Joy and the Time of our Lives.

Leaves at Tidbinbilla National Park, Sept 2004.

Joy does not simply happen to us.

We have to choose joy and

keep choosing it every day.

– Henri Nouwen

A very dear thank you to Paris today.

On the bus today I was sitting there, feeling quite miserable

I felt a tap on my leg and without a word he passed me his iPod

on it was “Time of your Life” by Green Day.

It was all I could do not to burst into tears.

So take the photographs, and still frames in your mind.

Hang it on a shelf in good health and good time.

Tattoos of memories and dead skin on trial.

For what it’s worth, it was worth all the while.

It’s something unpredictable, but in the end it’s right.

I hope you had the time of your life.

Never before did that song make as much sense as it did in that moment.