The Offer.

The battle line is drawn, it's all in black and white.
Hope is pulling forward, can feel it from behind, it's time.
It's time to make a move, so what will you decide?
The clock is ticking on, don't let it pass you by, it's time.
It's time.

The time is now, for lifting souls.
The time is now, for letting go.
From your skin, to your core.
Let light, and love, come rushing through the door.
Oh, come rushing through the door.

You've learned every song, memorized the verse,
Took the bread and wine, and even bought the shirt,
It's time.
It's time to hold your shield,
It's time to draw your sword,
Let's be the resistance,
Oh Lord, oh Lord, oh Lord, it's time.
Yeah it's time.

The time is now, for lifting souls.
The time is now, for letting go.
From your skin, to your core.
Let light, and love, come rushing through the door.

It's time to make a stand, so put your heart in greater hands,
From your skin, to your core,
Let light, and love, come rushing through the door.

Sisters, Brothers, thieves, and lovers,
Come uncover eternity.
Turn your faces from finite places,
Heaven's grace will set you free.

The time is now, for lifting souls.
The time is now, for letting go.
From your skin, to your core.
Let light, and love, come rushing through the door.

It's time to make a stand, to put your heart in greater hands,
From your skin, to your core,
Let light, and love, come rushing through the door.

Oh, come rushing through the door...

So true.

The Return

After an evening of poetry and puddings with some of the best friends anyone could wish for, I am finalising the packing (which involves playing tetris with books and dresses) and am about to go to bed.

Tomorrow I return to London, which I am both excited about and also sad. I do love home, even if I love London too. 

Blogging shall hopefully return with splurges of procrastination when I get started on Uni work.

So, until then, farewell.

xxx

PS - If I break my back on the journey due to my suitcase which I currently can't lift, much love and a longer farewell to you x

Time Lapse

I always find that the time between Christmas and New Year proves to be a bit... nothingy. It's like the days don't really exist, or perhaps too much Turkey just makes it appear that way. Regardless, I feel as if I'm in No-Man's-Land the half way between two sides of camp.

Christmas was good, full of family and food and an unexpected but very nice chance to get to church. The family, on the whole, behaved themselves and it all went rather smoothly. In fact, so smoothly it flew past! Boxing Day was much the same, but with a couple of hours at the beach marching up and down the promenade for some fresh air after being stuck inside.

My plans for this evening, due to my lack of transport and therefore inability to get to the cinema, is to start watching Downton Abbey. Series 1 and 2 was bought as a family Christmas pressie so I'm going to invest my time in the joys of period drama.

Until later, I hope that you're nearly finished with the leftovers and are enjoying this strange space and time where very little happens.

Love xo

Half a Birthday and more than Half a Pudding.

A big shout out to the bessie, who turns twenty and a half today.

That's right, today is her HALF BIRTHDAY. A whole six months into the year of being twenty. Impressive.

In honour of this, here is half a cake.

However, considering we had two puddings this evening as part of our CHRISTMAS EXTRAVAGANZA with the girls, I don't think I'll be approaching let alone eating cake for a very long time.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Lots of love

PS - Coffee finished the night and are my excuse for excessive capitals. x

Goodbyes

I leave London tomorrow.

There are about to be some goodbyes.

This makes me incredibly, incredibly sad. The other side of the world is one side too far.

xxxxxxxx

Baking

There has been some serious baking in Flat 8.

Banana Muffins, Tiffiin and Rocky Road has been made in abundance.

I shall post more photos and details of my exciting weekend tomorrow when I get a spare moment.

Less than two weeks til Christmas, and only four days til the grand return to the coast.

Oooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooh!

x