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Saturday, April 12, 2003

 
April 12, 2003: 10.02pm

one fine day we'll notice...

 
April 12, 2003: 9.44pm

well that was bizarre, i was just flicking through the radio channels and suddenly coming out at me is 'preach the gospel on the beaches of Costa Rica'
it seems i can't escape Costa Rica...if it's not insects it's the radio.



Friday, April 11, 2003

 
April 11, 2003: 10.05pm

The night is here and i wonder where the day went.
I have spent a lot of today sitting at this computer writing up the resulst of my stats analyses (which i found strangely soothing) and in a moment when my mind wandered i looked out the window at the trees starting to come onto leaf. They are so beautiful. How wonderful is God's creation...i love watching the buds on the trees and today sitting on a branch was a tiny bird, a tit of some sort. It's head must have been the size of my thumb nail and it kept sticking its wing out as it cleaned. It was so amazing to watch, the simplest of things can bring so much joy.

And forget not that the earth delights to feel your bare feet and the winds long to play with your hair.





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