Not All Girls Like Pink

It's always lovely to chance upon a little gem of a read and this is beginning to be my go-to poem when I need to find rest and peace in the midst of a busy world. The Peace of Wild Things BY  WENDELL BERRY When despair for the world grows in me and I wake in the night at the least sound in fear of what my life and my children’s lives may be, I go and lie down where the wood drake rests in his beauty on the water, and the great heron feeds. I come into the peace of wild things who do not tax their lives with forethought of grief. I come into the presence of still water. And I feel above me the day-blind stars waiting with their light. For a time I rest in the grace of the world, and am free.

I try not to talk too much about my dark night moments here in this blog cause I never wanted this to turn into the rantings of a 30 year old. I've captured the rantings of my 20 year old life in the old blog and felt like this new space should be filled with fun stuff and all things wise. But this experience with dark nights seem to be a constant shadow that follows me through the various seasons of life. However you might describe it, be it a black dog, a dark night of the soul, cancer of the soul, a fog, trying to keep your head above water, numbness, or a ten tonne ball of lead in your gut, I've come to see it for what it is - a war raging in the depths of my being. Some days it's hard to live in my own skin. I often feel like the same insecure teenager, though a decade and a half has passed since then. Other days, it feels like  wave after wave of grief. It's like living in a constant shadow when all you want is a little bit of sunshine. I know I've ...

We were in London two years ago and chanced upon this little band busking at Trafalgar Square in Central London. They were so animated and drew quite a crowd as they sang this exact song! We loved what we heard so we bought a cd they were selling. I didn't get to listen to it till recently when I was cleaning out my cupboard and found it amidst the chaos that is my nightstand.  I don't know much about the band but I remember our trip to London was one of the best vacations Jason and I have had. Here's hoping for more vacations coupled with great music in the years to come! Happy Birthday luv! 

Ásgeir's version of Nirvana's 'Heart-Shaped Box'is pretty darn cool. Hailing from Iceland, this solo singer-songwriter's music is described as melodic folk and is just my cup of tea on these rainy evenings at work. :)

I started listening to this track before the weekend rolled round and it's sorta been on repeat since. 'Drifting' really just captivates with its guitars, sustained piano chords and lyrics. It's sort of a sad song but I mean good music is just good music no matter what the tone. It's so dreamy and sad ... much of what my weekend has been like so maybe my husband has a point... I should definitely stop listening to so many sad songs. This song was written along other music composers as a contribution to the compilation Red Brick Songs which features 15 songwriters from all across north America. If you're up for it, check out Nate Eiesland's band ON AN ON

“God whispers to us in our pleasures, speaks in our conscience, but shouts in our pains: it is his megaphone to rouse a deaf world.” - CS Lewis On a particularly rough moment in my life, I sought a counselor whose one advise helped me climb out of the pit of depression. She said that I should, renew my thoughts daily. "Start with positive affirmations," she said. "It doesn't have to be big and grand, maybe just that you will have Joy today." And so I began my day with a short prayer that I would have Joy. It seemed simple enough but on days when it was hard to pull myself out of bed I thought - fake it till you make it! And so I prayed, "Fill me with Joy, Lord." And I pushed through another day. Every day I prayed for Joy, I felt tensions releasing. Another day I survived a destructing habit, was a victory which filled me with hope. The Lord's word says in Romans 12:2 "And do not be conformed to this world, but be transformed by ...

I discovered Ben Abraham after my friend Felicia's giddy Whatsapp message about waiting on his table at the Hyatt in Melbourne. After listening to a few songs I was already hooked. I love this particular one and the story of how it came about. I love it when songs are borne out of desperation and despair but yet speak of hope. Read about it here .