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In heaven I hope there's:

1. A soundtrack. At the very least I think we should all get a small choir of angels to follow us around making music according to the current mood. How much cooler are movies because of the music? I know that the closet we get to sound tracks in real life are iPods and boom boxes but really in the next life I hope the sound track is for real.
2. No such thing as bad coffee. It amazes me that people make bad coffee. It's not that hard to make good coffee if you're willing to learn. Heaven should have no bad coffee.
3. Great parties. With great music to dance to.
4. BIG kitchens to cook in. Even though we may not have to eat to remain alive I hope that we can at least choose to eat. I love food. And I love cooking so I hope I get to have a least one really massive dinner party.
5. Butterflies and birds that land on your hand when you hold it out. I love it in Disney films how all the princesses manage to have birds come and rest on their hands. I want that.
6. NO CLEANING. seriously. none. Especially not toilet cleaning.
7. Scooters for everyone. Too many people miss out on the joy of owning and riding their own scooter. I'm pretty sure that when Jesus prepares the houses for us he's also preparing transportation. Now in heaven we might be able to fly but...scooters are fun. Really fun.

About me...

1. If you ask to help me I'm going to say no, if instead you just get in and help I'm going to say "Thank You".
2. If I have a birthday without birthday cake I feel as if I've had no birthday at all. If you have a birthday with no birthday cake I’ll feel ripped off for you.
3. I like my coffee strong, white with no sugar.
4. I will interrogate you at some point about something.
5. If you date my friends I will be watching you.
6. If you want to give me something, give me a memory, I'll treasure it more then any trinket or treasure.
7. I'll consider you a true friend when you don't need someone else to decipher my excited fast babble.
8. If I tell you that I'm ok often it's more that I'm deciding to be ok.
9. I once was a raver and she still lives inside of me.
10. I absolutely despise small talk. While working in hospitality I perfected the art of small talk, now I'm out of that industry I refuse to participate. If you want to talk to me I'm happy to have a decent conversation, if you do try to small talk me I'm going to think you're an idiot and avoid you at social gatherings.

I don't like that the same tool that is used to encourage, show love, bring joy and inspire is the same tool that can tear down, bring doubt and cause conflict. I guess words really are really fragile things.

Learnings from the past week or so

1. People fight differently and what I consider to be a misunderstanding others call a fight. I don't think it's a fight unless there's violence, either vocal or physical.
2. Talking to my bestie face to face is much better then over the phone. I knew this already but it was reinforced last week.
3. People help me feel alive.
4. If you can smell dog poo then there is dog poo to be found, you might just have to look harder. Or get someone else to look.
5. Don't buy female dogs that haven't been desexed.
6. Sunday morning breakfast before church with old friends is delightful.
7. Someone is always looking. Or almost always.
8. Two year olds are more unpredictable then 15 year old juvenile offenders. They're more stressful to look after too. I think they eat more as well.
9. I can still make great espresso even without touching a machine for several months.
10. People will get involved in what you're doing because of why you do it.

Dusk

Somewhere between the bright light of day and the inky blackness of night is dusk. I've always thought that there's something magical about dusk. Not the make-this-rabbit-disappear type magic or fairy dust magic but the type of magic that is produced by beauty.
It's an intriguing time because there's no clear line between when dusk starts and when it finishes. It's like God decided to blur the line between night and day.
I think of that Proverb that tells us not to let the sun go down on an argument. Maybe dusk is a grace period, a gentle reminder that it's going to be night soon and you don't want to enter the night with anger or bitterness still residing in your soul.
Or maybe it's there to gently let children and workaholics know that they should run home to their own families because the family will be having dinner soon.
Maybe it's there to provide inspiration to artists, God's showing off with colours and lighting to reveal what's possible.
Maybe it's all of that and more. Or maybe it's not.
I do know that it is beautiful and I don't care why or how, just that it is.

Expectations

I've always wondered why the people that cheered Jesus into Jerusalem were the same ones that jeered him on the way to his crucifixion.

Maybe it's because when Jesus entered the city they proclaimed him to be the messiah. They attached expectation to him, he was their hope, and he was going to save them from the Romans. But then he didn't live up to their expectations.
Maybe they were jeering with disillusionment. Maybe they supported him dying because he didn't do what the messiah was expected to do. Maybe they turned against him because their hope was shattered when what they thought was supposed to happen didn't.
I'm not so different, I turn and jeer when things don't work the way I think they should. I stumble and fall when I forget that His ways are not my ways, that His thoughts are Higher then mine.