Fully Human, Fully Alive

"Glory of God is a person fully Alive!"
Full Alive, Fully Human
John Powell

Analyzing means I got to stand outside and think about what people say, their underlying meaning and what make them say what they say.

Finding myself gradually unable to fully experience my own life. Everything operates on multiple levels- the action level, the mental level, the emotional level and recently I learnt to be aware of the spiritual level. Constant reflection and processing. I am glad I am not on twitter, otherwise I will be so busy twitting every other thoughts.

Blessed by John Powell's wisdom in that statement. For me, to be fully alive means to fully experience all that is available for my sensory to experience. Its not just about the mind or the mental processes. Its also about experiencing it emotionally, spiritually with my joy, my sadness.

Fully Human, Fully Alive!

NZ Day 1 & 2

New Zealand is beautiful but I didnt know how to enjoy myself in the beginning.

I thought they should be friendlier, more courteous.. My own expectation was not helpful to the trip. But after awhile, things became better as we become more accustomed to the culture.

Day 1- From Christchurch to Akaroa- Ajustments

Many things to adjust on the first day.

1. Paul driving an auto-car, he only drove manual in the past.

2. Cold weather

3. Surprised by the expensive food when it claims to be affordable

4. Went to bistro at 530pm, was told to return at 6pm. Hmmm...

5. Waitress confused when we order hot water

Day 2- Akaroa to Hokitika

1. Enjoyed the beautiful scenery in Akaroa in the morning. Majestic sight of mountains and lake, aromatic scent of flowers in the garden and cheerful chirping of birds. Saw a ladybird on a leaf. Nature is so close to me.

2. Had our morning breakfast in the little garden of where we stayed (Halfmoon Cottage)

3. Along the way to Hokitika, the scenes are more or less like this. Sheeps, cows, deers or some horses. I like those with a whole field of sheeps. Reminded me that God is the one who owns them all.

5. Met roadblock along the way. Need to go by Telegraph Road and reach Aurthur's Pass to go to Hokitika. But road works! Stupid GPS only know Telegraph road. Thankful to a BP man, who taught us the way and recommended directory for us.

6. The fun about self-travel in NZ is there are always something worth stopping for. Farms, creeks, lakes, rainbows, signposts, rolling mountains, even postbox!

7. Finally arrived at Arthur's Pass- halfway from Akaroa to Hokitika. Lunch time!! Ice cream time!

Upon finishing, found out that car battery died cos headlights on. But we survive cos of a helpful traveller who fix the car! Thank God. I felt helpless when it came to the car. But I did what I know- pray!

8. We finally reached Hokitika by night fall. Dinner time! Went hunting around for places to eat. Found that French Cafe that Paul missed so much when he went to NZ yrs back. Must take pic of tt place.

Can you see the pattern of travelling. Travel, eat, toilet. Travel, eat, toilet. Then sleep at night. Tt's how it is until we reach Day 3! =)

Blog more next time. No time liao! got to go!

Self-trapped?

What truly makes me happy? What brings joy?

Strucked by the different things we pursue to bring us satisfaction.

Some a little more different from mine (occassionally I find it hard to swallow) but reminded myself that its their life and I am no judge.

Strucked by the different paths we choose in life.

Some I cannot even fathom the purpose of it but reminded myself again that God created each one different and each had a different purpose in God.

Strucked by the attitude that was held on me.

Some which I am amused by. Some which offended me. But reminded myself that I am who I am, I please no man but God and Paul.

I am puzzled, by others and by myself. The difference I begin to sense more n more. Time to catch up LJ. Yet there is this unwillingness to move beyond. Trapped by my own puzzlement. Funny.

Interesting how gossips travels so fast in the social service sector but news travel so slowly among friends. 1 night of catching up means a lot of new revelation for me. ha! Puzzled once again. Maybe I dont facebook, twitter etc. But unwillingness remains. Trapped by my own unwillingness. Funny. Crazy.