I have no idea where to start. I am so incredibly happy that I feel like I breathe by expanding my lungs past my ribs and inhaling popping candy oxygen. I love my life. I do not deserve this blessing nor this blood sizzling joy. And no, I am not in love.

Factors contributing to said haemoglobin /bounce:

~ I love my job. I do. It has the odd icky bit but mostly it is wonderful. I believe in my company and our unique little snowflakeness. I love knowing that what we do make a difference in the world and though we may not be Google, we are on our way there.

~ I have my Dell (souped up Latitude D620). I know that it seems silly, and ownership is not my thing, but it is my first PC. The rest have been loans or gifts but this one is mine*.

~ Friends. Do you know what it is like to be in a feedback loop of got-your-back-love**? I have the great privilege of being allowed into the lives of the coolest people I have ever met. When lying on a trampoline while sunlight bakes you lazy and cold fresh baby-giggle-scented air wakes you and conversation sustains you, or witty gtalk banter that you wish you could show the world become meh, then life will be awful indeed.

~ Faith. Yes I know it makes most of you cringe and scoff but bear with me. Jesus died for me, washed me with His blood to save me from the wrath of the Almighty God. Me. The freaking oilspill, He washed clean. I can’t explain it and I won’t force it on you but I know it is true and it makes me so grateful that it brings me to my knees.

~ Maybe-love. /grin. “Vry is lekker en vry in die bondel die heel lekkerste”.

~ Rediscovering old friends. I told you about Bambi. How on earth do I try to sum up 14 years? Or last night’s +/- 4 hour conversation…the closest I can come: he and I are war buddies.  I understand why men (or women in combat) can have a more honest and true connection with someone they spent 3 months with in a war zone and didn’t even particularly like vs their wives whom they’ve known and loved their whole lives. .. And we have the added bonus of being way back when maybe-loves. Our lives are irretrievably entangled and that is wonderful. Hearing his voice is like coming home.

1. Word of the day: panoptic (including everything visible in one view – Sequence Publishing’s The Sage)

2. Insight of the day: Saying “I love you” and “thank you” and meaning it, is not done enough.

3. State of the pool: Sweet home made ginger ale.

4. Random thought: How bruised can your legs be before it is uncool to wear a little dress?

5. Awesomest lines.  Theatre by Elsa Volschenk ©

show me the room you’ve prepared for me

the space you’ve specifically decided
should be assigned to me

show me the passion you’ve let grow for me

the garden patch of your heart’s desire
you believe will only bloom for me

show me the love you’ve saved for me

the commitment and the soul
you are willing to share with me

rehearse your part and i will mine
so that it may all seem like the perfect act
of show and tell

6. Scripture line: John 3:16 (New International Version)

¹⁶“For God so loved the world that he gave his one and only Son, that whoever believes in him shall not perish but have eternal life.

*Full Metal Jacket rifle prayer

**John Mayer. He may be arrogant but he has a point. And he is a genius.

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