Friday, 4 September 2015

Time is a flat circle

Time is a flat circle,
A constant cycle,
A river flowing back and forth.

I feel this phrase is meant to be taken negatively. The mistakes of the past will undoubtedly be the same mistakes of the future. History repeats itself time and time again.

But why does this saying always have to have a negative connotation surrounding it.

Time and time again I am amazed by the beautiful and wonderful things humans are doing in the world. We are constantly creating life, we are standing up for what's right and saying no to what's wrong, we're developing medicines and curing diseases, we're being more accepting of minorities and we're advancing the world in remarkable and crazy ways - all of which are things we've done before. And while there is so much more we as a race can do, I feel like we have achieved and are continuing to achieve so much. History is repeating itself in a good way.

The same idea goes for my personal life too. I feel like I worry too much about the past repeating itself but what I fail to realise is that the past repeating itself includes all the good memories and all the good times too.

I think it's so easy to focus on all the negative moments in ones life. I'm the kind of person when something great is happening I assume something bad is just around the corner waiting to ruin things for me. Sometimes this is true and sometimes it's not but I think there's a definite problem in expecting negative situations to be waiting for you. Perhaps it should be the other way around, perhaps when I am struggling or going through a tough situation I should be expecting good to be waiting for me, for hugs and kisses, and flowers and love, and time off and stress-free days. A lot of the time these things happen so why am I so slow to expect them to happen over and over again?

New Zealand was one of those trips I initially expected to be worse than what it was. I thought I would fight with Stephen more, that I would go into total control-freak overdrive, that I wouldn't let myself have fun because I was so worried about having fun (go figure!). But as history has proven, holidays and time away from work and stress are actually good for the soul and I needn't had worried at all.

Time went so slowly in New Zealand. Every time I would look down to the wooden watch upon my wrist, I would expect for a few hours to have gone by but strangely enough it was always only several minutes or so. The watch was ticking perfectly, it was only the experiences of life that were taking its time. I allowed myself to appreciate the beauty before me which is not something I often do. I allowed myself to live without having to check my phone every two seconds or checking into Facebook or bombarding my Instagram with five photos a day (one was enough ;) ). I didn't let time dictate my life, I let it guide me instead. I used it as a tool to appreciate more around me in the time I had rather than waiting for negative situations to arise.

I realised time to be a beautiful part of our lives, a part we so often take for granted. I think we are too quick to accuse time for being the source of all our problems when in fact it provides us with so much good and so much opportunity for greatness.

Time keeps ticking. It clicks over when we sleep, it leaves the bad behind us and allows us to wake up with a fresh slate to try and repeat the good of the past.

History repeats itself and you know what? I'm looking forward to every minute of it.
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Tuesday, 25 August 2015

Hobbiton | NZ 02

As we drove out of Auckland in our hire car we suddenly felt this sense of freedom. We had a full tank of petrol and an open road before us. The GPS was leading us to our new destination and we had more than enough time to get there, giving us the option to stop whenever and wherever we wanted.

We were going on an adventure!

The hills rolled by us creating all different and unusual shapes and we made up stories of how giants lived under the soil, the grass acting as their blanket, their sleeping bodies creating the hills, mountains and valleys before us. A story to tell our children one day perhaps?

On we went, travelling up and up and as we turned around the bend there it was - Hobbiton. Tiny little hobbit holes lay in the hills, dirt paths joining them all together. Their doors were painted in vibrants reds, blues and yellows and their windows were adorned with flowers. It was a movie set but it wasn't fake. The trees were real, the vegetables were real. I was half expecting Gandalf to come trotting along on his horse and buggy, lighting fireworks as he passed.

We walked around in our tour group and stopped at every little door as we learnt about the making of the Lord of the Rings films and tested our own knowledge on the subject. We joked that this little town was made for me - a small village for a small person. I didn't mind the joke at all. I would live here in a heartbeat.

Our tour ended at the Green Dragon Pub, where we indulged ourselves to apple cider in front of the warm and crackling fire. We felt like we were in a different time, a different world. Everything was at peace and peace was within us and we were sad at the idea that we had to leave.

But leave we did, and we continued to quote Bilbo, Legolas and Aragorn as we made our way to the beautiful (yet smelly!) Rotorua.

Saturday, 22 August 2015

Half a decade and a whole lot of love

I can't begin to explain what it's like to do life with you and maybe that's because words are incapable of describing everything that 'we' are.

It's been half a decade of love between us and I'm blown away by how much I continue to fall deeper and more madly for you as each year rolls by.

Do you remember the first time we hung out? The time you drove over and picked me up the night before my birthday? I was sad and had been crying and I was telling you all about it over msn when you told me to stay put, that you were coming by. We went for ice-cream that night and we drove around our local streets talking for hours before pulling up in front of my house where we waited until midnight so you could wish me happy birthday.

We were just friends then. We didn't have any feelings for each other. We barely even knew each other but something that night sparked a light in my heart and I couldn't let you go from then on.

I still can't let you go.

Thank you for loving me with all that you have. Thank you for loving God more deeply than anyone I know. I'm so unbelievably lucky and it scares me to think how much of my heart lies with you.

We have so much more life to live together. SO much more. It excites me and makes me smile and laugh like a little girl when I think about it. You literally make me feel like a high schooler, the butterflies still haven't gone away and I hope they never do.

I love you Stephen. Happy 5 year anniversary xx

Photos courtesy of Maz Pederson as a part of the James Day Photography Workshop.