watching: this (well, it is pure parisian macaroony ad-vice!)

one of the best pearls of wisdom i’ve ever read in those random ‘pieces of advice for my kids’ blog is: don’t decline a party invitation even if you were invited alone. and i must say, this advice is golden. it has created many happy pockets of random fun this year and i believe many more in the future. sometimes, there is no need for the security of holding someone’s hand, or dripping from some guy’s arm,just to be socially acceptable at a party. just go and have fun, rather than stay at home mooping that you didn’t have someone to bring along! *woowoo*

listening to: this

I always thought ’sweet dreams’ was the perfect phrase to end the day. A day, spent in all its fullness, should end with the immaterialness of a sweet dream. And the next day has a sweet beginning, an overflowing from the dream that just passed. But what’s so sweet about a dream, if you wake up?  A dream, no matter how sweet, is just that.

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and it stops.

in some rare and sacred dead time, sandwiched between the late sleepers and the early risers, there is a miracle of silence.

Everything has stopped.

And silence drops down from out of the night, into this city, the briefest of silences, like a falter between heartbeats, like a darkness between blinks. Secretly, there is always this moment, an unexpected pause, a hesitation as one day is left behind and a new one begins.
—Jon McGregor, If no one speaks of remarkable things (such a beautiful title, innit?)

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Yet, the reality we wake up to every morning, can be good as well. As the good people who write my QT material on Exodus say, ‘God dd not send Israel on her way with freezers filled with a forty years’ supply of food. Who needs God when cupboards are full? … The believer’s vision receives each day, each precious, precious unrepeatable day as a gift from God’s hand; and with it our life and salvation, our calling and work, with all necessary enabling resources to be pleasing to God on this day. … Utterly dependent upon the Father, with empty larders and empty hands we go out to him again today’.

So I guess that’s why we wake up from our dreams. To know that it was just that, an empty, immaterial thing. And to face each morning not as a letdown -  that the dream was just a dream – but to look forward in expectation for the day that is just unfolding.

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but sometimes it is tough to live through those liminal hours, when the heartbeat falters, when you live life in hesitation.