Church Haven.

My blog count for november seems to be dwelling somewhere dangerously close to very, very little. This is definitely no competition but at the end of the day my publicly broad-casted point of view has left a lot to be desired.

I cannot say that I have reached this problem due to any lack of imagination (to re-create the endless things that take place in my mind) or, for that matter, motivation to get off my ass and type something up. BUT: naturally even considering the source of my demise would probably take me on a long road that, in the end, gets me nowhere.

So, for now: I want to focus on the things that I can blog about.

If someone were perhaps try looking for me, they would do best to venture up the west coast to this tiny little place called church-haven. With all but twenty houses and a little dirt road, it wouldn't take any dear watson to locate me.

It's so quiet here. The size of it is totally dominated by the tremendous lagoon that stretches farther than the eye can see; but mostly, this place is so withdrawn from so many things. It always amazes me that it takes a place like this to allow me to fully consent to complete relaxation...and now that I am here, I am so content.

I am content with simply being. With listening to the fire as it hisses at the damp wood or staring out the window contemplating the weather, the birds and this amazing place I'm in. Or, my favourite, lying on the couch listening to my granny giggling at the book that she is reading.

It truly is about the little things in life.

Life, unexpected.

There is an annoying habit that people have gotten into of late. The more I get annoyed by it, the more it seems to surround me.

People have this sudden tendancy to say "I feel like" and "Just saying" at the beginning and end of almost every single sentence that sprouts out of their mouths.

Surely everyone hasn't lost their imagination along with their entire vocabulary?

It's strange to think about...trends in general I mean. People will go from saying, doing or wearing one thing to something completely different without giving oneself so much as a chance to think about it.

I have done a few assignments of late and other than being for completely different subjects...for the majority of the time they all add to one point that is now more clear than ever before:

The world has so much influence on us...whether we know it or not. There are things out there that are seriosuly out to get us.

I dont mean things like gun-wielding crooks or animals that can eat us or natural disasters or estate agents and tele-sales operators...I am talking about the things that we don't expect to find somewhat threatened by.

Things like our online addiction taking over our offline lives, or losing ourselves for the sake of keeping relevant. What about forgetting about that belief that we once had in ourselves, just to be the person society wants us to be?

But in the end people just pretend to be doing what they want to be doing because they're too shit scared to be somethig different...something unforeseen.

Live to be a a little unexpected, you may just discover something wonderful.