Wednesday, 31 March 2010

THE IMAGE OF BEAUTY

my face
beauty reflected
mirror in a hand
I stand
head high
eyes clear
a tear forms
and is wiped away
thoughts play
smooth skin
soft thin
lips moist
flowing hair
breathes the air
brushes free
look at me
head held high
nails filed
I smile
love looks ahead
beauty looks
ready to face
the day
his face
beauty marred
image smashed
he hangs
head bowed
eyes cloud
a tear breaks
and aches away
thoughts prey
flesh rips
fresh drips
dry lips
thorned hair
grasps for air
haggard grim
look at him
head bowed low
nails scrape
he gapes
love turns away
beauty turns
ready to face
the night

s0upy - March 2009

Friday, 26 March 2010

Sucking the Marrow out of Life

I went to the woods because I wished to live deliberately, to front only the essential facts of life, and see if I could not learn what it had to teach, and not, when I came to die, discover that I had not lived ... I wanted to live deep and suck out all the marrow of life, to live so sturdily and Spartan-like as to put to rout all that was not life, to cut a broad swath and shave close, to drive life into a corner, and reduce it to its lowest terms, and, if it proved to be mean, why then to get the whole and genuine meanness of it, and publish its meanness to the world ...
(Henry David Thoreau - Read full version here.)
Anyone up for a trip to the woods? With me?

I wanna get the most out of life. I'm determined to live life to the full, to suck out the marrow, to scrape every last scraping from the barrel. Every experience in life can be lived with the utmost passion and enjoyment, be it a seismic, life-changing encounter or a seemingly mundane everyday experience.

I'm pretty well known for finding the small things in life enjoyable. The saying goes that small things please small minds, but I'm not convinced. My friends don't think so. A very good friend of mine often laughs at me in a wonder-filled, how-do-you-get-so-much-out-of-such-a-small-thing kind of way, when I make a big thing out of the trivial, yet infinitely wonderful, details of life.

I thought I'd take the liberty of giving a few tips for getting the most out of life, just off the top of my head, like; make of these what you will:

  • sleep in a dark wood with a friend next to a blazing bonfire with no tent - just laying next to the fire on a blanket
  • make a point of explaining to someone in great detail the world's best way of making a hot chocolate, aided by a real-life demonstration
  • next time you ask a shop assistant to show you where to find something, pull the stupidest face you can while they've got their back turned
  • read a good mix of inspiration, poetry, humour, history, children's books and science
  • fill your life full of people from all different walks of life and backgrounds, and determine to enjoy them for what they add to your life
Well, there's five to be going on with. Anyone wanna add another five?

Thursday, 25 March 2010

Vacuum? Yes. Empty? No.

I'd better start at the beginning, I suppose, and let you into a few of the secrets behind why I'm living single for Jesus.

Girls were very important to me. So important, in fact, that my record stands at six. At the same time, that is. Girlfriends. Only one was serious, though, before you start thinking bad of me. She was serious about things too, although not quite serious enough in the early days to be too bothered that one of the other six was in the same class as us at school. Juniors', that is. I loved her. Enough to show off in front of her; enough to chase her more often than the other girls in the playground. Enough to tell her. She moved away one day without telling me. I was gutted. Gone. Couldn't believe it. Vacuum inside.

Although my current number of girlfriends at any one time quickly reduced to one as I matured and learnt some of the rights and wrongs of love, I found that my need for that one girlfriend was constant. Over my teenage years, I had a number of different girlfriends and soon after finishing with one, I would be yearning to meet someone else. The vacuum needed filling. I, like the rest of my fellow humans, was a well-developed love junky.

At the age of twenty-one, I came to believe in Jesus (a story all in itself) and had a very powerful experience of God, filled from head to toe, outside and in, with love . And that insatiable thirst was suddenly - shockingly - met by someone who was actually capable of quenching it: God. Although I'd been on the journey many years seeking love, I hadn't thought of looking to him. It came rather unexpectedly. And I've never quite been the same since.

Love is the reason I'm single. Love for God. At the end of the day, no one person can fill the love-vacuum inside. Except him.