jiggery pokery fakery

Been more aware of various kinds of fakery in my life and around me recently, and they are starting to grate increasingly. This can only be a good thing.

It all reminded me of this song, which is incredibly catchy and convicting at the same time:

(Also, what a hilariously cheesy silly music video…whacky and random before whacky and random became cool.)

I have decided that my summer ambition is to get back to the basics. Resting, reading, being reflective, getting real, raw even. Especially, if not only, about my need for God. My own dreams and my abilities to deliver them are much too small; and I am too damaged and insecure on my own to offer anything like enough to anyone else. Powering up…

Have a restful weekend.

the sea sea sea

Waves 1

One sad thing about having chosen to live in Coventry is that it is major far from the sea; in fact, it’s just about as far from the sea as you can get in the entire United Kingdom. No waves, no sand, no cliffs, no fish. I’m not the most outdoorsy person, but the sea is somehow important. Growing up in Singapore, it was always just there. Beachfront cycle ride or weekend barbecue, just jump in the car and go. Chilli crab and really fresh steamed fish were all par for the course.

It wasn’t until I moved to Coventry and had been here a couple years that I felt like something was missing. It wasn’t a crisis of purpose, because work was super exciting, and I was growing a lot personally, but just a vague, nagging sense of being stuck going down a very long, continuous road. Which I suppose makes sense if you realise that Coventry is right in the middle of the UK landmass and to get anywhere, you do in fact have you travel for a good few hours down a very long, continuous road. It made me realise that even though I am mostly a city girl (and in fact when it comes to cities the bigger the better), I have been raised with an inbuilt need for space that pops up from time to time. In waves, you might say.

So this past week my housemates and I went away to Wales for four days of perfect sunshine, peace and quiet, good eats, and beachy rambles. The second day, we explored St Davids (“the smallest city in Britain”), where it behoved us to wander into the Cathedral (pretty without being bling-y) and investigate a local ice cream shop (delicious). Then it was time to find the coast. We parked up and wandered down a little path, and there it was:

Beach 1

Waves 2

We hiked up the cliffs to get better views of the landscape and the surfer action.

Beach 2 Maze

Surfers 1

Surfers 2

Surfers 3

Surfers 5

I loved watching the surfers; they reminded me of a lot about waiting. I’ve never surfed before, but it looked like you have to be really alert, constantly on the lookout for the next good wave, and then when you see one you paddle to catch it. None of this hanging around and doing nothing business that surfers seem to be known for! And then you might not get on your board at quite the right moment, or you might lose your balance, so it’s a bit of a risk — but it might all work, and you keep trying because when you do, when you ride a wave, it’s the best feeling in the world.

“Every time it makes me think waiting is a skill that is both a discipline and an emotion, so closely knitted together they are one.” — Sally Breen

Sea 2

Landscape 4

Landscape 3

Phone photos don’t do it justice, but this was a pretty much perfect day.