Today I was in a shop buying a bus card, the man behind the counter looks at me, eyes me up and says "You're from New Zealand?" I laughed and asked if it was that obvious, surprised that my one sentence of asking for a bus-card showed my accent. He laughed and replied that he knew because all NZ girls are beautiful. I told him I liked him and that i'd come back to his shop again.
It reminded me of a similar time in India, when a man asked if I was from New Zealand. Impressed by him being able to pick that up and not just presuming i'm from Australia, I said yes. His response was "why do NZ girls eat so much? All the time I see them, they eat and eat...always eating so much food"...and so on. He then invited me to eat at his restaurant (probably hoping for a bargain as presumbly i'd buy and eat everything on the menu) which I politely declined. Hilarious story. Let's ignore the fact that I was buying chocolate and crisps from his shop, shall we? Good times.
Today has been good. I just spent a couple hours on a clifftop in Coogee, in the sunshine, just hanging with God, reflecting and praying for people I love and stuff happening in the world. I chose not to think of me or anything happening with me, but instead to focus on God and on everything else. It was so good for my soul. The sun was out, there were few people around and the view looked like this...
This was from last time I went up there a couple weeks ago...
I so just want to do something that helps. Giving isn't enough, my heart can't let that be enough. So instead, i'm dreaming and planning and conspiring. I have no idea where to start, or if i'm even close to being qualified, but know that I can't sit still and just watch. What's remarkable is all of our individual abilities to make change, yet instead we hope someone else will do it or make token gestures through donations here and there. My apathy has been dominating my life for too long and it's time for a change (insert fast-paced action music here).
Rant rant rant. Think about it. I'll probably be asking for your help, anyway.
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