden truth, the open truth.’ – Bob Randall, Kanyini

The forgotten in Adelaide.

2008-07-01T17:59:00.001-07:00

You would think that being on holidays from uni would mean that I would have more time to blog. What a joke! Anyway, here I am, fired up and ready to go.

Did you ever see the Today Tonight program that focused on Adelaide's homeless? I was fired watching this particularly episode that night. A middle upper class man from the apartments on the east side of Adelaide proceeded to treat those living in the park lands as nothing more than a nuisance and devaluing the lives of the Adelaide's homeless. A number of Adelaide's homeless have set up home in the park lands in a place known as tent city. With shelters full every night the park lands in Adelaide are probably the safest place for them to go. And really, it's not hurting anyone is it?

This guy just kept slinging off profanities calling those in the park lands as 'feral,' telling them to go back to go back to Glenside mental health facility from which they came. When the approached by the reporter about going down to meet the people residing in tent city is it any wonder that he didn't want to go? Frightened of what the consequences may be he decided that the verbal slinging should be kept at a distance. Obviously this is someone that is too comfortable in his own little world, not thinking about what the consequences may be for these people who he was proposing to get rid of. If he wanted to get rid of them from the park lands then maybe he should offer them a room in his nice little apartment.

Those living in the park lands are our brothers and sisters. They are no different to the rich guy across the street. They deserve the same rights and the ability to make their voices heard. So why is it that society continues to treat them as less than human? Why is it that we are prepared to just lay back and ignore what is going on around us? Many of those people living on the street have just had a run of bad luck, or have been tortured by their own personal demons. I have more respect for the guys on the street than I do for that other guy. Every day they have to battle with stares, comments, and forces telling them to move on. That takes a lot of guts. These are the people that we should be standing with.

For all those people claiming that they follow Jesus, this is the kind of injustice that Jesus was on about. Jesus was always humble, never had that much money and what he did have he shared with others. He did life with others, journeying with the through the good and the bad. If Jesus was living in Adelaide in 2008 I reckon he would be living in tent city too. So what are you going to do about it?

"Blessed are the poor in spirit,

for theirs is the kingdom of heaven.

Blessed are those who mourn,

for they will be comforted.

Blessed are the meek,

for they will inherit the earth.

Blessed are those who hunger and thirst for righteousness,

for they will be filled.

Blessed are the merciful,

for they will be shown mercy.

Blessed are the pure in heart,

for they will see God.

Blessed are the peacemakers,

for they will be called sons of God.

Blessed are those who are persecuted because of righteousness,

for theirs is the kingdom of heaven.

Blessed are you when people insult you, persecute you and falsely say all kinds of evil against you because of me. Rejoice and be glad, because great is the reward in heaven, for in the same way they persecuted the prophets who were before you."

- Jesus (Matthew 5:3-12)

The Journey Thus Far.

2008-06-17T17:36:00.000-07:00

Two weeks ago I had my last week of lectures and I handed up a massive 3000 word essay ( I have never written so many words before). After putting the finishing touches on my assignment at 12 on Thursday night I went to bed and crashed. I don't think anyone could have woken me up. There is a huge sense of relief when you hand up a piece of work you feel you have put your everything into. I was glad to be rid of it. When the last lecture finnished on Friday I went out with a friend for coffee to Cibos on King William road, I guess for a bit of a debrief session. The relief of knowing that there were no mre lecture for 6 weeks was quite an exciting concept. It was only on my way home I realised how draining this whole study experience had been. As closure, I took pleasure in ripping all my post-it notes out of all 13 text books. Really, the sight was amazing. This photo just doesn't do it justice.

I sat on the couch. The stress had disapeared but had been replaced by extreme tiredness but I was determined to watch the whole episode of Home and Away before I would fall asleep on the couch. It didn't happen. I was asleep within the first 5 minutes. However, there was one more assignment that needed to be finnished. I was scared that I would be too relaxed and would forget about it. The pressure wasn't completely gone.

I handed up the last of the semesters papes on the following Friday and was more than relieved to be rid of all of them. I went out for coffee once again with two others from the same course, both also relieved that the semester had come to an end. Going home after coffee I began to realise what I had missed out on over the last 6 months.
It had been ages since I had looked up at the sky. Everything was so clear and beautiful. I couldn't help but be amazed. It had been nearly six months since I had looked up with clear vision and been able to take in just how amazing, how incredible God is. There is such peace if we can stop for a while. God is in everything. He gives life to everything. Take a deep breath and take notice of the world around you. I realised at the end of my journey just how much God was there with me and now celebrating with me as I find a new sense of freedom...

...and run around like I have drunk a litre of straight red cordial.

It's comming....

2008-05-26T16:09:00.001-07:00

I really don't get to blog as much as I would like to. Six months ago I started a degree in youth work. It has ment that I have gone from having lots of free time to not having very much at all. I absolutely love what I am doing! My passion for working with broken and oppressed youth is starting to become reality. Stay tunned, once the next two weeks are over Im gonna go blog crazy!

From Little Things Big Things Grow

2008-04-21T23:22:00.000-07:00

Ever heard of the Get Up Mob? These guys have been made popular by the remake of the Paul Kelly song, ‘From Little Things Big Things Grow.’ This local mix of old versus Aussie hip hop has been made to commemorate the apology made by Kevin Rudd to the Aboriginal Population of Australia and features artists Kev Carmody, Paul Kelly, Urthboy, Missy Higgins, Mia Dyson, Radical Son, Jane Tyrrell, Dan Sultan, Joel Wenitong and Ozi Batla. The Apology is going to go down in Australian history and recognised by the rest of the world. How much more of a success would it be if we all acted on the apology heard by millions of Australians on February 12, 2008? It is important that we support the government in their campaign to right the wrongs and stand alongside of our Indigenous brothers and sisters. Starting with something as little as a sorry we can help to rebuild a nation broken by centauries of oppression and injustice. From little things big things grow. How are you going to help?
Check out http://www.getup.org.au/ for the Get Up Mob song and for more info on the Get Up campaign.

The Saddest Goodbye

2008-04-03T02:12:00.000-07:00

Anyone who knows me knows that I love Home and Away. Tonight was the end of an era. Kate Richie, aka Sally Fletcher, has left the soap after 20 fantastic years. At 7:25pm on April 3, 2008 I'm predicting that half of Australia was crying along with me as Sally left to go overseas. Goodbye Sally; Summer Bay just wont be the same.

Watiparinga Dog... Err...God Moment

2008-04-02T00:28:00.000-07:00

Pippa is our dog, a maltese-shitzu and Im fair convinced that she has ADHD. The only time she stops is when she's alseep. I have been sitting at home studying all day today but have done as much as I could. I needed to get out so I decided to take Pippa for a walk along the fire track of the Watiparinga reserve. As I got to the reserve I took off her lead and let her run free. Its the first time I have done this and was a little reluctant, if I called her who knows if she'd ever stop. Mum had assured me that she woud listen so I decided to give it a go.

It was a beautiful being able to walk amongst the trees meandering down the winding dirt track watching Pippa run ahead her back legs almost going too fast for her as she went down the hill. I couldnt help but laugh at her. She would never go further than about 10 away from me before she would stop and wait for me to catch up. I would stop and bend over to pat her and then she would run another 10 metres, scuttering all over the place, marking out her favourite dry patch of spinifex before stopping when she got too far ahead. It's so much more fun watching her run free.

I couldnt help but think thats almost like us with God. We can get so caught up with life and get a little ADHD ourselves by doing our own thing and like Pippa, trying to claim things for ourselves. It can be so easy to loose sight of God. It's not until we stop and aknowledge Him that we realise how far we have actually gone. God, all the time keeping us in His sights, going after us if we have gone too far. He enjoys our freedom that we have in him rather than the confines of a leash.

Luckily, as I got to the end of the reserve I called out for Pippa to stay and she did. I put her back on her lead and we walked up the street back home. All I could think was how glad I was that God doesn't leave us on a leash. He is no puppeteer and we are no puppets. He loves the freedom that he gives us and gives us the right to use that freedom.

Anyhoo, that's my thought for the 2nd of April 2008.

The Heatwave Has Ended

2008-03-17T18:44:00.000-07:00

After 15 days straight of weather over 35 the heatwave is officially over. I woke up this morning and opened up my bedroom door, only to walk back in again to get a second layer of clothing. It was cold! Todays temperature is expected to reach a cool top of 29. Hopefully the weather will stay nice for the weekend. Im leaving for the annual church Easter camp at Goolwa on Friday and most of the weekend will be spent surfing at Goolwa beach.
Tents, roast chicken, family & friends, beach, surf...
Hows the serenity...
Bring on a cooler Easter.

Adeliade's Heat Wave

2008-03-12T16:51:00.000-07:00

Adelaide has recorded its longest heat wave ever. The last record stood at 8 days. It's been completely smashed. We are now at day 11 of temperatures recorded over 35 degrees. I think most days haven't gone under 37-38. Usually this isn't something that I would complain about but at the moment I'm stuck inside trying to study. I would rather be at the beach.

Mmm, beach...

Dream on!
What are ya gonna do about it?

SYG 2008

2008-03-11T23:51:00.000-07:00

Friday 7thof March, the call was out and people were driving in unorganized convoy to the Starplex at Trinity College in Gawler for the 2008 State Youth Games. Jenna, Kerin, Dan, Denam, Mark, Andy, and I answered the call and made our way down o Trinity for the weekend. We knew from the beginning it was going to be hot, we weren’t going to get enough sleep, and the competition was going to be tough. It wasnt never going to be easy, but the challenge had been set and we were prepared for the battle ahead. The sports are played over 3 days starting from Friday night swimming to marathon and finals on Monday.
Friday night at the opening ceremony we met the other half of our team from Brighton Church of Christ, Jess, Haydn, Naomi, Charles and Solomon. We were united with our ‘BC/BC - Back in Black’ t-shirts and our matching black wrist bands indicating that we were in this for the whole weekend.
In the swimming Mark swam a valiant 50 metres freestyle and came in at 3rd in the first heat. Jenna and I both swam the 25 metres freestyle and 25 metres breaststroke. I came 4th in the Breaststroke. It was a fair effort by all of us. The competition was tough.
Saturday morning we had entered three teams for 3 on 3 basketball. Our Blackwood boys team looked to be in good form, winning 3 out of 5 games. The girls started to find form in the last two games winning the last our of 5 games. The finals on played on Monday were won by Hawthorn for the boys and Marion for the girls.
Saturday afternoon we were feeling confident in Volleyball. We had many Sunday afternoon practice at Scope last year. For the majority of us this was going to be the sport that we were going to do well at. The phrase ‘G it up’ was our catch cry and we got vocal as we encourage one another on the court. The comp was dominated by Hawthorn that afternoon but Blackwood came an awesome 4th.
Mark and Denam got their first taste of Sega Lock-On, a portable laser skirmish game. Andy and the boys spent the night running around Trinity College, expelling the last of the energy they had left.
Sunday, the temperature was expected to reach 40 degrees. A few of the sports got cancelled and many of the games got shifted around to compensate for the heat. SYG Football is a game played with a gym ball and encompasses sports such as basketball, football and soccer. Teams such as Happy Valley and Marion take this game quite seriously. Our Blackwood/Brighton team went in hard. Mark giving it everything he had sprained his ankle. Happy Valley, long time pros at SYG Footy, cleaned up in the finals.
Sunday afternoon our Blackwood/Brighton team got into a bit of netball, another sport that we used to play at Scope. The team started out in good form winning the first two games, but the competition was too good. Marion winning the grand final played on Monday.
Sunday night saw the panel come to SYG. Matt, Gavin, Cam, Carl, Mark and I talked about the good the bad and the ugly of sport over the last year while watching inspirational videos of people who overcame the odds.
Monday saw the grand final playoffs for SYG Footy, Netball and Basketball. Unfortunately, we didn’t make it into any of the finals but we were feeling good about the weekend. It really wasn’t about winning or loosing, it was about community, having fun, and coming out the other side knowing that we had given it our best shot.
The awards were given out at the closing ceremony. On overall points Blackwood/Brighton took home the wooden spoon. An acknowledgement of how hard we worked. For many of us this was our first year and we were happy with our efforts.
Already Mark and I are in discussions about SYG next year. 2009 will see Blackwood come back bigger and better than ever. We are aiming for a team of at least 20. If you are over 15 and are interested in a fun weekend of playing sports then SYG is right up your alley!
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If God had pocket money he would spend it on ebay

2008-03-04T17:30:00.000-08:00

My partner in ministry crime showed me a film clip by Weird Al today. 'What I bought on ebay,' is played to the tune of the Backstreet Boys song 'I want it that way.' It's a funny clip expressing one persons obsession with the internet auction site. The sad thing is that for many people this is reality. So many people are addicted to ebay. I know my brother's addiction is buying those sega lock-on headsets (I think he is up to 8 now). Many of my old clients from the salon would come in and tell me about their latest bargain buys from ebay. "Judy, you should try it! I swear by ebay, everything is so cheap!" I hate shopping at the best of times and Im really not into buying everyone elses junk, but people do it! People spend so much time collecting "bargain items" that they will probably only use for a week and store in a cupboard until they die or at least have a garage sale. We can spend our money on the ridiculous stuff, and so the useless junk keeps building...

I have herd so many people in the past try and explain what God is like but none are as ridiculous as this statement that came from a tertiary education lecturer

We have been likened to being 'God's pocket money.'

'You are God's pocket money! We are the people that belong exclusively to God for his delight. Your pocket money is your "treat money" - what you are free to spend on yourself. This is how God sees you. You exist for his delight and pleasure.'

My eyes just about popped out of my head when I heard this come out of my lecturers mouth! God's pocket money, hey? What the?!?!

Pocket money, often given to children usually burns a hole in their pockets. In our house mum and dad usually have an amount of money to get them through the weekly expenses (this is what you call adult pocket money or budget surplus). How often do you really think about the money that you have in your wallet? What would God spend you on if you were his pocket money? To buy His lunch? To buy some little crappy toy from the $2 shop? A pair of shoes perhaps? Then I realized that if God did have us as poket money he would probably get into the 21st century and spend it on ebay. Why wouldn't you? When I hear us being likened to God's pocket money I think about how expendable we must be. God can so easliy exchange us for other things! Is that what He is really like? If this were true there would be no room in heaven for us, it would be full of crap from ebay!

The God that I know is not a God who worries about money or posessions. God cares more about us than He would money and wouldn't trade us for the world (no, not even a sega lock-on headset). He is a God of love and unlike loose change, he won't loose us.

So to the person who believes that we are like "God's pocket money," read Luke 12:13-21 and Luke 13:22-34.

For the youtube video link go to http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HYokLWfqbaU

State Youth Games

2008-03-03T17:56:00.000-08:00

Just a quickie...
Did you know that this year is going to be the hottest State Youth Games on record? It's gonna peak at 39 degrees over Snday and Monday. Think of all us poor people out there in Gawler playing sports all weekend. This year we have combined with Brighton to bring the total number of team members to a grand 12. I'm looking forward to my first ever record breaking SYG.

Blackwood is Back... In Black!

Melbourne- BSB and Everything In Between

2008-02-25T17:46:00.000-08:00

It started with a house sitting job about 4 months ago and ended up being a weekend away in Melbourne with my cousin Renee. I came home on Sunday night, exhausted and sleep deprived, but with a big smile on my face and Backstrett Boys song replaying through my head.

Renee and I have been Backstreet Boys fans for a long time and were pretty excited when it was announced that they were returning to Australia. We missed out on the last concert in Adeliade about 2 years ago and there was no way we were going to miss out again.

We got to the airport early on the Friday night. Renee had bought a new camera and was taking photos of herself. The two of us were like little school girls, giggling and carrying on like we used to do in my lounge room about 10 years ago while watching replays of Backstreet Boys film clips. We said goodbye to my parents and boarded the plane. I found out fairly soon that Renee doesn't like take-offs. Until the seatbelt sign disappered I was instructed not to talk to her. For the rest od the journey we laughed, sang, and chatted like old mates. I wasn't sure that I was doing this just to see my favourite boyband of all time, but more to get to chill out with my cousin.

We got off the plane in Melbourne at around 11pm and went to get our bags and catch a taxi. Renee, with her brand new camera was going around taking photos of the carpet, our bags, the taxis, and our hillarious Indian taxi driver. He had only been on the job for 3 days. I haven't had much experience in catching taxis but Im fairly sure that they are not supposed to talk on their mobiles while driving, or run red lights. Ok, so maybe I exaggerated the running a red light part, but he did almost run it and he did drop the 'F' bomb loud enough for the other cars to hear. We made it in one piece and Renee and I had a good laugh about it.

Our accomodation was a quaint little place in Richmond, owned by a 70 something year old man. Our room was upgraded because they were overbooked. We had a small room complete with a double bed, book case and fridge. We went to sleep that night on a well worn bed. The kind where you are sleeping in other peoples indentations. Even the pillows dipped in the middle. Needless to say that I didnt sleep well that night. With the uneven bed, traffic noise outside, and Renee sleep spooning me and giggling, it was just about impossible for a light sleeper like me to get a few hours down.

Friday night we made the decision to get up early and have breakfast with all the other backpackers and to go shopping on Bridge road. We got talking to a French couple and two Sweedish boys. We chatted to them about the important Aussie norms like Aussie rules footy and Vegimite. I was impressed that two out of the four tried vegimite on toast, but had to laugh when they screwed up their faces and said almost identically, 'I don't think I'll be having that again.' It's all apart of the experience. We spent a good part of the day shopping in little boutique and factory outlet shops, stopping for coffe and lunch as we went.

Rod Laver Arena was only about 15 minutes walk from the backpackers. We got there early and had dinner outside in the cafe. I had to keep checking my bag every few minutes to make sure I still had the tickets. I couldnt believe it, the Backstreet Boys were probably only 200 metres away from where we were sitting. Swarms of girls started lining up when the gates opened, some bringing their poor suffering boyfriends. To be honest though most of the guys that were there looked like they belonged in a boy band! Is that just a Melbourne thing?

I had to keep reminding myself that this was all real. Renee and I took our seats up the back right had side of the stage. It took a while for things to get going. Supporting Backstreet Boys was Brian McFadden, Delta Godream's fiance. Completely unexpected but completely awesome! But to be honest the Backstreet Boys were a million times better! You do feel sorry for the supporting guy. No one really comes to see them. Anyhoo...

I felt like I was 16 again, dancing around in our lounge room. This time we were dancing on a small space between the tiered seating. All boys have withstood the test of time, their voices and dance routines impecible, they were hotter than ever! Some of the songs there was that much screaming arond me that the sounds on my camera were too distorted to make out the songs. Poor Renee. She had to listen to me over and over again tell her how hot Howie D was! The sign of a good concert: you cant hear a thing when you walk out, you come out singing all the songs that you just heard, you have no voice left well into the next day, and... did I mention how hot Howie D was? Oh my goodness! I have now seen my favourite boy band. I can die happy.

We had to be packed and out of our room by 9:30 on Sunday. Thats a hard thing to do when you didnt get to sleep the night before until 1:30 or so. I was so exhausted I think I crashed. To be honest I was a complete write off Sunday. Note to anyone staying in backpackers: Make sure they have a room you can store your bags in for the day after you check out.

We spent the morning looking around Flinders Street and Federation Square. There was a classic car club complete with its own Elvis' running around everywhere. Further back we found a few stalls promoting indigenous foods. Wattleseed chocolate is awesome! We sat down and had breakfast before walking down to the Slow Food festival (we later found out that slow food is the opposite of fast food). The highlight of the morning however was the two sreet performers. Angus and Matilda (yes Matilda was a bloke, poor thing) were the most awesome street performers I have seen. They had Renee in stitches, and quite loud stitches too! Almost embarrassing but coz no one knew us we could be as crazy as we liked. These guys were so good we even got a photo of them. Ill try to get it from Renee later.

Skydeck: A freaking tall building in the centre of Melbourne. It takes 37 seconds to reach the top. Once your up there its nothing but scary heights for miles! But what a great way to view the city. You could almost see where we were staying from there.

We spent the afternoon trying to find a white building we saw while on top of skydeck with no success but we did manage to get lost. Good times out at Campberwell. Good times at the random place we went for lunch. Good times trying to follow directions when you are struggling to stay awake...Ah, good times!

Eventually we made it back to the backpakers to collect our bags. We found a tour guide in our latest taxi driver but unfortunately it came a little late. We were on our way to the airport. Our trip was almost over. The only thing left was to walk around the airport for two hours trying to find Renee's brother a birthday pressie. I was ready to collapse. How long does it take to choose a keyring for crying out loud!

The trip back to Adelaide was full of disruptive overtired laughter. To be honest I think it was Renee trying to pick up the Male Hostess. He loved it! Did you ever notice that every time one of the hostesses come pass you look at them like a puppy dog as if to say 'Am I doing this right? Am I doing ok?' I never tought about it but after it was mentioned I caught myself out doing it all the time. The trip ended on a high right there.

Our weekend in Melbourne was more that a Backstreet Boys concert. It was a bonding experience, full of laughs, late nights, early mornings, and spooning. The concert was fantastic but the street performers and the Sweedish guys were great too. I recomend going away for more of these weekends! Love'n it!

Share the Love

2008-01-31T15:18:00.000-08:00

Just lately I have been feeling like I have given myself to someone before I really have. I feel like I have been making more room for others, making myself vulnerable, and showing a true reflective side. What ever is going on it feels right. I sit here with my pen in my hand I feel complete in the knowledge of God's undefined love. A love that that has no boundaries. A love that I dont have to try to earn or pretend to be someone I'm not to get. It's just there and it's so complete.

I once heard that to be healthy you need at least 20 hugs a day. Do we all get that? In reality I'm probably lucky to get 5-10. How many hugs do you get that actually mean more than just a hug? How many of them are truely heart-felt?

A few months ago I had a dream. A friend of mine rode his push bike from Israel to the Blackood train station, only to have an accident at the bottom of the hill ecause he couldn't stop. I waited at the train station worrid sick about the possibl injuries he could have got from crashing at such a speed. He energed walking up the hill, unscathed, relieved to be here and happy to see me. In that dream I experienced the most heart-felt, safe, complete hug I have ever experienced. It was the most insanely amazing moment and as I rested my head on his chest I closed my eyes and knoe that everything would be alright. This is exactly how I feel right now, only I wish that there was someone sitting next to me that I could share that with. This love is way bigger than myself. I cant even begin to imagine the love that God must feel for us. If God was human I could only imagine that his hug would feel like the one in my dream. But we cant keep this love to ourselves. We are living, breathing, feeling human beings. We all need that physical touch to feel safe and to feel loved.

I want to be able to share this with others so they may feel this same amazing complete love too. The same complete love that I felt in my dream and the same love that I feel right now. If I keep this to myself I'll probably explode.

So, my friends, know that every one of my hugs is heart-felt, and dont be surprised if you end up getting more than just one. I've got to share it 20 times over. Know also that I have made room especially for you.

Now, go hug the person next to you. Share the love! xoxo

Tjulpun Tjulpunpa: Vistas Of Wildflower Country

2008-01-11T23:19:00.000-08:00

The other week the people that we stayed with in Fregon came down to Adelaide. A small group of us got together and met them for lunch down at Wittunga. We sat there, Robyn with his sleeping bag looking like he was not going to move for the rest of the afternoon, telling us that he was going to sit and paint that afternoon. Pitjantjara time means that could be anytime within the following days. They were all down for the exhibition at the Festival centre. I had read about it a few days before. The exhibition was called Tjulpun Tjulpunpa: Vistas Of Wildflower Country by Kaltjiti Artists. What I couldnt work out was why they were down two weeks early.

I wasnt very surprised when Jonathan had recieved a phone call from one of then the day before the exhibition telling him that they were in Port Augusta. They said to him that they were going to be in Adelaide for it, but I wasnt surprised when I found that they werent there.

Driving through the city at 5:30to get to the Festival Centre the traffic was gridlocked. Im not used to city driving and all you people who live in other states or countries would laugh if I told you it took me around 20 minutes to get from one side of the city to the other.

I parked my car and proceeded to walk up the stairs to the top of the Artspace plaza. The smell of barramundi and BBQ Kangaroo filled the air. I didn't expect to see so many people when I got to the top. The tepmtation of bush flavoured icecream was hard to resist as people told me how good the quandong flavour was. I could almost taste it. Creating the mood was a man playing the didgeridoo at the entrance to the art exhibition. The other side of the doorway were cooking demonstrations and people selling native Australian bush foods. I felt so good that people were given an awareness of this other culture that so many people would usually miss out on.

I I grabbed a serve of BBQ Kangaroo and salad and sat on the imported red dirt that spilled over onto the bricks enclosing the garden bed. I watched people walk on by, some of them stopping to talk to the Pitjantjara ladies, the smiles on their faces aknowledging that people were there especially to meet them. The little aboriginal kids were running around and laughing without a care in the world. I miss that.

Bypassing the cooking demo I went into the gallery. Portrayals of wildflowers overflowed in the room. It was beautiful. Made even more special however by the massive rains they have had at Fregon just recently. This rain must have brought the wildflowers to life. I couldn't help but think that the rains would have inspired them. This for me was more than just an exhibition of Wildflower Country, this was an exhibition of hope. Im not sure how long it has been since they had decent rain but according to Yami Lester it had been 2 years since he had seen rain at his place. I hope that he was able to share in that joy too.

A massive painting filled with blues and greens, lined with dots and trees, caught my attention. It was one of Robin's. His style is barely recognisable anymore, as he has matured as an artists. Looking into Robin's painting I knew it would be of his homelands. I could almost see Walakara. I was filled with such respect for this man. He has walked these lands, even before the disruption of white man. He knows this place back to front. I almost felt homesick looking at Robin's masterpiece. If only I could jump into the picture Mary Poppins style. I continued looking around until I found one of Antjela's pieces. Like Robin's it seemed to stand out from the rest. Bright bold colours used to potray the land that she walks. Art not just for arts sake, but for the deeper meaning behind the picture. I guess I'm a little bias.

I walked down to the grass lands overlooking the River Torrens. The Fregon ladies after finnishing their meal were making their way into the greenroom to start preparing for the Inma. 3 little aboriginal toddlers sat in the red sand that linned the open stage floor of the amphitheatre, pushing their hands through it looking at eachother and laughing until taken away by their older sibling. I went back up the stairs and towards the stalls where people were selling bush spices and cereals. It was loud and noisy as people tried to push in to get a taste of this unique food. As frustrating as this commercialism was it was giving people a chance to experience another part of Australian culture. It can only be a good thing.

I walked back down to the amphitheatre and took a seat near friends. At sunset we watched the big screen as they showed footage of the Aboriginal ladies preparing for Inma. Carefully painting their bodies with bright yellows and white, they prepared theimselves for this well prepared event. The ladies came out of their dressing room and onto the stage. Others got up from the audience and sat around the edge of the stage, micorphones up against their faces. They started to sing and got louder as they became more confident. The others danced a dance they had prepared especially for this event. But to be honest my focus was on the singing. I closed my eyes and let the melodies run through my head. It was truely a blessing to be there.

The sun was setting and the ladies had finnished their Inma, but they had one more unplanned surprise for everyone. All 12 of them surrounded one microphone as they sang the most amazing sounding Pitjantjara church song. These people have the most incredible harmonies. A beautiful way to end a perfect evening.

As people dispersed I hoped that they had all taken a part of this culture with them, not just in the paintings and the food, but something more permanent imprinted upon their hearts. These people had travelled for miles to see us, to share with us their culture and a big part of themselves. I was almost moved to tears by the whole experience, and now even more than ever I want to go back and to share in their culture with them once again.

Kaltjiti Arts come to Adelaide, January 2008

Live Life. Enjoy Life. Love Life.

2008-01-03T14:48:00.000-08:00

2008 breathes life on a new beginning. A fresh start. With all that happened last year I have really been looking forward to something fresh new and exciting. So far, 2008 has been everything I hoped it would be. The ultimate will be when I finish up working at the salon at 5pm tomorrow night. Im ready to leave.

New years was nothing like I thought it was going to be. I was expecting a time of sad reflection and an unknown future. Instead I got a party surrounded with friends with plenty of laughs, smiles, hugs and kisses. There was no better way to start the new year.

Resolutions? There are none. Who needs them? They only last for a while anyway. And this year is going to be change enough. No more hair stuff. Instead my time will be filled with lectures and study. But what Im looking forward to most is spending some time out on the water. Just me, my board and God. What can be better than that!

2008. Its only the beginning. Not just the beginning of the year but for me its the beginning of a new chapter. I can look up and see the road ahead. From here there is no more going back.

Live Life. Enjoy Life. Love Life. Happy 2008!

A Hard Christmas

2007-12-22T21:58:00.000-08:00

Merry Christmas all,

I hope you find time to celebrate with your friends and family.

Its not going to be all fun for a lot of people however. To be quite honest Im not sure that Im looking forward to Christmas. This is the first year without my Grandpa. This will be the first Christmas for many others who have lost loved ones. This will be a hard Christmas for those who are in hospital. For people who live out on the streets this may be the worst day of the year for them. For some people Christmas can be just hard.

Have you ever seen "The Nativity Story"? Its about the birth of John the Baptist, the struggles Mary and Joseph experienced, and the hardships they endured to bring the Son of God into the world. Have you ever stopped to think how difficult it must have been for Mary and Joseph in those times? Societys expectations, the oppression under Herod, not to mention the long and probably difficult road to Bethlehem! This wouldnt have been an easy, in fact for Mary and Joseph , it would have been just hard.

Please pray for those who are not going to have a happy christmas this year. Who may have lost someone, have a family member in hospital, who are all alone, or might not have anywhere to stay.

Christmas is about life. Proclaiming life of a baby boy born 2000 years ago to bring hope to the world. Giving life and hope to those who feel they dont have the strength to continue.
God Bless and have a safe Christmas. XOXO

Finding Life

2007-11-12T00:56:00.000-08:00

Im not sure what to say...

Life has been so full of extremes. Extreme sadness and joy, and extreme emotions. So many doors have been opened but hardly any have been closed off. It can be really frustrating and overwelming. Today has been a day of closing doors.

Last week the pressure of everything had built up to a point where it was no longer containable, I couldnt do it on my own and I asked God to be a part of this massive change. Just to journey with me. There were just too many loose ends to deal with.

I woke up this morning knowing that by 5pm today my life could be changing direction. For someone who always thought that they were always going to be a hairdresser, this is huge. This is a decision that has been stirring within for a while, but now it feels so right.

Today, Katherine took me out to Clealand Wildlife Park. We walked around amongst the kangaroos and wallabys, taking in the peace and quiet. Katherine was trying her best to take my mind off of the big decision I was going to make. It worked.

I went into Tabor college this afternoon at 3:30pm to have coffee with Meg, a lady from church who has been working at Tabor for the last few years. She gave me a guided tour around the college and helped ease my anxieties. Meg then introduced me to Phil, the man incharge of Youth Work.

After a half hour discussion about the direction of my study Phil he handed me a pen and a piece of paper. I signed along the line at the bottom, officially finalising my intentions to do a degree in Youth Work. I could finally breathe. Im finally able to walk through that door, to expose a whole new set of adventures. I feel like Alice in Wonderland!

After the excitement and sharing with the people I most care about, I went to Brighton Beach for a celebratory swim. First one for the season! As I sat on the beach I couldnt help but think of other things that are happening. I so want to tell you all whats going on but Im too scared! Lets just say that Im a big chicken! Maybe next time I might have the guts to say something. Annie knows what I'm on about :-)

Anyhoo, life is changing. God is at the centre. Its scary. Its exciting.

But Its All Good. :-)

Vibrations In Air

2007-09-06T16:43:00.000-07:00

" What i fear, is that all of these things I hold dear, never become more than vibrations in air. Vibrations in Air. Voices in the air, they echo in my head like radios, scratchy frequencies and static in between words They're all on the wind now, but I bet I never told you, I missed you when you were gone. " Josh Pyke, Vibrations In Air.

Do you ever wonder where all the words you say go once they have been said? Do you ever wish you could have said the things you wanted to say when you had the chance to say them?

Take a chance. Out of love, say what you want to say.

You never know what might happen...

A Story Of Hope And Inspiration In Fregon

2007-08-11T23:07:00.000-07:00

Fregon. For me it was the second opportunity of a lifetime. It's about people, community, and the glimmers of hope found in a forgotten town. Fregon is never going to wint the tidy town award. There are broken down cars, scrap metal, broken bottles, piles of rubbish, and dogs everywhere. But there is something really special about the place when you learn to look past that. We heard so many stories of hope. This is only one of many stories. Its hard to keep this to one page.
We were invited to Dave and Beverly Peacock's house one night for coffee and chocolate (Beverly is responsible for the Kaltjiti Arts Centre, Dave is responsible for the towns water and electricity, and helps out in the gallery). These two people have lived in Fregon for almost 20 years and have seen the arts centre come alive both in the paintings and in the self confidence of the artists. They are more than just paintings on a wall. For these people it is a way that they can earn money while being able to express their naturally creative side. When a first painting is sold an imediate transformation occurs as they gain a newfound confidence.
Beverly told us a beautiful story of a Pitjantjara Grandma who had been working in the arts centre. Her daughter decided to take her 3-year-old grandchild to Adeliade where she spent most of the days and nights binge drinking. In a plight to save her granddaughter from being another lost soul, she took $900 that she had saved up from the sales of her paintings to buy a return bus ticket to Adeliade. She managed to get custody of her granddaughter, and after a stressful day of trying to reorganise her return ticket (with Beverly's help) she returned to Fregon with the little girl. Now while this Grandma sits painting, her 3-year-old granddaughter happily runs around naked playing in the arts centre. This probably wouldn't have happened if it weren't for the confidence that the paintings have given her.
It's stories like these that have kept Dave and Beverly in Fregon for 20 years. It's stories like these that inspire me to want to make a difference. Dave told us that night, 'The only way you're going to make a difference is if the cange you want to see comes from the heart. If it comes from the heart then you will effect the lives of others around you.' This trip has challenged me beyond belief, and now I face my own reality. What am I going to do with this experience?

The Journey Continues...

Stay tunned.

Great news for Vox Congo member!!!

2007-07-01T18:30:00.000-07:00

I feel like I have to share this with you all. This is an email that I recieved from Mark Riessen. Vox Congo rock!!!

It is with great excitement and tears in my eyes that I share this amazing news with you.

Papy Mbikulu Wena (keyboard player and drummer for Vox Congo) received aletter from immigration yesterday, Wednesday June 27th, to say he is now aPERMANENT RESIDENT IN AUSTRALIA!!!! This great news has been 5 years and 8months in the making. Through much heart ache and struggle we have journeyedto this point of celebration.

Praise God for the amazing journey, the prayers, the persistence, thecourage and the hope we have that yes we can actually make a difference whenwe stand with those who cannot and ought not stand alone.

I had the privilege of sharing in tears of joy with Papy on the phone lastnight. He would like me to spread the news far and wide that he is now freeto make a home with his family here in Australia. His wife Rebekkah isrelieved to say the least and daughter Jael will continue to grow in thecomfort of knowing that her dad will not have to leave her behind.

On behalf of the family I extend special thanks and gratitude beyond whatwords could ever express to UONH and the Knoxfield Church of Christ fortheir endless support and tireless efforts in standing with the 'Congo Boys'as they appealed to our government again and again for compassion. Youradvocacy support, compassion and prayers made all the difference. Oneparticularly special thankyou goes to Robyn for her amazing financial giftto help Papy apply for residency. Robyn, you are truly amazing and will notbe forgotten.

I am still overwhelmed with the news and can't wait to bring similar newsonce Martinse finds out the answer to his residency application. We are yetto find out if Etienne and Adolphe are allowed to apply for the same rights,They continue to seek asylum in Australia. Please continue your prayers forthem. They now have even greater hope and expectation for this great news toflow through all of their stories.

Please share this story through you networks and newsletters as I have lostmany contacts through my move to Adelaide. I promised people I would letthem know when these guys reached the final goal they had been praying andhoping for, for so long. When citizenship comes up I'll make sure you allhear about it so you can go to the ceremony. I know I'll be there.

You can check out this story on my blog or myspace (addresses below) andmake comments for Papy on Vox Congo's myspace, www.myspace.com/voxcongo

May Shalom reign,

Mark Riessen

Abby vs Jesus and a run away Grandpa

2007-07-01T17:55:00.000-07:00

I have two things thats been going around in my head for the last few weeks.

1) My dog, Abby, was a lot like Jesus.

Okay, so I sound like a loony. Im not sure how I came to think about this in the first place. The thing is that I can't get it out of my head.

The explanation:
a) She showed unconditional love to everyone
b) She forgave us no matter what we did to hurt her, eg. dropping a trestle on her as a puppy and almost killed her, leaving her behind on holidays
c) She died as a result of our actions. We did not understanding that popping balloons in a dark forest was going to scare her and make her go away.
d) Her death bought people together.

Okay, so Jesus didn't get scared and run away because people were popping balloons in a forest at night. It's not quite the same but I guess I saw a few simularities between the two. Both Jesus and Abby showed no favourites and loved unconditionally, both were forgiving, both died as a result of the actions of naive people, and both bought communities closer together.

Am I saying that my dog is the saviour of the canine world? Hmm, I wonder...

Maybe we should all be a little more forgiving, a little more loving...

and be aware of people that might run away as a result of popping baloons.

2) A dream about my Grandpa

About two weeks ago I had a dream that Grandpa was so sick of being in hospital and having everyone follow him and look after him all the time, that he decided that he would make his own way back to his home in Mannum by horse and cart. He didn't tell anyone except me and people went into a panic trying to find him. He was back home, comfortable and warm wondering what all the fuss was about.

It was a significant dream.

Today is Grandpa's 95th Birthday.

It comes in 3s

2007-06-24T18:14:00.000-07:00

It's been a while...

Have you ever had one of those times where everything in your life goes wrong all at the same time? It's been like that. As always, all these things come in 3s. Ill warn you this is a long one.

Ill start from the beginning.

Saturday 8th of June I packed my car ready to go on this youth camp that we have been planning for the last 9 months. I had to get through a whole day of work first but I knew that I could leave straight from work to go to Kuitpo. I couldn't wait!

About 3pm while I was at work, a lady came into the salon and asked if anyone owned a silver Astra. That was my car she was talking about and I immediately started thinking about what could be wrong. The last time something like this happened a learner in a 4WD jumped the footpath and landed on Nikki's car and wrote it off.

I went out to the carpark and saw my poor little Astra, pushed out of its carpark and into the middle of the road. There was damage to the front bumper and bonnet. Opposite was a 60 something year old lady sitting in her car upset, shaking and in shock at what had happened 5 minutes before. I got in my car and put it back in the park, away from on coming traffic, and went over to talk to her. Apparently she pushed her foot down on the accelerator instead of the break, went over the footpath and into the bonnet of my car, pushing it out of its park and almost hitting another car that was going past. The guy got out of the car and apparently started to abuse her. If it weren't for one of the witnesses who knows what this guy would have done to her (it is Aberfoyle Park!). Fortunately there was not too much damage done to my car but probably enough to cost at least $1500. So after work that night I went to the police station and reported it.

I finally made it up to Kuitpo Forrest that night. I got a big welcome when I got there. My dog Abby, always the first to come and say hello followed closely by a mob of campers concerned about my well being and my car, but really happy to see me. I was really happy to see them too. I picked up my dog and went over to the fire and sat down. After a bit of a run down of what had happened that day and what the police had to say we got on with the nights activity. First was blowing up balloons till they popped. I hate popping balloons so I was happy to watch everyone else and jumped every time one popped. After a lot of laughing and carrying on we went and started throwing flower bags at targets followed by the box run and listening to the delightful sounds of 101 farts CD. We ended the night with throwing flour on the campfire. Ever done that before? It looks like blue fairy dust and smells like damper!

I noticed that Andy and Annie were missing as well as my parents but didn't think too much of it till we bumped into them when we were leaving for a night walk.

"The dogs missing." Dad announced

I went numb. Mum and Dad had been out looking for her for about 30 minutes. Andy and Annie were out driving along the road looking for her too. So our night walk became a desperate search for our missing Abby. The night was getting colder and it was getting late. We walked the guys back to camp while Andy and myself, Mum and Dad continued searching until 12am or so. We came back to camp, shocked at what had happened that night. No luck finding our dog.

I think I saw every hour but one pass that night. The whole of Kuitpo was out looking for her and we had strangers checking in to see if we had found her and to tell us the ground they had covered while helping us look. I can't believe that there are so many good people out there.

I held it together until our first camp study. There was a lump in my throat the whole way through and as soon as we broke off into groups I lost it. All my girls gathered around and gave me a hug. No words were spoken. They didn't have to. That was the start of a lot of tears and hugs that weekend. I can't believe that the kids that I have been working with and helping for the last few years were now the ones helping me. Josh came up and spent Sunday and Monday with us too. Another shoulder to cry on but I don't know how I would have coped without that support.

It was announced at church that Abby was missing somewhere in Kuitpo. Quite a few people from church came up and looked for her that afternoon, most are dog owners themselves or have been turned to mush by our little dog at some stage (she has that effect on everyone). They stayed for tea and the campfire church. I was supposed to be doing the talk at campfire church but could hardly get sentences out. That's when the kids took over and ran the whole thing. These guys just continue to leave me gobsmacked!
It rained all Sunday night and we woke up Monday to what we liked to call "Lake Kuitpo." Tents were either flooded or floating over massive puddles of water. Still, everyone had smiles on their faces as they woke up and began packing their soggy possessions. I was trying not to think about leaving without Abby. As the day rolled on and everyone went home I was faced with the fact that there wasn't much hope of finding her. Where was she? Had someone picked her up and taken her in? Was she dead? Was she cold? Whats happened to her? It was unbearable to think about. I had to leave and spent the journey home trying to see the road through eyes blurred through tears. I cried even harder when I got home as reality really set in.

The week went by with no news. Every phone call I hoped for some good news but it never came. More tears and sleepless nights left me feeling exhausted.

Saturday 16th of June about 4pm I was at work putting on a colour when Carly answered the phone. It was my Dad. Knowing it would have been something to do with Abby I got Carly to take over while I took the call. Abby had been hit by a car and was found behind a tree on the side of the road, not far from where we had been looking. It looked like that she could have been hit the night she went missing as she was still in good condition. I ran out the back crying once again Adam followed me out and I gave him my bad news. Once again nothing was said but he held me and tried to calm me down. I somehow managed to get through the rest of my clients before driving home that night.

I headed toward home through the newly posted 50 in Blackwood when on the down hill of Shepherds Hill Rd. A Lazer gun wielding Policeman pulled me over for doing 63 in a 50 zone. What a crap day! I got an on the spot fine of $179. After restraining myself from saying the polite thank you (I didn't really appreciate that piece of paper), and saying have a good night instead, I drove off. At least I knew now the fate of my little dog. It is easier to grieve when you know where they are. She is home now, buried along with her favourite ball, in the back garden next to the bird bath.
Tuesday rolled around. I was working at the church that day preparing for the Stand And Be Counted concert that Friday night. Being a car short I was driving around in my parents Commodore. Mum was going to come up and borrow it for an hour or so after work that day. I got a message from one of my School friends to sat that she had had her baby at 5:30 that morning and I made plans with her to come in and see her around 5pm that night. I was getting worried when it got to 3:30 and Mum had not been up to get the car. I tried calling a few times but with no answer. I finally got through to her mobile and she had informed me that Grandpa was going into Daw Park Hospice. His blood pressure was 78/39, almost dead.

I went home a little earlier than usual from work with plans still to see my friend and her new edition, but wondering if it was the right thing to do. Mum came home from walking Ellie, my aunty's dog, and told me that they couldn't get an ambulance there until tomorrow. I decided that it would be the best thing to go in and see my friend still.

The best moment the last 2 weeks was holding that 12 hour old baby. She slept so peacefully. That peace then rubbed off onto me and again I had to try and hold back tears. It was the first moment I had to process what had been going on over the last 2 weeks. My car, my dog, and my Grandpa.
I went into go and see my Grandpa before I went to work on Thursday. Walking into the hospital I wasn't sure what to expect. I walked into the room where Grandpa laid in pain and my Dad sat on the chair reading a book.

"How are you, Grandpa? Looks like you got a pretty good deal with this room. A view, a TV, a bar fridge, what more could you want?"

Unfortunately he wasn't able to talk. Drugged up to the eyeballs on pain-killers, swollen lips and face. I'm not sure that he really know that I was there. He hadn't eaten anything and couldn't even get down ice chips. It was worse than I guess I had expected. Pretty soon my aunty and uncle came in. The room started to get a little more crowded. The local chaplain came in. I felt that he was in good hands and I was able to leave.

I cried all the way to work and again people had to calm me down when I got there. I was at breaking point. I couldn't take any more. At this rate Grandpa would be dead by the weekend. This is one time where I'm glad that I'm a hairdresser. Talking through your problems to all your clients makes a big difference.
Since Thursday Grandpa has improved. He is on new medication and cant work out what all the fuss is about. He is currently being put on high priority for a nursing home. I pick up my poor little Astra today at 3pm after being away for a week. We can't bring back Abby, but if anything good has come from the situation its that it has bought a whole community together. Mum and Dad are already talking about getting another dog when they get back from Darwin.

This has been my life over the last 2 and a half weeks.

Have you had a similar situation at some stage? Let me know.

Blackwood CofC Youth Leader!

2007-05-26T23:02:00.000-07:00

After giving you all the finger in the last post, I'm here to tell you that I have been voted in by my church, the Church of Christ in Blackwood, as youth leader for another 3 years on 2 days a week.

Me, a responsible youth leader? Well, thats up to you to decide.

The way I see it is I educate the younger guys in the ways of the modern culture. Life is all about burping, farting (I dont teach them that one. They taught that to each other!), toilet humour, and laughing with each other.

Anyway I have another 3 years to corrupt these guys.... Moh ha ha ha!

Any ideas? Let me know! :)

2007-05-25T20:35:00.000-07:00

Don't take this photo personally. Take a closer look. Its actually bandaged up.

It only occured to me recently the benefits of being a hairdresser. Yeah, its all good when you get your hair done for nothing, and apparently you can get it done whenever you like (thats a big myth!). The biggest benefit of being a hairdresser is all about the injuries. Most of the injuries occur on the knuckle of the middle finger, commonly known as "The Bird" finger.

It gives you the excuse to give "The Bird" to anyone at any time. My knuckle gets cut about once a week so the excuse is always there.

"The Bird" can be found in many places and in many forms, pockets, bags, the front of your pants, jack in the boxes , sports, or it can appear from nowhere. Used by my group of friends it can be more affirming rather than a put down. I can't take "The Bird" too seriously. Ever seen the Umbilical Brothers parady? Highly recomend it!

Did you know that "the finger" has been in existance for over 2500 years? Apparently it was used in Greece by the playwright Aristophanes as a crude joke mixing up the middle finger with the male wang, or penis. Who ever thought there was so much history behind it!

Anyway, it can come in handy. At the moment the latest injury is just a pain in the bum. I bought a new cut throat razor, one with a propper guard so I wouldnt cut myself. The first client I had, about a minute into it I managed to slice through my fingernail. So much for a propper guard! Until it grows I have to keep it bandaged up. Its catching and dragging on everything! Yuck!!

Have you got any memorable "Bird" experiences? Let me know.

2007-05-09T15:54:00.000-07:00

Hi all,

I can't type at the moment cos I cut the top of my finger. Actually I managed to cut two fingers all with the same snip. Ill get back to my regular blogging duties when it heals up.

Vegimite

2007-05-04T02:05:00.000-07:00

I put too much Vegemite on my sandwich this morning.
Mmm... Black salty goodness...
No vitamin B deficiency for me!

Too Early!

2007-04-29T16:38:00.000-07:00

After a night where I didn't get to bed until after 2pm, I had to get up before 8am to give my car keys to the Mobile Autocare guy. So, so cruel.

I feel a little sorry for poor Peter (the mechanic). 8am he rang my doorbell only to have a barely awake, barely dressed, not very cohearant Judy shove her car keys in his face and tell him to fix it. Poor bugger.

Not sure how long this job is supposed to take so Im too scared to have a shower just in case I have to answer the door in a towel. Considering the towels at our house are barely wide enough to cover all the "bits" I thought I might try and spare him the sight. How embarassing would that be?! I tell ya, when I move out eventually Im gonna get those massive bath sheets by Country Road. Really long, and really thick. You could almost use them as blankets! Anyway thats another story.

Im going back to bed.

ANZAC Day 2007

2007-04-25T18:00:00.000-07:00

I love getting up early on ANZAC Day to go to the dawn service. It's become a tradition in our house for Dad and I to go, except last year when we got the time wrong and ended up only seeing the minutes silence.

5:30 I got up and woke Dad. We parked in the Woolworths carpark in Blackwood and made our way to the memorial. 60 people standing around in silence watching the 12 hour vigil in it's last few minutes. Scouts, St. Johns, and Fire cadets patrolled the war memorial all night until they were dismissed and replaced by Army Personel. Accross the grassed area behind the flag poles stood a small man in his 80's. Ribbons adorned either side of his suit jacket, signalling his own time in the war, and more than likely, his fathers as well. I wonder what his story was...

My own grandpa served time in the second world war as a underaged teenager. Out of all 6 people on his flight, he was to only one to survive. Not even he knows how he got out alive. He then spent the next few years as P.O.W. (prisoner of war), made to walk miles and miles with little clothing in the middle of winter. How terrible it must have been. It's only been in the last 15 years he has been able to talk about it and has writen a book 'Zebra 5 November.' What about his family at that time? They wouldn't have had a clue about where he was or even if he was still alive. They must have suffered terribly.

One of my cousins has found an interest in Poppy's story. Over the last 2 years has spent a lot of time researching and has found the place where the plane came down somewhere near Belgium. New photos have emerged from an overseas contact also researching the crash. One in particular that caught my eye was of the whole crew, probably the last photo they had taken together before the plane was shot out of the sky. Another photo of two little Belgium children playing on the wrecked plane after the war had finished. A piece of the plane was sent out and now sits on the mantlepiece at Poppy's place as a constant reminder of what happened so many years ago. There was a meeting with some of the families from those who were in his crew and I think that bought back a lot of stories and memories. Aaron asked if he would like to go to Belgium to see the crash sight but the memories were all too painful. You can understand that maybe it was all too much.

This is just one story. There were 6 stories on that plane. There are thousands of stories all over. ANZAC Day is a day of rememberance. These people went through a lot for our freedom. We should be forever grateful.

Lest We Forget.

Iraq

2007-04-22T18:23:00.000-07:00

Last week I was going through the blogs of note and came accross Healing Iraq. Its all about Post Sadam Iraq and gives a new perspective into Iraq's stiuation. The destruction, the hurting, frightened people, death. I can't believe that people can be so bruital! I guess I'm a bit of an idealist but why cant people work it out without having to kill eachother?

These people struggle to stay alive. People are in morning everywhere. Shops are boarded up to stop looters. Ghost towns are all some towns resemble. Rubbish lies around on the streets. Reminence of bomb blasts everywhere you go. Gun shots go off all day in their own neighbourhoods. People get shot and are left on the streets to die. If you help someone who has just been shot you are likely to get shot yourself so everyone runs. There are too many bodies to burry so they are left on the streets wrapped up in blankets and rugs in amongst the piles of rubbish.

And whats John Howard doing sending more troops over there? According to the people of Iraq the American troops are not needed and are only causing more problems. This is another case of John Howard following the light that is supposebly shining out of George Bush's butt! I can't believe that he is willing to send more troops over knowing fair well that there is going to be carnige. Is it worth the lives of thousands more people just to see Australia's economy remain stable? Not if you ask me! Bring our troops back home!

Ok, so that might be a little extreme. Sending more troops in is not going to solve the issue nor is pulling out. Westerers have invaded a Middle Eastern culture. It doesn't work! We are two different cultures with two completely different set of ethics. Have you ever seen the situation in the centre of Australia? Before the influence of the whites the Aboriginal culture worked. There was a system of authority and the people lived with dignity. Western ways have penetrated into the Aboriginal culture and now there is a problem there that no one can solve. This is going to go around in circles.

It's hard to see where God is in all this.

I believe that everyone has the right to feel safe.

Healing Iraq has some great links to video footage and fatastic stories I recomend the read. Word of Warning: There are some really graphic disturbing photos too.

http://healingiraq.blogspot.com

Easter 2007

2007-04-10T03:22:00.000-07:00

Easter with Blackwood Church of Christ is generally spent camped down on the Goolwa football oval. People come down with caravans and tents and pitch 2 rows leaving a space in between to walk through. This year due to water restrictions we were not allowed to camp on the oval. Instead we camped around the outside. Small children and adults at one end, then Ratcliffs, then young people. Goolwa Easter camp is a real community event and I wouldn't miss it for anything. Goolwa at Easter is my 4 days of sanity, waking up later than usual (I don't sleep in), being generally lazy during the day, and hanging out with friends and playing games at night.

The adjenda this year: Saturday night roast,at least one lunch at the Goolwa bakery, the warf markets, a bit of a surf, hayfever (not something I really looked forward to), Sunday night theme night (this year was unusual). Unfortunately I was pretty wiped out with hayfever so most nights I was in bed before 10:30. A little bit sad really.

This year I decided that I was going to try and capture in pictures just what Goolwa is for me. Saturday morning, even before I got out of my sleeping bag, I found my camera and started taking some morning pictures. A big part of Goolwa is trying to wake up in the mornings. As I was doing this, I discovered something called macro on my camera. You can take really close up photos. Im sure people thought there was something strange going on. All you could hear from my tent was giggles and grunts and the occasional "ah ha!"

Friday night was pretty restless. People often drive around the oval late at night checking out all the squatters on their local oval. This year one of the highlights was a group of local kids. At 2am I heard a few giggles, Next minute someone yells out "DROP BEARS!" and launches themselves onto Jarrod's tent. The kids run off in hysterrics and I'm trying not to laugh too hard at poor Jarrod who obviously was shaken up.

Breakfast was spent at the Botelho's tent where Alison slaved away trying to cook a hot breakfast for as many people as possible. After breakfast it's off to the newly painted club rooms for a shower. This year the locks on the doors were missing and a big hole was there so people could see in. To keep the door shut a massage table was pushed up against it and you hope that the next person to try and open it isn't going ro be strong enough to move it.

Goolwa beach is gorgeous but not so good for surfing, especially if your wetsuit is a size too small! I think I had to work twice as hard as anyone else out there to get to any waves! So I spent more time watching everyone else out in the surf. It was on the beach where I saw the biggest scrot I have ever seen! Good one Josh and Andy!

One of my favourite places is the warf. Its where the Cockle Train comes in, the local Brewery lies, and where the markets happen. Really pretty from the top of Hindmarsh Island bridge. Even thought the markets seem to be gettng dodgier every year, there is one constant, the UGG Boot man. If you want a great pair of UGG Boots that is the place to go.

Andy brought out the Guitar and was jamming it up with Denam one arvo while I was sleeping out on the grass. All of a sudden I hear giggles above me. I wake up and see River and Isaac standing over me. River decided to lay down along side of me and we chilled out together for a few minutes.

Speaking of Andy, I never want to see him in tight pink pants again! He's my brother for crying out loud! Thank goodness it was all part of the c0stume party and he doesn't go around like that all the time. Josh looked hot in a nice shiny number (very wu-tang!). Again, as long as you don't dress like that all the time. I wore my dance pants, yellow cotton drill with a silver strip down the side, and a sarong over my head. The winner of the night was Bec the bogan. It was amazing how much she looked like her older brother! Annie and Amy have to be commended on their fancy pants too.

Packing up was bitter sweet. After the last two nights and not getting a great deal of sleep I was ready to go back to my own bed with no Drop Bears, dirty feet or hayfever. Another surf, this time at Middleton, and a walk around Granite Island and I was well tired.

A fantastic weekend. I hope I have been able to capture it for you in photos. Of course it's heaps better to be there!

AFL

2007-04-02T15:21:00.000-07:00

I'm so glad that TV is back to normal, well as normal as possible when Foxtel sticks their big fat rich noses into everything! The Aussie Rules footy has started for the 2007 season. There were a few surprises over the weekend. Lets start with the Adelaide Crows. They lost by a significant amount to Essendon, who last year came near the bottom of the ladder. Not one of our finest moments, but as a supporter you stick with your side until the end.

I work with an Essendon supporter and also a few Port Power supporters (port had a win over the weekend too much to my disgust). I have decided that today when I go to the church I will wear my teams colours with pride. Im sure I will be the laughing stock of the whole ministry and admin team but, who gives when we will finish in the top 8 this year.

Go Crows!!!!

www.afl.com.au