What an incredible few days. First there was the tissue-worthy wedding- Kate and Josh, I feel so touched to have witnessed your dedication and love to each other. I am blessed and privileged to have attended your stunning beach wedding and I wish you both every happiness. May you wake each morning to see God's beauty in each other, growing closer every day. Much, much love.
Then there was the daily expanse of clear blue sky and glittering water to greet us as we drove around. And amazing fish and chips. And cronuts. And coffees. And cheeses. And car karaoke. And grain waves. Wedding aside, the absolute best part of the trip was really deepening the friendships that we had forged ages ago.
Two particularly mind-blowing activities we shared together were the glow-worm caves and skydiving. The contrast between them was incredible. The first was contemplative, floating along on rubber tires into the underworld, navigating our way in the darkness by following the sea of little lights cascading across the ceiling- a stone sky lit by green bug buttocks. I couldn't help myself, I sang Yellow as I drifted along in the inky water, words echoing in the blackness. Even if they were't real stars, they still bewildered me in the same way real stars did. Look at the stars, they only poo for you.
Next. I FELL OUT OF A PLANE AT 15,000 FEET. I have never quite ever envisioned myself as the sort who'd willingly jump off a working plane, but now that I have- I can actually say I wouldn't mind doing it again. After the (suppressed) panic and rush of the free-fall, the parachute opens and you are suspended in the sky in absolute silence, with the world beneath you. It's the best feeling. I could have stayed up there forever.
People walk in and out of your life all the time. Then there are those who choose to stay. And when they do, I am ever grateful.
Here's to friendships, true love and falling out of the sky.