August 11th (mystical trees)

Most of today was spent experiencing a cultural revival, by which I mean a renaissance of all my pop music idols, idols being a positive term in this context, as all their music helps me chat with the Lord Almighty. Hello Lady Gaga, Macklemore and Justin Bieber. Offensive language needn’t get in the way of a spiritual rinsing.

On the way to Ben and Grace’s leaving party, I walked through the cemetery. I only found out about this place when I moved away from that area, but it’s really atmospheric. This evening, the combination of trees and misty rain sent me on a nature energy bender. I often think it’s beneficial to get slightly lost. Many hijinks ensued at the house, including deceptively strong punch, and erotic mirrors.

Based on a true story – June 11th (nature energy)

I’m genuinely surprised that I made it through today with even a shred of sanity. I got up really early because I had to clean the Playtime Centre at church. Kids are messy, but I was left wondering what the adults were doing after the party. I’d been planning to recharge in between by sitting outside the cathedral, but that was no longer an options. Regenerated slightly while walking past a row of trees on the way to The Cabin. I’d never noticed how many trees there are in the town centre. The wind was up, and I could feel the nature energy flowing. It smelled nice too, but I was distracted. 

I sustained myself with the hope of sitting under a tree in Weston Park, a dream I fulfilled at approximately 16:45. When I set off again, it started raining heavily, but I was in the state of mind to enjoy it. I’d have found it more stressful even putting my coat on. Broke my internal vow to never play Bohnanza again, I seem cursed to be forever second. My electric toothbrush switched to low battery. The cycle of a short burst of excitement at fresh power, followed all too soon a few days later with a flashing red light, seems to perpetuate my very existence. Is there no end to this way of living? At this moment, Lady Gaga seems to be the only remedy to my sub-level confusion.

A day in the life – May 3rd (the merging of worlds, part ii)

Then headed down to church at 2 to catch the coach to the airport. This was the start of many energy spikes and lapses in the journey from Sheffield to Catania. I can’t remember many details, but I felt sorry for the staff at Starbucks at Luton Airport. With sleep in such short supply, I used food as a substitute, which was directly correlated to my change in mood.

At first, I was quite sceptical about the purpose of the trip. In my opinion, we may as well just have stayed at home and done gardening for people over a week. But hearing stories of God’s faithfulness have me inspiration; very rare for me when hearing speeches. I don’t want to have any delusions that I’m a massive deal, and am going to change the face of a place I’ve never visited before in a week, but I’m happy to help with what’s already going on.