home again, home again

Seeing as I don’t live at home anymore, and I work on Saturdays and often on Mondays, often during the week, and I study and you know, the life of a student (and a two – more on that later) is a very busy life. I’m young, right? I live.

So all things considered, I don’t get home very often, but when I do it’s always a treat. I get to sleep in (mostly) I get my meals made for me, I can lounge in my pj’s (assuming I remember to bring them with me… yeah…) and I get to see my family, which is moderately large. I’ve met larger, but we’re definitely larger than average.

The best thing about this particular trip home (I say, sitting in the sun in the dining room, with wireless internet and awesome company) is that my sister’s back from her nine-week-long trip overseas. I haven’t seen her for ages. It’s lovely. We get to chat about stuff and exclaim and be sisters. It’s awesome.

And we got a road trip home too. Hello, Little Red, Washington, Cute is What We Aim For. Hello, getting to know my sister’s boyfriend better. We have really, really good conversations.

Jiggedy jig.


sunday best

I never really dressed up for mass. (For all you Protestants out there, that’s what we call church. Mass is the gathering; church is the people. Or the building, depending on who you talk to. I always thought it was the building, but then I found out different when I got older. Excuse me, we don’t tell people what we believe, we try and make them guess by how we act. Unfortunately, this way you can get a little confused, especially if you’re only five.)

But hey. I digress. (Often. Clearly.)

Today is Sunday and I am in my Sunday Best. I went out for breakfast and you know what I was saying about the best way to break in new shoes is to dance in them? It’s true but the second best way may be to walk down a sun-dappled street on a summer morning after a beautiful breakfast. It was so good and I was so disappointed that I couldn’t finish it. I clearly need to make my stomach bigger. The walk was almost necessary just to get that over-full feeling from my stomach. I will never be able to stick to a portion-control diet. I think it’s ridiculous.

Sunday best for me today was my new shoes, a red dress pinned up to be bubble like (which, incidentally is great to dance in) and flowers in my hair.

I love driving slowly down sun-dappled streets with the windows down and the wind in my hair. It’s a beautiful way to get to know someplace and when I move I’m totally going to go on many new drives, particularly to orchards and pick your owns and particularly with my housemates and my friends. I’ll put on beautiful music and revel in life.

I love the idea of taking a day off from the rest of your life and remembering your roots, where you come from, where you’re going, what your purpose is. That, I believe, is the true meaning (or one of them) of Sunday services, although I think it’s either been lost or it just doesn’t get talked about enough. We are scared to tell our stories for fear of being told we are trying to convert people but what’s the matter with telling people the beauty and the mystery of life as we know it?

So I didn’t go to mass today (yet… there’s still time:) but I did remember what I’m trying to do in life – put the world back together. And part of that is loving myself and sending out happy energy into the world. Because to love others like you love yourself, you first have to love yourself, right? Well, maybe not first, but it’s definitely a part and parcel of loving the world. And remember 1 John 4:20 Whoever claims to love God yet hates a brother or sister is a liar. For whoever does not love their brother and sister, whom they have seen, cannot love God, whom they have not seen. You have to love others to love God. Everything is connected.

So go and connect yourself. Happy Sunday. Happy January 16.