yeah, that was cool: May 2006

9/365

Standing on platform 13 at Clapham Junction station shivering in the shade cast by the buildings. Take one step forward and the evening sun blinds my eyes, warms my face and dances on my hair. Amazing what a difference one step can make.

8/365

cycling up a steep hill and getting to the top in warm may time sunshine. feeling the burn in my legs and fresh air in my lungs. cycling down the hill is even better.

7/365

There's now 7 of us amazing ourselves, being thankful by the small things day by day: Ceryn, Chris, Fi, Kath, Liz, Pod, and myself.

Sometimes it's hard to find outstanding things to be thankful for, to see the beauty in, but there's always something. even if it's something we take for granted. Whether it be a good meal, a good friend or just the fact that we're still breathing. There's always something that we have and do that we don't deserve. I don't want to take those things for granted anymore. I want to be thankful for the small things. and the guys that have joined in too are helping with that too!

That's very cool!

6/365

Today I watched 24 until my eyes bled, ate stew cooked by Pod and drank hungarian bulls blood wine. Good art, good food, good drink, good company. Yeah, that's cool.

5/365

John Piper says that Joy is a gift from God. we have to fight for it but to ulotimately ust put oursleves in the path of God's desire to give us joy in him, in our salvation.

Today on the train I had a surge of joy. That was cool.

4/365

I was talking to Lee my kickboxing instructor:

Lee: "Becci its all about your mind, like when you're sparring and I teach you to be absent, calm in mind. It's the same with pain. But it's not that you pretend the pain's not there...mentally, you admit the pain but you decide not to react to it. Admit the pain but decide not to react to it."

See, i think that applies to alot of pain, not just physical.

Yeah, that was cool.

3/365

Playing hide and seek in the dark with my 11 and 9 year old cousins. Pretending I was so small again that i could fit inside a cupboard made for clothes or behind a door. pretending noone could see my red painted toe nail feet, when, clearly they could. If I can't see them then surely noone else can, right? A moment spent being a child again. Yeah, that was cool.

2/365

on the train, rain pouring down the windows. supposedly there's a drought.

staring out the window, trees, fences, houses, grafitti, bridges.

One bridge, just enough time to peer over the edge as my train pulls my eyes away as quickly as it can. down below is a river. sitting on an island in the river is a heron, eating a fish it caught. The heron's pretty small but i know what it is.

And i can't help but thinking im probably the only person on that train who saw that amongst all the stressed commuters, grumpy teens and other randoms. I like that i probably was the only perosn who saw that marvellous piece of creation. for once, im glad that i didn't share it becuase it made me feel privileged.

That was cool.

1/365

Conversation with Liz on the train about relationships. Sometimes somebody so comepltely differnt from you can make you see sense. in a whole different way. Everything in my life is about difference right now. That's cool.