The wonder and beauty

29 01 2011

I’m sitting on the 307 bus from Central to Tai Po right now, having got out of class and walked to Immigration Tower from Wanchai Road, and the bus goes along the Eastern Corridor and Tate’s Cairn route. As we plod alongside the harbour, the unusually clear view across to Tsim Sha Tsui allows the dull amber and raw orange of the sky to give way to dusky purples and magentas along the peek of the horizon visible between buildings, and as I listen to the song “This is Love” by The Autumn Film I am deeply in love with Hong Kong, and so speechless about how God’s love suddenly becomes such a surprise.

“This is love: that You still love me… in spite of me”





Failure already

23 01 2011

I committed myself to writing one post a week as per the challenge, and I’ve failed at that already. As I sit here, doing the planning work to teach my senior class (and possibly others, but I haven’t decided for sure yet so I might have to go back to the planning aspect of it to make sure, and isn’t that exactly what I’m doing?) about spoken word poetry, I’m beating myself up for having dropped the ball – how did the week pass by so quickly?! – but at the same time, I know without a doubt that the condemnation is not from the One who matters the most.

He doesn’t care that I forgot to blog right on the 21st of January. He only cares that I am who He made me to be, and that I aim to grow more and more into the woman He made me to be, every day. God is my judge, but He’s also the One who most has my back, supporting me against one of the most powerful enemies I could have: me. This is what I need to remember, when everything seems to be going wrong, and I’m feeling “off my game” – that the One Who is Bigger has overcome it all.

So while I may feel like I’ve cut the track short already by missing the 1-week mark by 2 days, I know it’s hardly the end of the world.





Something I’ve never told anyone

17 01 2011

For a long time, I thought there was more between us.

Knowing that there isn’t frees me to do other things, but everything needs to be put on hold at the moment until this phase is over. At least, that’s the justification. The thing I have never told you is that I am pained by how all of this turned out.

I will not be at the reunion because there is no reason for me to be there.

There should be more to this than this.





What I do on a snow day

11 01 2011

Hong Kong doesn’t snow.

 

Over the past couple of weeks, the typical Hongkonger has freed their thermals and fleeces from the back of their wardrobe, and have wrapped themselves up in the ski jackets they bought for the trip all those years ago but when am I going to wear it in Hong Kong’s infernal humidity and heat?

The question being asked for this particular post wants us to write about what we do on a snow day. I’ll say what I don’t do, and that’s hibernate.

Oh, how I wish sometimes that we could just roll over in bed when the alarm goes and just, keep, sleeping… the luxury that would be. There are times when I long to be at the age of retirement, because my life would have been lived already, and the tears cried, the laughter echoing, and all the tumult of life summarised by ‘experience’.

Instead of snow days, we get typhoon days around the lazy, muggy heat of the spring and summer months. Checking the Hong Kong Observatory website for the latest update on the impending destruction is a frantic, eagerly-refreshing-the-page-every-5-seconds, process. I can’t speak for anyone else, but as soon as I hear that a typhoon is inching closer, and feel the wind picking up outside my window (I live surrounded by hills, so the wind gets caught like it’s in a bowl), plans start bursting into life in my mind: lying in bed the whole day, reading a book with a hot mug of tea on the bedside table; watching endless episodes of Friends or some other television show; working on a crafts project from scratch; painting; writing letters by hand to friends made over the years; catching up on email; planning classes; working on assignments that are due too soon; watching a movie on cable with whoever’s in the house; playing with the dogs; chatting with my dad; tidying up; going for a walk; colouring; napping; idly flipping through the pages of the last magazine I got in the mail but never got to read… the possibilities are endless.

Discovering that the typhoon is moving away gradually is like:

And we’re back to snow. I like a bit of symmetry.





Posting daily/weekly

9 01 2011

As a way to document this year, I’ve taken the post, and the challenge, below from The DailyPost:

I’ve decided I want to blog more. Rather than just thinking about doing it, I’m starting right now.  I will be posting on this blog once a day / once a week for all of 2011.

I know it won’t be easy, but it might be fun, inspiring, awesome and wonderful. Therefore I’m promising to make use of The DailyPost, and the community of other bloggers with similiar goals, to help me along the way, including asking for help when I need it and encouraging others when I can.

If you already read my blog, I hope you’ll encourage me with comments and likes, and good will along the way.

Signed,

Vanessa.