2 weddings

Sydney was Sydney. Which means it smelt and felt like the home I carry with me anyway. It was awful and ecstatic, and very very sunny blue.

And the best part about Sydney was arriving and the worst part might have been arriving too.

So I left on a jetplane and I thought I'd feel mad or sad but it was neither and just really wanted to get home, back png-way and keep on keep on toughing it out in this frustrating place where people never say what they mean and what they mean remains a mystery until some event makes all the past ones clear. SO we are back, to complicated and wantok taim and it's already ticking a little ... only first day back in the office and now we are offically official and fully qualified, I am itching to get ricebag on track re work.

And the weddings were beautiful and elegant and totally appropriate ... and just celebrations really for my two girlfriends who have each married someone called Brad. What gorgeous weekends and time well spent with friends and families of friends and road trips and roadies and scones and motels and national parks and yachts and just lots of champagne really (GO the prosecco!!).

So landing back in POM-land feels ok and ricebag feels ok too.

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So it's been a lot of love and vows of love .. and for me, just remembering Rumi too - the message is participate in love, seek it, shop it, share it ... be foolish and risky and generous with it:

These spiritual windowshoppers,
who idly ask, 'How much is that?' Oh, I'm just looking.
They handle a hundred items and put them down,
shadows with no capital.

What is spent is love and two eyes wet with weeping.
But these walk into a shop,
and their whole lives pass suddenly in that moment,
in that shop.

Where did you go? "Nowhere."
What did you have to eat? "Nothing much."

Even if you don't know what you want,
buy something, to be part of the exchanging flow.

Start a huge, foolish project,
like Noah.

It makes absolutely no difference what people think of you.

Rumi, "We Are Three", Mathnawi VI, 831-845