Bye Winter 2012.....

Matcha Latte in a POT? um....

There's an excuse for every opportunity to write. Today, I accredit the sole contributor to be this cuppa good, thick, warm... Matcha Latte.... enjoyably making its way down to mark the close end of Winter. Though, frankly speaking, as much as I want to say it's one more day to 'good bye Winter', I can't... because the clock has ticked and I'm already on the last day of Winter 2012.

Finding pride in unleashing this entry, in rebellion to my biological cry for sleep... I thought to sum it up with the end of the 'SWS' condition... which has improved over the many years, coming off from then, to then, to this... and today.

So, over time I've learned to be honest with how I feel, and that did myself some justice. Did SWS affect me this winter? Nope. Was I emo this winter? Yes - but it's not winter related.

So that's a breakthrough....! Anyway, I thought of ending winter 2012 with a nice note, and walk in to embrace Spring... ah, what does spring entail... I don't know. It's gonna be good, cuz my God has promised good to me. 

Random Writings...? Maybe.

"The lone sufferer walks through the wooden hallway with his goals and passions..."

These were the lines that jumped up at me from a book... and has lingered in the theatre of my mind for the past two days. So my random undecipherable writing will begin with something similar.

Her brows were closely knitted together for awhile. The princess broods as though there was no one watching. In a way, there is no one to watch, except for the Prince who knows all her all too well. Slouching into the comfort of her emotions, she begins to unpack and fumble through the books on her shelves. Many books with different titles. Each had a few pages written in them, some had more, some had less. Some had been pushed to the back of the shelf, covered in dust, mould and cobwebs.

She reaches out to the book most recently touched. The writings within carried a heaviness in her heart even as she flipped through the pages. For a moment, she recalls the moments written in the book, long before the books came upon these shelves. Her heart musters confusion as the pages flipped. She thought they were all history. Yes, they were. Skimming through the books, she finds liberation as the awareness of breakthrough entered her thoughts.

The Prince had been writing the book with her. She hadn't been all alone. Things might have been tough, and it felt as though the journey on the sand had only one set of footprints. They weren't hers. They were the Prince's.

Yesterday, the oxidation potential produce tipped again. The sensational reality of such produce does invoke endless thoughts within her mind. The lack of self-understanding does not relay a faster solution to neutralise the produce. It was pretty strong. The dosage tipped the danger indicator, it was causing her difficulty at work.

She marvels at the thought that such produce had the power to affect her. Yet at the same time, the produce helped her realise how much more she needs the Prince to carry her out of her weakness. The Prince gave her a place to hide in the midst of confusion, and told her it wasn't that bad. The Prince reminded her of His Promises to her.

She flips through her writings that marked her year. Inspirational, thought provoking and once again, heart warming. The Prince has got her in His hands. He was not just the Prince, but the King, the Giver of Life.

She closes the book and returns them to the shelf. The recent catalyst of the oxidation produce has made its way into the book. But that's okay. The story is a great one, and a great one to tell one day. She finds herself expediting on the comfort of the catalyst, learning to neutralise the chemical through sober awareness of the catalyst intention. It was best to store chemicals each to their own areas, and with proper risk management and careful implementation of the standard operating procedures, they could enjoy and dwell safely in the research environment. Whatever the research output is, as long as the SOPs are carefully adhered to, it will be safe.

Just before I head to get some rest
I lay down at this place a bit of mess
Thinking of the things I might confess
Now that the light has set in west
Heart has been put once again to the test
Got to guard my heart and wait for the Lord to bless
I was told that good is the enemy of the best
So I'm not going to settle for less
This journey of waiting may feel like a quest
But in the refuge of His wings I nest
and find comfort upon His chest

Time to sign off.... for another long day tomorrow.