Surely I come quickly.

how the city hurts your brain

now i can stop wondering why i don't like staying in a little apartment surrounded by brick walls and smoking neighbours. even the sound of a chirp is heaven to me. yes i'm still the person who loves to hug trees and roll on grass (after checking for ants of course).

australian institute of landscape architects - fresh!

the thick balmy smell of eucalypts in the morning air.
walking down the speckled road hearing the leaves crunch under your feet.
getting a headache from the cold air and wind.

still remember that friendly dog, that lazy dog, that naughty dog, that teeny dog, that exhilarated dog... will i ever have a dog? i wonder. what will my future house look like? what will it be?

totally distracted today. snacking too much again recently, but it's not stress! the weather is wonderfully sunny this wk :) :) :) yums the sun. yes i consume the sunlight.

fluidity. to flow. gracefully. to be entrained in its ebb. not striving, not disputing. dead but alive.

on the way to their deep deep sleep they change into the earthy tones of red, orange and brown, bringing beauty into the lives of those around.

then they await patiently, subdued in the bitter cold, awaiting the day when the warmth breaks through again and they awake to see the morning sun.

life is a bed of roses. it is thorny, but beautiful.

Be still, my soul: the Lord is on thy side.
Bear patiently the cross of grief or pain.
Leave to thy God to order and provide;
In every change, He faithful will remain.
Be still, my soul: thy best, thy heavenly Friend
Through thorny ways leads to a joyful end.

Be still, my soul: thy God doth undertake
To guide the future, as He has the past.
Thy hope, thy confidence let nothing shake;
All now mysterious shall be bright at last.
Be still, my soul: the waves and winds still know
His voice Who ruled them while He dwelt below.

Be still, my soul: when dearest friends depart,
And all is darkened in the vale of tears,
Then shalt thou better know His love, His heart,
Who comes to soothe thy sorrow and thy fears.
Be still, my soul: thy Jesus can repay
From His own fullness all He takes away.

Be still, my soul: the hour is hastening on
When we shall be forever with the Lord.
When disappointment, grief and fear are gone,
Sorrow forgot, love’s purest joys restored.
Be still, my soul: when change and tears are past
All safe and blessèd we shall meet at last.

Be still, my soul: begin the song of praise
On earth, believing, to Thy Lord on high;
Acknowledge Him in all thy words and ways,
So shall He view thee with a well pleased eye.
Be still, my soul: the Sun of life divine
Through passing clouds shall but more brightly shine.

Peace I leave with you, my peace I give unto you: not as the world giveth, give I unto you. Let not your heart be troubled, neither let it be afraid. John 14:27

to hear the marching beat of the advancing armies of God,
to immerse myself in the flow, being confident of my General, the Lord of hosts,
to see the hosts of angels encamped all around.

rivers of water.the fountain is therapeutic.this is my real mid-sem break.