Someday...

Love in the Movies

I want to be in love in a movie... the endings of all my stories are so different in movies, the obstacles are overcome with simplicity and grace and it always ends with I love you.

In the movie high school sweethearts are reunited in a fairytale meeting where evil stepmothers don't exist. Against all odds with evil meddlers working against them the princess and her prince find happiness in a world of disappointment. As a single father trying to make it on his own, looking after his daughter while her mother remains in drug rehab. After relocating to a small town, starting a new job and a new school their futures are changed when the new school teacher turns out to be an old friend. Could this be love after so many years of disappointment. Could the country policeman and the local school teacher grow to love each other after years of closing their hearts off to the possibility of finding love, how will his daughter respond to the new woman in his life?

SPOILER: it ends on a bridge at sunset with the sweetest kiss!

In the movie the girl who has been there all along becomes the girl he knows is the one he is meant to be with. After years apart, trying all the wrong relationships he wakes up to find himself lonelier than ever and pining the love of the one he threw away. Now he must do all that he can to win her back, on a journey of romantic gestures and comical meetings will she take him back after all he has said and done, will his attempts win her over one final time and will all mistakes be forgiven.

SPOILER: it ends on a bridge at sunset with the sweetest kiss!

In the movie he doesn't walk away. After a chance meeting two strangers learn they are meant for each other. As these half souls find their homes in the arms of each other a tale of true love unfolds. The wedding date is set the church is booked. In a comical journey to the alter with the wrong shoes and cats causing havoc on the perfect dress will this end in disaster or will it be true love!

SPOILER: it ends on a bridge at sunset with the sweetest kiss!

I want to be in love in a movie...

dreaming of knitting

As with all my projects, once i finish I dream of the next. I have become the finishier of projects reformed from the once hoarder of unfinished things I have turned over a new leaf and am now committed to finishing the things I start.

my knitting passion has not ceased nor has it dwindled. It seems that 2011 is certainly the year of knitting.

Having this very afternoon finished Anooke's fox scarf I'm ready for the next challenge.

My dreams have however progressed from my next knitting pattern to the real logisitics of opening my very own knitting shop. more than ever this is my dream!

I spend my spare time dreaming of furnishings and layouts and have today even started thinking about a business plan and some research.

Someday I will have a knitting store of my very own... I promise!

am i ready?

so some say that in 38 minutes the rapture is going to happen! I am doubtful that we will be able to predict to the time when the rapture will occur as this would kinda defeat the purpose of faith and trust in God, but none the less, the idea got me thinking.

If in 36 minutes the rapture does occur what will happen to me. How do you know if your faith is enough. I believe that I will be taken to heaven but what if I'm wrong what if my faith is not strong enough. I know that the thing about faith is that it is exactly that- Faith.

I think it would be nice to have a clear answer about where we are headed but can we ever really have that 100% we can have a strong belief but can we ever be truely, undeniably certain?

In 30 minutes we might experience the rapture my only hope is that I will be with my family, that I will be safe and that my faith is enough.

Controlling my own destiny?

"She is controlling her own destiny!"

What does this mean? would anyone say this about me?

I don't feel like I'm controlling my own destiny, sure I have plans and goals and wishes for the future but I think I would certainly describe myself as floating along rather than being in control.

I control what I feel I can and the rest I leave up to someone else?

I am lonely, I am content, I am happy, but I am lonely. I don't even know if it is possible to be all of these things at once... but thats just me I guess.

I am dreaming of something else.

Don't forget to remember me

I was driving along down the highway with Carrie Underwood pumping through the speakers, for reasons unknown I was overtaken by a sense of joy and calm.

I felt like everything was right with the world and I was exactly where I was supposed to be. The moment passed as I sank deeper into the lyrics of the songs, reliving tales of happiness and heartbreak.

The music took me to places long forgotten to thoughts and days gone by and made me feel, not happy or sad but a sense of calm reminiscence.

At that moment, had someone interrupted me or asked me what I was thinking, they may have thought me sad or lonely but I wasn't, I'm not.

We can't get back what we had in the past, we can't wish it back or try and make history repeat, but we can remember it, and sometimes it is nice to think that maybe there is someone else in the world who is enjoying this same calm reminiscence about me.

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Why Should I Feel Discouraged?

Today my world looks grey, today I feel lost and wonder where this journey is taking me. I'm not unlucky, my life is not empty a friend said to me today "it's not all that bad, your family is healthy" This should be enough shouldn't it? I have a loving family, healthy family, I'm healthy and I have a roof over my head and some money in my pocket, yet today my world looks grey.

It got me thinking about a song "His Eye is on the Sparrow" a beautiful song with a message so strong that while it is encouraging it also makes me sad that I struggle to just be content.

His eye IS on the sparrow and I do know that he watches over me, but I don't deserve that, I don't give him my time or my full attention- I don't know how to anymore.

A short film challenged me on the power and use of prayer and maybe this is where my thoughts have stemmed from today? The film asked the question why does God answer some prayers but not others? I was left with the message that I always knew to be true, prayer is not a passive action it requires a response not just from God but from us. Don't pray that God will feed a Hungry child if you have the power to give a child food.

But what does it all mean to me?

Today my world looked grey... but tonight I'm reminded that there is still hope

Why should I feel discouraged,
Why should the shadows come,
Why should my heart feel lonely
And long for Heav'n and home,
When Jesus is my portion?
A constant Friend is He:
His eye is on the sparrow,
And I know He watches over me;
His eye is on the sparrow,
And I know He watches me.

after all this time I still miss you

Paper Airplanes

somewhere in my school career I missed the lesson on how to make a successful paper airplane. I have been reminded of this lack of skill recently as many many children come and ask me to make these beautiful flying pieces of paper.

As I sat one morning and watched a four year old skillfully fold an A4 piece of paper into a smooth gliding masterpiece I was humbled by this small persons skill, and I took the opportunity to learn from him as he began to fold another, I watched as his skillful little hands folded this way and that, he noticed me copying and said with a smile "I'm beating you"

If only he knew that not only was he beating me this time but he, at the age of four, had a skill that I still do not possess!

known too late...

"I think there’s a moment for two people where they can either catch fire or... we missed our moment"

Rebecca Stinson bones S2 Ep5

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I don't want to love you!

why do i find it easier to be friends with one more than the other?

I know that the other has the potential to make me fall hard, to make me want to love them again, make me want to fix them. I know that if I gave the other my friendship and time I would not be able to resist the idea of going back, of starting again of offering a second chance, I know I wouldn't stand a chance...

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someday i'll have a white christmas...

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take my heart but please don't break it...

if you could see my heart you'd see it wasn't perfect

you'd see the spot where it first broke in two, the halves that somehow managed to fit back together, although not in quite the same way

you'd see the cracks formed by those who followed, the lines that tell tales of lies and disappointment

you'd see what looks like tiny tiny dents from the time it was crushed and i thought it would never be whole again, yet somehow it was.

you'd see the heart that has been well used, well loved, and loved well, you'd see the heart that against all odds has come together to love again

If you could meet my heart, it would tell you a million tales, tales of love, tales of woe tales of me and the men i thought were romeo

My heart is mine, mine to carry always, mine to look after and maybe if you're lucky i'll let you hold it for a while

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Someday I will skip the way I did when I was nine...

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this could be love

while watching Heston on Masterchef I felt myself falling deeper and deeper in love.
His creativity, humility and gentle persona impressed more than words can say.

this could most definately be love

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Michael Buble

I wish you weren't so popular, cause then I could love you even more.

The Special Two

you know the one I mean, the one who out of nowhere enters your thoughts.
You are sitting, standing, talking or walking and for no reason, through no prompt or meeting they appear; as clear as day, as real as the world around you, almost as if to remind you that they were real, they are real, and they are not here.
The one it hurts to remember, but you never want to forget.
the one that given your time all over again, you wouldn't change a thing.
The one you cried for night after night, the one who ripped a whole in your chest.
The one you have to keep reminding yourself you are better off without.
The greatest love you've known.
You know the one I mean...

I know you

Driving home one rainy night a familiar song was heard across the air waves... and while singing along having a wonderful time I recognised that these words have been spoken to me.. not quite so harmoniously but none the less.

ME: I am not like a bird- I have my feet firmly planted on the ground and I'm here to stay.
YOU: are like a bird... you only fly away!

You're beautiful, that's for sure
You'll never ever fade
You're lovely, but it's not for sure
That I won't ever change
And though my love is rare
Though my love is true

I'm like a bird, I'll only fly away
I don't know where my soul is
I don't know where my home is
(And baby all I need for you to know is)
I'm like a bird, I'll only fly away
I don't know where my soul is
I don't know where my home is
(And baby all I need for you to know is)

Your faith in me brings me to tears
Even after all these years
And it pains me so much to tell
That you don't know me that well
And though my love is rare
Though my love is true

(chorus)

It's not that I wanna say goodbye
It's just that every time you try to tell me me that you love me
Each and every single day I know
I'm going to have to eventually give you away
And though my love is rare
And though my love is true
Hey I'm just scared
That we may fall through

I'm like a bird, I'll only fly away
I don't know where my soul is
I don't know where my home is
(And baby all I need for you to know is)
I'm like a bird, I'll only fly away
I don't know where my soul is
I don't know where my home is
(And baby all I need for you to know is)
(repeat x 3)

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Someday I'll meet him...

Someday he'll come along, The man I love
And he'll be big and strong, The man I love
And when he comes my way
I'll do my best to make him stay
He'll look at me and smile, I'll understand
Then in a little while, He'll take my hand
And though it seems absurd
I know we both won't say a word

Maybe I shall meet him Sunday,
Maybe Monday, maybe not
Still I'm sure to meet him one day
Maybe Tuesday will be my good news day

He'll build a little home, That's meant for two
From which I'll never roam, Who would, would you
And so all else above
I'm dreaming of the man I love

someday I'll own a knitting store...

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