The Ocean looks like a 1000 diamonds strewn across a blue blanket.

One of my favourite songs of all times; is Incubus' "Wish you were here" ... check out the awesome poetic and cleverly written lyrics:

I dig my toes into the sand
The ocean looks like a thousand diamonds
Strewn across a blue blanket
I lean against the wind
Pretend that I am weightless
And in this moment I am happy...happy

I wish you were here
I wish you were here
I wish you were here
I wish you were here

I lay my head onto the sand
The sky resembles a back lit canopy
With holes punched in it
I'm counting UFOs
I signal them with my lighter
And in this moment I am happy...happy

I wish you were here
I wish you were here
I wish you were here
Wish you were here

The world's a roller coaster
And I am not strapped in
Maybe I should hold with care
But my hands are busy in the air saying:

I wish you were here
I wish you were

I wish you were here
I wish you were here
I wish you were here
Wish you were here

I went to Bournemouth this past Monday; and I totally loved putting my toes in the sand again.
This is the first beach in the UK that I have been to that has beach sand.  (Yes, I know I still have to make my way to Cornwall and Newquay... its in the pipelines... sometime.)
I have realised in my life that I have an affiliation to the sea.  I connect with my Maker when I can swim in the ocean, see dolphins, feel the beach sand beneath my feet.  The vastness of the ocean, speaks of the vastness of God.  And the ocean's constantness... reminds me of God's constant presence and purpose in and for my life.
This is the Ocean's Harmony for me. (Which reminds of a song by Exit the Fall)
Check out my brother's band: Exit the Fall


http://www.myspace.com/exitthefallband

The Bitter End

I had an encounter with a bitter granny (nan) tonight.  From her car window she was tuning me (kicking up a fuss).
I needed room to turn my car (the one that has so kindly been lent to me) and she wouldn't budge.
Instead she just moaned at me.

I thought grannies are supposed to be sweet, my two grannies are.  (R.I.P Grandmere).

It just got me thinking, why the heck is this old lady so bitter?
She didn't have to make such a scene.  She didn't have to bitch and moan so much.

What makes a person grow so bitter?
And if life has been so hard on you, please stop taking it out on others...

God, I am far from perfect; I have my grumpy days too. I pray I don't end up bitter, in the end.