Woah, Listen To The Music
Last night J & Jono came over for songwriting. It’s a strange process to have what feels like a large collaborative group to try and find a way forward together.

Because the first song came so easily, and has taken on a life of it’s own in our community it feels frustrating to try and re-create that moment. The practician in me realises that there will be songs that are simply average, but the wonder in me wants to find that moment where we tap into the beat of the Spirit in our community and in one another and the song writes itself.

So J set us homework, which is kinda funny, and we’re gonna to meet again on Saturday. We’ll see what happens next in this process.

Sometimes I think I’m so lost in the midst of the doing and being, that I’m losing my sense of comraderie and companionship with people. Maybe that is a sub-conscious factor here.

Casablanca
Friday night was exquisite.. sitting under the starlight of the Civic theatre, listening to the glorious building creak and settle in the winds, and the delightful crackle and buzz of the old-style projector rolling through the classics. The newsreels of the 1950’s Auckland Transportation plan was hilarious, and it was a shame that the Mayor didn’t stick around for the entertainment of watching how yesteryear’s foreplanning didn’t actual solve the issues at all..

The movie itself was stunning.. time and time again Ingrid Bergman’s tear-filled eyes shimmering with emotion as she gazes at Humphrey Bogart take my breath away, and his countenance at the airport staggers me. The writing unprecendented and the bittersweet ending remains unsurpassed. It was delightful to watch it with people who had never seen it before. The comfortable familiarity of my journey was enhanced by the joyful discoveries of those around me.

Anarchy
Nothing like a tied election to set tongues to wagging about the state of the nation. For those who have small addictions to political commentary (yeah, that’s my hand up) the next few weeks will have a tinge of addict rush to them, as the dust flies and everything settles.

21
It’s my sister’s 21st birthday today. Which is a marvellous thing, but makes me feel very old all of a sudden. We had a family breakfast at Frolic, opposite One Tree Hill domain. This is easy for my family who all live on the Central/South side of the bridge, but meant that I had to leave my house at about 6.15am to make it there by 8am. Breakfast was entertaining, but when I dropped Carmel at uni, Dad still hadn’t called her, which is the dull ache that seems to surround most of our family gatherings. I hope that she’s heard from him by now. We drove most of the way to uni holding hands, as I was willing the phone to ring.

More Confessions

Secretly, I’m still angry with the kids who made fun of me at school, but not as angry as I am with myself for believing them.

I get mad when people tell me that others are intimidated by my strong personality as if it’s my responsibility to change so that people will like me.

I’m committed to a lifestyle of simplicity and justice in a capitalist world, but I’m really glad my mum isn’t poor anymore.

My best friend is falling in love and I’m both delighted and envious all at once. I hope that he’s worthy of her.

I don’t really know my sister’s boyfriend that well, but sometimes at family gatherings I find myself thinking that he’s almost my favourite member.

I wonder all the time if I’m just too afraid to leave this place because I don’t want to be labelled a failure.

I’m still guilty of wanting my old church to regret how they treated me.

Secretly.. I’m starting to think that I’m just not that interesting or fun anymore.

Leaving On A Jetplane
It’s stormy and gusty in Auckland today. The skies outside my office are grey and dark, and last night I thought that the tin of my roof was likely to start peeling away. Not so of course, but in the dark of the night, you’re always apt to feel darker and more vunerable. Dani is finally on her way here and I can barely contain my breath of excitement! I know that I’m still not likely to see her for a while, but at least she’ll be in my hemisphere and it feels like this endless year of waiting will soon be over.

UhOh
My mother thinks I must be pregnant because she hasn’t seen me for so long. I can’t remember what my house looks like in daylight and it’s taken me three attempts to blog so far this week. I need a holiday. But the election is tomorrow and tonight I am going to the heritage screening of Casablanca at the Civic. It’s all good. Hopefully something resembling intelligent thought will be cast upon this page soon.

However, right now.. I’m off to the gym.

My Clever Possum
I have a clever possum. He lives somewhere close to my house, and likes to climb the grapefruit tree outside my living room window. When I get home late at night and switch on the TV for the late night news, I’ll hear a rustle-thump-thump and turn around to see a glimmering pair of eyes watching TV with me. Most recently I’ve decided that he’s particularly clever because he’s managing to snack on the grapefruit hanging in the tree, leaving the empty skins hanging. It’s quite a trick.

My Glorious Lorikeet
As we are heading into summer, and there are spring cherry blossoms and wild lilies all around my little valley, I’m sleeping with my bedroom windows open at night. Secretly it’s because I’m providing Prince Charming with easy access (ok kidding) but a surprising side benefit is waking in the mornings to the sight and song of rainbow lorikeets on my window sill. It’s a pair that live in the trees and bush surrounding me, often they fly up and down the driveway as you arrive home and leave but recently they have taken to singing to me in the mornings. Dad says that I should buy some birdseed, feed them and tame them. I’m not sure yet, but right now I think that they are so beautiful.

Old Skool Camp
Another weekend and another camp done. This time it was for the young adult community at Windsor Park. It was successful and not successful, but some of the concepts were awesome.. talking about how to do church if organised religion was made illegal opened doors for good quality conversation and ideas to circulate. My hope is that more and more of these opportunities will be able to gather momentum and eventually become part of the young adult lifestyle ministry that is driven by the participants rather than the passive modes we seem in at the moment.

Dental Hygiene… You’ll Need To Suspend Belief!
I usually go to the gym everyday for about 2 hours, unless I’m pushed for time, like last night. I guess because it’s a more localised club that a big city center, you see some of the same faces everyday. Anyway.. one of these faces is a little more red-faced than usual, and for once, it’s not me who’s embarrassed. At least, I don’t think I’m embarrassed.

There’s nothing more relaxing than taking 15 minutes in the sauna, followed by a hot shower after a workout. And just cos I’m a clean freak, I cleanse, tone, moisturise, scrub, exfoliate… you know .. the whole deal. A full hygiene routine, including taking care of my teeth. After all, a sweaty workout can leave you with an uncanny desire to brush your teeth.

So imagine, last night, coming out of the shower, towel wrapped around, hair dripping wet, but feeling clean and fresh all over. Imagine the severely disturbed and distressed face of a 40-something year old woman in front of me. She leaned in close and told me how disgusting and inappropriate it was for me to carry on with ‘that kind of behaviour’ in such a public place, and some habits should only be saved for the privacy of my own home, where I wouldn’t be subjected anyone else to whatever perverse sexual practices I engage in.

Just so we’re clear.. I can’t recall the last time I engaged in any sexual practices, let alone getting to be perverse! Ed.

Something must have convinced her I didn’t have the foggiest idea what she was talking about, so she explained in further detail; as to how she was happy to share gym space and even the shower cubicle next to me (as often happens because we must be on the same gym schedule) but would I please consider that not everyone else is comfortable with me ‘taking care of myself’ with my vibrator.

EEKS. Aghast. What?

Until I realised what she must have thought was going on, and I started to laugh. As I laughed, she became more incensed and red-faced. When I regained my breath from laughing, I obviously had to explain that the buzzing she had somehow associated with self-pleasure.. was in fact my Oral-B electric toothbrush.

THe mind boggles. I’m not necessarily overly familiar with the apparatus myself, but, erm…. well. How you get to that conclusion, I’m just not sure. But considering that I’ve been to the gym everyday for the past two weeks, and seen her there 10 out of 14 times… well, I brush my teeth in the shower. What’s so wrong with that?

I walked away to her mumbled apologies and scarlet face, chuckling under my breath, wondering whether or not I would be able to tell anyone this story without dying.