and ever has it been known, that love does not know it’s own depth until the hour of separation.

When love beckons to you, follow him, Though his ways are hard and steep. And when his wings enfold you yield to him, Though the sword hidden among his pinions may wound you.

Kahlil Gibran


It rained. nearly all day without ceasing. the gray skies blanket the wet green. the roads are slick and black. went to have lunch with catrien today. she is new to town, so drove her through the outlying suburbs and villages. went to ponsonby, parnell, mission bay, queen st, k rd… excellent. stopped in kingsland and bought a pounamu piece for a friend. went home to youth group. had a really good discussion night. i’m exhausted. i have had two late nights in a row. i’m going to need a holiday very soon.!

not to mention the thermals and boots that i need to get for the trip to Christchurch.

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