And suddenly, there is only 2 weeks left in my calender before I fly back to Belfast!
I have so much yet to do! Clinical project to write up, friends to meet for one last time, things to buy, packing to do, parents to love, and more than all that, preparing myself to go back after being growing used to this place again. Sigh.
Boy this couple of months have been great. More than the food really, more than great weather, more than being home. I've found myself 3 months that has taught me more than the whole of last year. I've had ups and downs within this that has shown me who are the people I really love and really love me.
I've had a brilliant attachment, met a great bunch of new friends, I've reunited with old ones, been reminded of good ol times, and most importantly, I realised how much I love my baby.
So guys, yea so life does suck when it sucks. But boy when it is good, damn it's good :)
So take a breath of fresh air, put on corinne bailey rae's "call me when you get this" on ur player, and tell yourself what a brilliant day it is gonna be today!
The smile on your face comes automatically :)
Sunday, 16 September 2007
Friday, 14 September 2007
Reflections
Aching heart, voices longing to be spoken,
How complicated, Am I already broken?
So many places, wanting attention,
So many people, yet forgiven,
Why is this, so so difficult?
The noise outside; blarring,
This emptiness within; how consuming,
This journey of mine; confusing,
Who here will listen, to my musing?
Why is this, so so difficult?
I have everything, yet I have nothing,
What is Love, if without trust,
I so tired, so tired of proving,
Dying to rest, if I could just.
Why is this, so so difficult?
In the end, it's quite simple,
The grace of God, make it your staple,
For finally, if you can't face your Maker,
What is the meaning of this all, this journey we've taken?
How complicated, Am I already broken?
So many places, wanting attention,
So many people, yet forgiven,
Why is this, so so difficult?
The noise outside; blarring,
This emptiness within; how consuming,
This journey of mine; confusing,
Who here will listen, to my musing?
Why is this, so so difficult?
I have everything, yet I have nothing,
What is Love, if without trust,
I so tired, so tired of proving,
Dying to rest, if I could just.
Why is this, so so difficult?
In the end, it's quite simple,
The grace of God, make it your staple,
For finally, if you can't face your Maker,
What is the meaning of this all, this journey we've taken?
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