Wow, a lot has been happening with me. A couple of weeks ago I was just so dissatisfied. Tears were my constant companion. I was really longing for more of Jesus. I just wanted to be in heaven with Him. My friend was telling me today that in Heaven His face is like liquid crystal and it has sparks of color flying off of it. I want to see that!!!! I was longing also for Australia and the Tribe. I miss having a community that is corporately seeking supernatural realms and walking in the truth of Jesus' message. It's not happening here. Everyone seems so far behind in what God is doing. I have to be grateful for the little pockets of water holes. When I come to one I drink deeply and greedily.

I've been living with a family and on Sunday I said to God, I am longing for something different but I'm not going to look for it. If you want me to move out then I'm asking you bring the opportunity to me as confirmation. The next day I was spending time with friends and one of them mentioned they are looking for a housemate. I knew it was divine. This house is a couple of blocks from some of my best friends and it is more central to my lifestyle. Plus I would get to share a room with Katy who is someone I learn a lot from and connect really deeply with. It's not official in the physical but I feel a shift in my spirit and know this will most likely happen.

Also through a series of crazy confirmation I've began to dream about returning to Africa again. This is a major heart transition. Even two weeks ago I was saying "No thank you!" My dreams were to settle down in Tacoma and transform lives through teaching. I'm not totally sure what is up God's sleeve but as I began to pray "Lord, don't let the devil have any glory concerning my destiny. If I'm supposed to go to Africa, change my heart." That weekend I got two emails about missions and Africa. One was a dream my friend had of me. She went to hug me and I had lost all of my "Chineness". My eyes and skin were Anglo. She was incredibly grieved and saddened. As she prayed for an interpretation she felt God was saying "Don't forget your heart of missions... . perhaps Africa." So, I know that something is shifting and I'm praying about where I should go and for how long. Is it just a summer trip or a diving fully into this missions idea again? I'm not totally sure but I do know that God is going to vindicate all that happened this past year and it's going to be glorious, not half baked.

One place I've begun to see this redeemption is by getting to share what I've gotten from Austraila. Whether that be music, books, teaching, or the lessons I've learned. It's been so great to see people get provoked and encouraged from this. Yesterday my friend and I soaked to the Captured CD and she said, "Man, Meag it's like you prophetically know which Cd to play because I get so touched every time." But, I resurred her it's all good and it's all soaked with Holy Spirit. I was so spoiled in Australia to be surrounded by such rich resources and I've decided that I'm not going to be shy on spending my paycheck on these resources so others can have and eat this rich life packed food.

Every day Phenomena

I was driving home today through the countryside of this town called Shelton. It's an hour south where two of my closest friend live. I drove into the view of the cascade mountain range which was covered in a fog and heavy mist, but I could still make out the silhouette of the snow covered peaks. I had some of the music I downloaded from my friend Ely, playing which charged my spirit to call out in tongues. It was a magical beginning to a magical day.

I went to the First Baptist Church with them, Sage went to volunteer in the nursery and Sandy and I scooted our way into the middle of a pew. I closed my eyes during worship unable to sing because of the tears caught in my throat and the thimble fulls that raced down my face. Tears have been a constant companion for me recently.

After church our journey home was interrupted with a dessert from a going away party, and a stop by the local cafe for mocha's and biscotti undesirably wrapped in plastic. At home our paint exploded onto the kitchen table. The Seattle football game was being announced in the nearby room but was easily tuned out once I dove into the wild expanses of my imagination.

Sandy began her time creating on the stove with noddles and tea. She called me over to chose my tea cup and after my eyes fell upon the blue flowered one that was so delicate the light shone though she said it was mine. She wanted me to take it home and drink tea out it and in a way have tea with her despite the distance. What a beautiful gesture; one of the many that filled our day.

I started my creativity by penning tiny black dots on this sun. I started the painting over a year ago for my friend Katy's birthday. It remained incomplete as it traveled around the world with me, sometimes tucked into my suitcase under my bunk in Mozambique and other times nestled in my African bag stationed by my favorite five dollar chair in my blue room of Australia.

The time went too quick and before we knew it the paintings were repacked, brushed rolled away, and long hugs exchanged. I wished I didn't have to go, I wished this home was mine where creativity was as natural as the peanut butter in the fridge and cheerios in the cupboard. It's an every day phenomena.

I wanted to share part of my magical day with you. And can't wait to hear about some of your own magic.

On the drive home I cried those familiar tears as I felt my body longing and aching for distant friends, distant places, for the supernatural, for more of Jesus. And I was picturing my jar full, full of tears. They're not wasted. I would mail them in to you in a bottle if I could capture them, but we'll have to wait until Heaven to see that.

Beauty is in the eye of the beholder

Have you ever gone into a situation full of doubt and concern only to find out that you were specifically prepared for the task at hand? This pleasant surprise was mine to discover this past week. I was totally ready for teaching this fifth grade class and for Manitou Park Elementary and didn't even know it. I'm loving it!

I realize there are big differences between first graders and fifth. First off, they can read and are really capable of following directions and redirection if they are sliding towards poor choices. We've been building procedures and routines and it's been so successful because I only have to tell them once or twice and then they understand. AMAZING!

The ways they are the same is how they respond to praise and positive reinforcement. They are just like my first graders in the way that they will immediately sit up straight if I notice their neighbor doing it first. They like stickers still and they like hugs and as much lovin as they can get. And just like how tattling plagued my first graders it has an older sibling named rumor. Last week I was wondering why anyone wouldn't want to teach fifth grade, there seemed to be no glaring issues with this age group of kids. No snotty noses that need attention, no tugging on my sleeve accompanied with a squeeky Ms. Diamond? But, then the bomb fell and it started with those dropping tears of Callie. The culprit was a rumor about her picking her nose and wiping it on the carpet. So maybe I was wrong about the snot issue. These tears and similar incidences woke me up at 1:30 in the morning and left me sleepless as I tossed and turned around in my bed and my mind. How could this be solved? Then I realized this is a bigger issue that doesn't disappear with the passing onto middle school. Having received an email that included a bullet of a accusation myself earlier last week I began to process my way of resolving hurtful words.

This was the motivation of a great heart to heart and a solution of a new system. Now we have a drawer. A sacred and holy drawer that houses all their concerns, questions or thoughts. If it's really important they tell me that they would like for me to read it right away but I get to choose when I read it. So, today was our first day of operation and it went really well. Curtis did his pirate peg legged walk to the drawer, pouted out his lips and said "Ms. Diamond, I need you to read this immediately!" He dunked it like a basketball and with satisfaction closed the drawer. For me this was reassuring as it was one less little fire that I didn't have to tend to and instead I could give my attention to our visiting nutrition guest teacher and the long to-do list snaking through my head.

I started a pottery class yesterday. It will be every week for 6 weeks. I'm doing it with my friend Katy and we've both taken this course once before so this time it was major encouraging. Before I couldn't get the wheel and I would often get frustrated. I just rushed through projects in order to get my monies worth of clay and glaze. This resulted in a lot of crappy, lop sided products that sit on my families shelves or desk, or hidden in cupboards. This time I'm going to take it slow and have purpose behind each project. So far I've made a dish and hope to make a complete set, a bowl, a tiny bowl and a cup for pencils in my classroom. I'm excited to go next week as it's a good stress reliever as I slop around the wet clay and also create.

That was yesterday and today after school I drove the short distance to my friend Carols house. It's interesting how age doesn't always qualify a friend. At one point in my life all my friends were my age, never younger or older. Now some of my favorite people are decades wiser, she is 66 and I connect with her at a depth that is very rare. It's because we share our ultimate passion- intimacy with Jesus and a desire to walk as He did. She is very trained in dreams as she gets them all the time and over the years has fine tuned how to be responsible with them.

I left school four minutes late and on the way during the five minute drive I got a call wondering if I'd remembered. I reassured her I was on my way and would arrive in one minute. As I pulled up she opened the door and greeted me with the comment of "You were right." When I asked what she meant, she said "You said one minute and it was exactly that." I made a mental note to arrive exactly at four o'clock next Wednesday. When I arrived she had snack choices lined up on the counter when I arrived but we didn't let them distract us long as we dove into revelating and questioning a recent dream she had about Isaiah 48. Funny how God works, because I would never have guessed that the highlight of my week would be conversation with Carol Taylor in a blue house off Lawrence street.

The Big Catch Up!

It's been exactly one month and seven days since my plane landed in Portland Oregon. How many licks does it take to get to the center of a Tootsie pop? How fast is the speed of light? And the question you've all been asking. . . How much has Meag fit into her month and seven days since returning?

Well, I leave you on your own to answer the first two questions but I'll ease you of your curiosity and answer your third.

A LOT! The first week back was taken for recuperation and since then I've been on the run. I was busy finding a place to live and quickly took up my friends the Debords on their offer. This has been such a great lively adventure. We have found we have much in common from juicing in the morning, to sharing glory stories on the couches at night. We live in the Freeman and Kings old house and have quickly picked up where they left off.

I spent two weeks job searching and driving all around Tacoma from elementary school to elementary school to introduce myself to the principals and to let them know I was interested in teaching at their schools. This productivity lead me to get five job interviews one of which resulted in a teaching position at Manitou Park. I now get the privilege of hanging out with fifth graders every day. At first I thought this was a mistake and that I should have taken a job with a first or second but quickly I realized this was the perfect placement. The kids are so capable and so eager to please. Most of them are new to the school and that was the requirement for them being put into my classroom. I'm excited for what the rest of the year has in store.

I've been looking for a new church and think I've found a really positive fit. I've yet to go since I've been out of town recently but I'm going to go this upcoming Sunday. It's a small new church located in the heart of Tacoma which represents their heart of Tacoma and the people who choose to call Tacoma home. I've listened to their pod casts and whole heartedly agree with their mission and beliefs.

Coming back has been like a clean slate and God has been specific about what I put on my plate. I'm looking forward to a pottery class that starts this week and have been thinking about joining a dance class. It's been really encouraging to see what friendships He has reconnected me with and each of them have been like a free watering hole of refreshment.

It's good to be back.

Beautiful Naomi in her element.

Bev looks so small compared to the towering trees and gigantic boulders.

A family portrait of all of us crazy, feral hippies at a weekend in the wilderness.

Sunny looking very much like herself.

Some of the students who are doing the Deep End School.

This is what my "dreadies" looked like after Ely worked on them for 6 hours and three movies.

These are the five wonderful girls I lived with. This was our last house dinner.

Rosie on our tour of the tea tree plantation maze where they had self proclaimed art.

Me and Tom who was a student at the Deep End School. He is loud and always a party. Fun tends to follow closely behind him.

Ruthie in the tea tree lake.

Roger and me eating a nice curry soup at the Rails park.

My van that decided to die in protest of my leaving the country. Pray for a high selling price.

My house that I shared with five other girls.

A group of girls at the wedding of Ben and Jodie. Ruthie, Me, Kristie, Rosie, Danny, and Michelle.

My flight was long, over 30 hours of traveling, but happened without any major quirks or bumps. It went very smoothly. It was funny because I was in a secluded terminal and was going through pictures on my computer when all of a sudden I heard my name called over the intercom. This has never happened to me before and I quickly gathered my bags and wheeled the cart towards the Quantas desk between gate 79 and 80. All sorts of thoughts flooded my mind in this short 2 minute walk . . did Simon change his mind, did they find another error in my passport, did I space on the time and miss my flight? I approached the guy at the counter and he had been expecting me. "Oh, there is someone here to see you, I've forgotten their name, but hold on I get them on the line for you." he casually said as my heart was trying to bump it's way out of my chest. It seemed to take forever as he apologized for the difficulties they were having with the system today. Finally I got through and it was my friend Amanda! She had arranged to have off her afternoon shift and quickly drove two hours to surprise me at the airport only find that I had already gone through the gate. She had even brought me some peanuts as a special parting gift. We got to say goodbye through a wire fence with her on the top floor and be below. It wasn't a long goodbye given everyone around us was included in our conversation. It was so sweet of her to go out of her way like that. Later on during our boarding process I was almost up to the front of the line when I heard again the intercom come on and my name was announced again! I made my way to the counter and there was a woman holding the bag of peanuts for me. She has brought them down for me since Amanda and I didn't get to see each other in person. The rest of my flights were pretty uneventful after this.

One way ticket

Did you know that I have an amazing mother who supports me in any and every decision I made? I called her last week in tears and as I sat on a water drain on the side of the street I told her I couldn't do this any more. I felt clearly that my time in Bryon had come to an end and that I needed to return home. She was so supportive and said "Well, I probably can't get you a ticket for this week but maybe next week."

So, it's offical. I leave sunny Byron in a couple of days and maybe before you even check this I will be back on that side of the world. I feel really good about this decision and while I do wish I had more perseverance to finish the school and complete what I've begun, it just became too challenging.

I am confident that I'll come home transformed. God has been doing really solid reconstruction in my heart and He is putting a new song into it. I'll have to tell you the whole story over a cuppa.

In all honestly if you are near by me in Portland or Tacoma I will need your love, support and welcome when I return. I'll need good company.

Molasses. . . What's that?

No one here knows about Molasses! What a disappointment as I was planing to make my favorite cook from my favorite recipe. After scourging the isle of a crap grocery store I couldn't find it so I asked for help only to get the reply of what is that? Then after asking someone else I was told it was on isle 6 which would make sense because it is the baking isle. But, nope. No molasses. And this made me almost cry because sometimes Australia is so close to being like home, but than you find out it really is so different.

Sorry

The pictures have been delayed as something is up with blogger. I'll post them as soon as the bugs get zapped from their program. Hopefully it will be soon.
Peace out!

Tantalizing Tea Tree Treatment

Me and one of my housemates,Phoebe, at a local beach.

Ruthie and Me at our friends garage sell.

A view in Byron.

Tygar Hanlon who I babysat for every day for two months. His mother was the makeup artist for a tv series being filmed in Byron Bay. This is him playing with his best friend Sasha.

My and Tony at a cafe in a local town nicked named "Meeting place of waters."

Mali the little five and a half year old I nanny for. He is always smiles and giggles . . . unless he is hungry.

Tonight I am going to update some of my pictures from Australia. Well, let me correct that. I'm going to put my first ever pictures from Australia up on my blog spot.

Today I had a lovely day full of adventure and relationship. It started with a birthday party for Simons sister Phoebe. It was a vintage surprise party complete with tea and delectable dainties. It was women only except for an occasional appearance of Phil, Simon's dad.

After that Ruthie and Tony and I drove to a little town called Lennox Head. It is only about 30 minutes away but it feels like a grand adventure because of the surrounding country side. There is a beautifying lake surrounded by tea trees. That is why it's beautifying. Not only is the swimming good for your heart but the natural oils in the brown water turn your skin smooth and your hair shiny. It felt ahhh so good.

This was a good break as I have started school this week and it has made my schedule full on now. Each day we go to classes starting at 1:00 and ending around 4:30. This week we learned about the spiritual disciplines. For me the timing is impeccable as this past month has been one of tearing down my faulty foundations of who God is and what does Christianity look like. The approach to these spiritual disciplines of prayer and fasting and etc. is very grace based with the opinion that we can only be stirred to the disciplines by the Holy Spirit. And we can only keep the disciplines by the grace of the Holy spirit. It's been a great first week and I can already feel the process of reconstruction happening.

I hope you enjoy the pictures.

Humor of the Holy Spirit

I'm not sure if you know the story of me and Simon breaking off our engagement and ending our relationship. It happened almost four weeks ago. It is crazy that this time has passed so quickly. I wanted to let you know how I am doing.

I'm completely broken, every day, almost all day. I can't even explain to you the deep work God is doing in my heart. It is like the standard has hit the roof and He is really stripping me of everything that would keep me from that. This break up is just a part of this stripping. I'm welcoming it because I know the fruit of it will be closer intimacy of Jesus, a heart of grace and love towards others, and an increased sensativity to spiritual matters in general.


Some more stripping happened last night because I went to a different homegroup because Simon is going to continue to go to the other and he needs space. It was so difficult. It is my housemate who is leading it, but it was just the added newness of not knowing the procedures. There was a new girl who is just visiting from New Zealand. I didn't feel like talking and knew I was breaking all of these social expectations but I couldn't be outgoing and charming. I was mopey and sad and silent. I could tell it was making her feel awkward.

I came home from group and Megs commented "home sweet home" and this just made me want to go upstairs and cry because I don't feel this is home or sweet. This house feels expansive and lonely. I did go upstairs and cry. After I changed into my pjs I got into bed and just cried and cried and cried. I begged God to let me know him as a friend. I sang about him being closer than a brother and more intimate than a mother. I just so badly need Him. I have nothing! NOTHING! My housemate came and prayed for me and I felt peace and after she left I heard the Holy Spirit say " Look at you, you are wearing a bag on your head." And I was. . . along with two layers of pj pants. And I started to laugh! I had the the bag on my head that Ely lent me to help my dreadies form. It is a wool bag and doubles as a hat. I stuff all of my dreadies into them at night to help them form. Isn't the Holy Spirit sweet? He really does comfort and this time it was with humor. I so needed to hear that. Even now it makes me smile.

I'm lonely and really wanting to be known. My biggest cry right now is that I would know the intimacy of Jesus. I am so needy of it! I guess I'm in a good place. I'll continue to throw myself at him and cling to him with a death grip. I'm declaring that he has an everlasting love for me and that he swirls, dances and delights over me.

Life

I hope that you are doing well. We just had a great house dinner and we laughed a lot. Deep laughter feels so good. It is like medicine. I'm really enjoying living here. Early today I went for a walk with Megs, one of my housemates. And yesterday at church Megs, Me and Kristie sat on pillows with our backs against the wall. Megs spread her blanket over me and Kristie sat on my coat since the pillows were all taken. We shared part of Krisities sandwich I had brought for her since she had to be at church early. It was a really sweet bonding moment. A guy and wife who work with Compassion showed up and spoke about sponsoring children. I have to admit that at the beginning I thought oh poor them they don't know that they've are going to share their hearts passions with a very poor group of people because most people in the Tribe are living by faith. But, afterwards I was pleasantly proved wrong as the booth was flooded with a constant stream of people who would skip away with a new child who shared their birthday, or who had liked to play soccer as well, or who lived in a high sex trade area. It was a really beautiful thing to watch as people showed off their newly adopted children to each other.

Today it has rained all day, buckets that make me feel like I'm going through a carwash. My laundry is hanging soaking on the outdoor line as we don't have a dryer. I hope a sunny day is in line for tomorrow as my underwear is getting low. I love the rain here, it is intense and heavy.

I'm reading this book called Brave New World by Aldous Huxley. It is about the future of civilization, much like Fahrenheit 451 in theme. My favorite part so far was when this happy civilized people of the future venture to Santa Fe during a vacation to visit the Savages. The Savages are Indians who still give birth and are monogamous. They have dirt everywhere and mend their clothes. Everyone from the civilized city is programed from an embryo and conditioned with morals and beliefs that they repeat like robots at the push of a button. I'm enjoying it.

This weekend I'm part of a team from the Tribe that is driving two hours North to a town called Brisbane. There we are going to join a New Age Festival called Mind, Body Spirit. They are held all around Australia. We go and bring dream interpretation, spiritual cleansing, healing, and spiritual blessing. They also have stage time where they do prophetic words. The last one was a month ago and they everyone they prayed for healed, the queue was the longest of the whole festival, over 15 people were saved. If you think of it pray for us on your Thursday, Friday and Saturday because we are lights going into dark places.

Man, I wish I had a camera so I could show you all my life here, my room, little Tygar, the beach that I like to run on, where Simon works. But, my words will have to suffice until perhaps our wedding.

Vocab lesson #2

Here are a couple more words that I've been learning. Now, the best way to learn these are to take a risk and begin to incorporate them into your own life. Don't be scared... be brave and drop one word in here and there. Just like a fine sprinkling of salt on a dinner dish.

Australian/American

Cuppa/cup of tea
oua(this is just how it sounds to me, the spelling might be wrong)/afternoon
cruzy/easy going
carpark/parking lot
park/parking space
boot/trunk of a car
sparkie/electrician
dishie/dish-washer at a resturant
the letter z/zet
runners/tennis shoes


Dang . . . I know there is more. They are surrounding me here and then I forget.

Well, I guess Lesson two was shorter than I thought. Go ahead and take an early recess. We'll continue later.

Everything is cruzy

Nannying is good. I do enjoy the kids. Mali is three months but he is dang cute. He sleeps a lot on good days, but when he is awake I can make him laugh and giggle. He likes it when I sing. This causes a huge smile to spread across his face. Tygar is okay. He is very talkative and loves playing with a tiny dog named Sasha that lives downstairs. He says I can't be his friend because I'm an adult. And he thinks I come from a different world. Yesterday he told his nanna that I have cowboys in my world. He had asked me when I first started if there were cowboys where I lived and I thought yes, there are because in Texas and even the ranch that I worked at had cowboys. He said that he couldn't be my friend because I live in a different world. He doesn't understand this concept of America yet. This makes me laugh. I make a big deal out of him teaching me new things. The other day he taught me what eyebrows, noses, and ears were. :)

I saw a kangaroo on the side of the road tonight. It wasn't dead. It was just standing there and I was so happy that I started to laugh out loud and scream in delight. I have always wanted to see a real kangaroo and now I have. Next time I want to see it in the light, but do they come out during the day?

Simon has gotten some extra days of work because one of the girls is out of town for a month traveling. This is great because it means five steady days for him, but the down side is those days are during my days off. I have the weekends off and those are two of the days he works. We are still seeing each other but I wish it would be neverending.

I realized how in the country it is when Si and I drove up north to a city for our immigrations appointment. I forgot how strange it was to see tall sky scrapers and even stop lights. In Byron the tallest building is probably two stories and there are
only rounds abouts instead of lights. As I drive from where the Masons live to where I live it is a completely country road with one lay both ways and on either side of the road there are rolling hills with scattered trees and spread out houses. You can see the beach and lighthouse as you drive into Bryon and the coastline is like a magic marker painted line with a golden strip of coast.

Today we were supposed to go into a nearby town called Ballina. This is where we get most of our basic clothes, bath essentials and car registration. It is cheaper than Byron. Byron is one of the most expensive towns in Australia. I guess beauty has it's price. We were heading out of the neighborhood when our car staled. Yesterday I had taken it in for a tuneup and he had adjusted the idle speed. now it was too low and the car kept on turning off and actually Simon had to get out and push it while in neutral. It was a crazy adventure. Eventually we made it to the near by mechanic and we got him to change the idle speed but
this meant that we didn't have time to go to Ballina. We will have to wait until next week because that is the only time we both have off of work at the same time.

Life here is sooooooo much slower. Luckily I like it but I could see how this would drive some people nuts. You just sort of adjust. I was actually thinking about this on Saturday because every weekend and day off I'm like. . . Hum what will i do and it turns out that I always do the same thing. Read, journal, paint, and spend time with God. There isn't a whole lot of opportunities for activity. I'm liking it though and am really glad I don't live in a big city like Sydney. Everyone is really chill here. They call it cruzy.

The depth that Simon and I are going is such a confirmation that this is right. We are really growing in our communication and get along really well. We talk through areas of frustration and through theological differences and at first I had a fear that he wouldn't love me if he found out more about me but the truth is just the opposite. He is kinder, and more loving than ever. We both are getting very ready for marriage and I know that God is laying a beautiful foundation.


Hey Deb if you are reading this can you email me because I sent you an email but it was to the old address and I forget your new one. Love you and thanks for keeping up with my life. I wish we could gossip over a cuppa in your kitchen.

A New Stamp in my Passport!

Thanks for all of your prayers. This morning after working from 5:00-9:00 I walked with Mia to the bank to deposit the huge wad of cash we were borrowing. Afterwards Simon and I filled out some paper work for our intention of marriage and I took a five minute nap on the floor cushions in the waiting/meeting room at the Tribe office. After a quick stop at home to shower and get pretty we piled in our white now slightly tan van, there is a muddy road on the way to work, popped in a new CD and drove North up the Pacific Hwy. Simon had done all of the research on exits and location and we found the immigrations office with time to spare. We ate a lunch of Japanese delicacies which didn't agree with Simon's stomach and than sat in a nervous waiting room for our number of H5756 to appear on the screen and be read over the intercom. After 30 minutes our time came to enter cubicle 4 where our government man was ready to assist us. We told the skeleton story of our relationship, answered his questions correctly, and were rewarded with a new stamp in my passport which means I am legal in the country of kolas until we are married. All went really smoothly except for Si's stomach.

One mention of a miracle though. He was completely surprised that I had gotten into the country without a return ticket. This was the second time this happened as Simon got into America without a return ticket and less than 200 dollars to his name. With the government mans shock at this Simon and I both felt more confirmation that we were doing the right thing and that God has our backs.

Once again, thanks for your prayers. We know that God wants me here but the process has been a test of our trust and perspective. I wish you could see my new stamp. It is a real beaut!

Over these past two months I've been immursed into the Byron Bay culture and have been introduced to many new words.
Since some of these words will be now found in my writing I thought it would be good to teach them to you as well.

Australian /American
Nappy/Diaper
Dummy/ pacifier
lift / elevator
mossy / mosquito
togs / swimsuit
saultanas/raisins
popo / papaya
rock melon /cantalop
avo /avacado
You have a go / It's your turn
Iceblocks/popcicle
jumper/sweater
thongs/flipflops
bench/counter top
ta/thank you
footy/ football
rice bubbles/ rice crispies


Bascially they take a lot of words from the Britians. So often I have to ask people what they mean and really use context clues to understand. There are so many others so we will continue this lesson later. :)

Renewing a visa

I am going through total reconstruction. I'm needing to soak myself in the reality of God's grace and affection towards me. I'm asking God for a new revelation of his character because my old one has some areas where that are dominated with fear and performance. Basically he is taking the foundation of my identity and laying it again.

Today I opened a bank account and it was so easy and quick. I didn't have to fill out paperwork at all. I just had to present my passport, visa card and drivers license. We are opening one and having Mia put around 5,000 dollars in there because later on this week we have to drive up the coast for a couple of hours to have an interview with immigrations to see if they will extend my visa. We have to prove to them that I have about 1,000 dollars for each month I want to stay here. Since we don't have the money we are just using Mias money to make it look like this. Then after we get the visa we will put the money back into her account. Pray for us as we do this because it is just such a demanding process.

Tomorrow I work a 12 plus hour day. I awake at 5:00 and need to leave the house at 5:30 to get to Mullum by 6:00. There I'll fall asleep on the couch under layers of blankets until around 7:30 when Tygar wakes up. After breakfast and a quick play session we will pack into the van which he looks so small in and drive to daycare. I drop him off and head back to Byron to watch Mali who is 3 months and likes to sleep and has a smile that lights up his chubby face. I'll make sure to put him in his pram and take him on a walk so I can get some exercise and escape being indoors all day. At 2:00 Melissa will come home and I'll drive back to Mullum to watch Tygar for my second session which includes reading books and eating lambchops for this all he likes to eat. Well, that and sausages. We alternate from day to day. Today was lambchop day, tomorrow is sausage day. Never changes.

So, I'm off to bed because I have to tackle this mammoth of a day with energy and life. Dream land here I come.

Living in this house has been a good challenge and a good stretch. There is five other girls and two of them I get a long with really well. Because some of the connections aren't organic it has really caused me to come in the opposite spirit and to practice what I preach. I want a community that is loving and vulnerable and I've been challenged to be this even when it isn't reciprocated. This is always the biggest test isn't it? Doing what you believe when it isn't easy. Overall, this has been good. I've been enjoying swimming in the pool and the spontaneous conversations that fabricate. Also it has been nice to be so close to Simon. Time wise it is the same amount as when I was living in Bangalow but there are convenient paved paths inbetween. It is a lovely ride.

As you know Simon and I've been looking for a van and we were running short on time. This week I started working as a nanny for 41/2 year old named Tygar. He lives about 30 minutes away but it is in another town called Mullum. I need a car to get there. We bought the van on the day that I started work. We had been looking at others and non passed the registration check but this one did and it passed other tests as well. We bought it from two Germans who were here on vacation. We spent two days cleaning it and organizing the heaps of camping gear and fishing gear it came with. There is a huge bed in the back so we can go camping once we are married. I'm excited to see more of Australia and to get on the road.

Like I've said I've started working and the first day was crazy. I tried to get Tygar to eat a very small portion of peas. I reasoned that if he ate them he would get an iceblock for dessert. He didn't like the peas idea but he liked the iceblock idea. This set him off and he threw a tantrum for what seemed like the better part of an hour. He ended up falling asleep on a beanbag under the coffee table. I would have left him here but he needs to wear a nappy for bedtime and I had to wake him up and try to get him out from the table. He cussed at me and he ran out of the house. I cased him down the street and them gave him a timeout in his room. All day and into the night it was battle after battle. Luckily I won the big ones and the next day that I came he was nice to me and listened. It is difficult laying down boundaries on a child who has never had them. He doesn't understand choices because he's never had consequences.


Let me know how you are doing. I really enjoy hearing about the details of your life as well.

Togs

Well, you will be very happy to know that I bought a new swimsuit and I tested it out with Simon day at the beach. We just went for a little bit but we had so much fun body surfing. And tomorrow morning I'm waking up early for an 8:00 swim from one bay to the next. I'm doing it with Simons Aunt. She does it every Sunday morning. Since it is winter it is starting to get cooler but the water is still warm. I do wish it was a little bit warmer though. Here they call swimsuits swimmers or togs.

Things on the housing front have changed again. It turned out that the girl taking my place couldn't move in for five weeks so I'm going to live there while a guy named Fabian lives in the garage and then I'll move back after Serena moves in. I'm really glad with this situation and feel that everyone wins. Especially Fabian because his girlfriend Ruthie, who is my close friend doesn't have any money and needs a place to stay and I'm glad that he is coming back into town. Hopefully he will get a space with Simon after those five weeks. Also this way I get some time with the girls in the house and then I get to come back to the Masons.

I was supposed to babysit tonight but they called and canceled but I was away from home all day and had forgotten my phone at the church cottage. Phoebe tried ringing tons of people and even the people I was with and got ahold of non of them because we were tracking through the forest with fire torches and made a big fire at the beach. When I went to babysitting they didn't need me but I didnt' know so they paid me 20 dollars anyways. I tried to talk them out of it, but they insisted! Isn't that great? I'm getting paid for doing nothing and we had a great time on the beach. The stars are incrediblly clear. They have a constellation here called the Southern Cross and it is only in the Southern Hemisphere. You can use it to direct you towards south. They don't have the North star here however. I never knew this.

Well, I hope to connect with you all sometime.

Oh, If you could pray we need a car. Twice Si and I have taken in a van to get checked and twice the results have been fail. Since I start my jobs soon and will be living away from the Masons I need one ASAP! I'll be walking or hitching into town until we get one. We are holding out for a van but have given up on the dreams of the VW since the parts and services are rare and couldn't imagine being stranded in the bush.

Packing and Unpacking

Sunday I packed up my room and was all set on moving into a new house but I reallly didn't want to. I actually asked God for an out so I could stay with the Masons. I just really enjoy living with the Masons and they really like having me here. Being here I get to help Ree with the cooking and offer friendhsip. I am loving the behind the scene look at ministry and learn a lot from just being around. At church there was a girl who said she would move in instead of me and as I was puttting some blanket into the house Phil and Ree said Meag we were just talking and do you feel like you need to leave? Have we made you feel that way because you are really welcome to stay. And so tonight I unpacked and put clothes back into drawers and pictures back on the walls. I feel a peace about this decision and everyone is all around very happy. This way Simon and I can continue to save money because I'll just pay a low rent to them instead of the full deal of the other house.


This morning I went and helped in the soup kitchen that the Tribe runs. We made a chicken curry. I cubed the chicken, pealed onions, and snapped beans then served it to people in a nearby park. There is something really satisfying about being able to meet someones physical need of hunger. People are so grateful.


After soupie I went on a beautiful long walk today with my friend Ruthie. It is the lighthouse walk that passes by two surfing beaches and overlooks all of Byron. You might have seen the lighthouse in pictures of Byron. At a look out we saw a shark swimming in the waters below. It was huge and was just sailing along. There might have been two but we couldn't tell.


Tomorrow we are going to take a van in to get what they call a Regro check. If it passes we will buy it. Our dreams are answered in this bring blue VW van. It has a new engine but it needs some TLC on the inside. We are looking forward to working on it together.


Well, this update is going to be shorter than normal, which you are probably grateful for. I have a really hard time being concise.

Making positive progress

The Masons were out of town for two weeks and the home was so quite and lonely, now that the Masons are back my life is really active. Each day I go into Byron with them and help them in the office. I like being there because all day people come in and out. People are always so full of joy and life that it is a really healthy environment to be in. Sometimes there is no work so I lay on the cushions and read a good book. I just finished The Great Gatsby by Fitzgerald. Simon has a continual book list for me and I have like six books waiting on the docket right now. I just started one called Affluenza about when too much is never enough.

I went in the Indian ocean yesterday before church. The two younger Masons Toby and Phoebe and I packed the surf board and boogie board into the back of the wagon and set off to enjoy the sunny, hot day. The beach was crowded with buff bodies decked in skimpy bikinis and tans. I have to admit I felt like a old prude woman in my one piece Nike race suit. I really had to build up my courage to get into the water because with each person that walks by there are fifty pairs of hungry eyes following them. I don't like this and I almost didn't go in. I'm not ashamed of my body but I just felt pressure to be hip by wearing a bikini which I've never liked. However, I did go in and I even spent some time on a board! It felt great to be out there in the waves and float so carelessly on the board. I've not done this since I was very young. I am looking forward to learning and expect to become fluid eventually. One of the girls I'm going to be living with is a surf instructor. She was talking about getting a group together on Sunday mornings.

I'm currently living in the Masons garage. I love my private space here and have gotten to dig into my chest and bust out all of my belongings. It is wonderful that everything I own can fit into one small room. But, I'll only be here for two more weeks because on Saturday my friend Christy picked me up and we caravaned with another car to a nearby neighborhood. Me and the four other girls were going to check a rental house that just became available and because of Christy's connections we got the inside scoop before it went onto the market. The owners showed us around the three story mansion ducking us in and out of rooms. Some of the great features of this house is it comes complete with a beautiful pool extending from the side of the second story. I'm excited to use this to work out in. The opposite side of that story has a veggie garden freshly manured! After a while of touring we decided that we would love to rent it and told them we were committed. Since it was through friends we don't have to apply or have the normal 100 point system that it takes to get a place here. The location is close to the main part of Byron and I can easily ride my bike there on the convenient bike trails. It is also only a couple of minutes away from the beach. You can't see the beach but we can hear it.

Also on Saturday night we celebrated my birthday with the family. We picked up Simon, Pete and his girlfriend Phoebe. Bev who is like part of the family came as well. There was a delicious banquet of Thai complete with Pad Thai and Lamb with Peanut sauce. I was really touched by their card that wholehearted welcome me into the family and encouraged me that I was a true gem suiting my name.

Simon worked today at the bookstore. It isn't a very nice book store aesthetically but I guess the owner is really helpful and he has been relying on Simon for a lot of wisdom is what books to order and stock. I think that Simon could easily become manager of this job since he is so well read. He will start Uni around August when the new term begins. He is looking forward to this and will most likely continue to work while he does. Here he actually gets paid to go to school. He will get 200 dollars every two weeks. Crazy, but cool for us!

I called a person about a nanny job today that was advertised in the newspaper. All I know is that it is for a 4 1/2 year old and it will start in Mid May and end in July which will be good for now. She is going to call me tomorrow morning but I have such good qualifications that it is very rare that it won't work out.

We are thinking about flying down to Sydney to buy a car. There are just no reasonable cars here. Byron truly is in the country. Did you know they don't even have stop lights? I didn't realize that until yesterday. It is very country and I love it. But, this means if you want to shop for anything reasonable you need to travel like 45 minutes away. There is a VW van we have our eyes on and I actually need to get Simon to call them since it is long distance.

Kiss someone we both love hello for me.

Love you heaps!
Meag

Every day's an adventure!

I've started to pick up on a slight Australian accent and would be greeting you with the question "How is it doing?" They ask that instead of "How's it going?" and also ending a lot of sentences with the word hey and looping the end so everything is said in a manner that seems to be hanging in the air dancing above our heads, unsettled. There are tons of little differences like that. For instance on the stove top the dial for heat is opposite. The high is to the left instead of the to right and they have all sort of different names for things. Here a comforter or blanket is called a duna. Right now I can't think of any others but they attack me sporatically all day long.

Today was the first day without rain since we arrived a little over a week ago. The Mason family jokes that it is because this huge Blues Festival is over and finished, now the sun can come back out. I guess it has rained for 88 years straight during Easter here. That is always when they have the Blues Fest and it leaves hundreds devoted groupies caked in mud and looking as happy as a soaking wet cat.

Sometimes I really look forward to rainy days because I feel that it gives me permission to kick up my feet, dig into the couch cushions and dive into the dream world of a good book. When it is sunny I feel beckoned to come and play and engage in the welcoming weather.

I'm just about to finish my busiest day yet. I helped the Mason clan get ready for their departure to Tasmania by hanging up laundry, donating a random suitcase, and in general staying away from the mad bustle of a rush. Simon and I walked the five minutes into Banglow downtown to meet up with some of his old college mates, twins actually, who were in town because of the Blues Festival. It was a brief catchup before we had to return home for lunch with a married couple called Liz and Hans. They brought over sandwich makings and to end our time together we played two rounds of this fantastically fun game called Killer Bunnies. Then they took Simon off to his new temporary home of a friends garage while he continues the search for a more permanent home. I didn't have enough time to get too sad before Bev came home to make dinner of buttered chicken, which is like a curry sauce and totally inappropriately unsuited for the name. We had a wonderful conversation while balancing our chopsticks. It was quite a change after having a flamboyant dinner table where the conversation is juggled and bouncing unpredictably to one where the conversation is direct and uninterrupted. It is nice to not have had to move to another house but to be able to stay here while the Masons are away, but it is a little stretching having to get used to a new persons habits and rituals while I was just adjusting to the Masons. I will be glad when Simon and I settle down for a more routine life.

Today something exciting yet devastating happened. I have been using my electronic toothbrush and it needed to be recharged. I plugged it into my adapter and saw the little green light blinking informing me it was getting power. After breakfast of bao and dumplings that Phoebe brings home from work I went to check my email and noticed something wasn't quite right with the toothbrush. I went to turn it around to see what was happening and it popped and sparked making me scream. The whole family came running to see what was wrong. Then the charger began to smoke like crazy and sizzle menacing. Someone unplugged it and it began to fill the room with a metallic stench and smoke. It definitely had met its end. We opened wide the widow, blasted the fan and shut the door to let the smoke escape. The reason this happened was that I had forgotten there was a difference in voltage. While I had used my adapter I forgot to use the converter! So, goodbye Sonicare. I'm very sad about this because it has keep me faithfully cavity free. There is always some drama here.

At first I was feeling really welcomed by the people here and then I began to get really overwhelmed with it all. There are a lot of adjustments big and small that I've had to do. One is being part of a big family. Everyone is demanding attention here and it makes me want to shrink back and become one with the wall paper. Everyone is really looking forward to getting to know me better and I'm excited to have some one on ones with people because I tend to be overwhelmed with small group functions where the only person I know is Simon and I want to cling to him like glad wrap to a bowl. One thing I'm finding is that Maria and Phil are so busy, often all three of the kids here will be trying to talk to them at the same time and figure out their mini dramas. It makes a flexible attitude and outlook absolutely key to survival.

We made another big decision. We were looking at possibilities for me to live. Simon thought it would be good for me to get into one of the girls homes since no official opening in a home has developed. I want to spend time with the girls in the church and get to know them but I'm not too keen on spending time on a random couch in a house full of strangers. Nice strangers, but still strangers. I feel it is really important for me to have my own space where I can retreat to if needed. Maria agreed and so we set it up for me to stay here in their home while they are on vacation and further extended if I need to. This was a relief to me at the moment. Si moved into Brads garage today. I am looking forward to the separation but I was really sad saying goodbye to him. I cried as we parted. Since we have spent 5 and half months together every day with only a 2 and a half week break in the beginning this will be an adjustment for me.

Here are some more pictures from our engagement party. Tommy my step father sent these to us. I think they turned out really well. I hope you enjoy! Well. . . unfortunately Simon isn't the most photogenic. I love him heaps anyways. And I get to look at the real deal not some captured moment.

Pemba is a stunning place. These pictures are taken from the local beach located right outside the Iris gates. Since didn't often have running water and had to collect it from the lower well I often would take my daily dip into the Indian Ocean for a cleaning off and refreshing cool down.

My house shared a compound with over 100 orphans. Each of these children have an amazing story of being saved and redeemed by Heidi Baker. Many were dying in the dumps of Maputu and were taken to live with the Bakers where they could get three meals a day and all of the love they needed for a healthy life. Many of the children where really rough when they first came. They would bite, kick, and run way from the home. Numerous times Heidi got scabies from holding these children who would hit her in return. She would just run and chase them and love on them until they were healed.

This is the women preparing either lunch or dinner. We would have a meal called matapa and it was like a spinach. They would sit stool that were close to the ground and would shave tons of coconut skin to flavor it. It was served on a heaping pile of rice. After breakfast was served immediately the preparation for lunch began. We would be eating breakfast to the thumping of millet. They worked very hard to feed the 130 students, the 100 pastors, and the 100 orphans. Needless to say this job was all consuming.

This is Alberto. He was one of my favorite children at the children's home. I was drawn to his quiet personality. Our joke was calling each other pastors. I'm not actually sure why he thought this was so funny but it made him laugh which in turn made me laugh. I called him my professor since he taught me some Portuguese and this is how we first became friends. In this picture he has a car that he had made with left over rubbish. There were multitudes of other things he had made as well. As gifts I would give him empty vitamin bottles as building material. He would come and sit by me during teaching and my favorite times where when he would fall asleep leaning on my lap. I didn't even mind the drool that would cover my skirts afterwards because of the trust he was putting in me.

Good day Mate!

The plane began to descend. It was our last couple of minutes of our 25 hours of transit. My eyes were filled with images of towering leafy trees, rolling meadow sides, and white crashing waves upon a welcoming shore. I was enjoying the view when a startling realization hit me. This was my life!

I had been sharing my story of meeting my future husband at a mission school in Mozambique Africa and how we had made plans to move to his home of Byron Bay. The story was a great romance and captured the heart of the listeners. It had beautiful tiny details of adventures traveling through foreign countries and falling in love with the backdrop of swaying palm trees and opportunities to love the dirty, rugged orphan. The only problem was I was telling it as a narrator to someone elses life.

The startling realization struck me as I was the one in the airplane descending into new community who spoke with a funky accent. This was a permanent move and I was going to be living with my new family of blond haired and blue eyes beauty.
Hold on here. . . I'm not the narrator, I'm the main character in this novel.

I began to cry and all of the grieving of leaving my parents, of not living a block away from Abby and Tim, of having a different local market than Metropolitan market became a fierce reality.

I began to recall the confirmation of peace that ruled my heart concerning this decision. This helped. I began to remember all the prayer from many people that went into the making of this decision. This helped. I began to remember that I was moving to Africa anyways and had decided to leave the lush Northwest for good. This helped.

By the time we had landed I was back in control and had the mindset of an adventurer who had exited one season of being a single in her mid twenties living in Tacoma and equipping the Sparkle Diamonds for a life time of learning. And the adventurer who was entering into another season of being a hippy engaged to a bookoholic living in Byron Bay and equipping the New agers for a life time of Jesus.

I'm really excited to be here and have already been learning so much about myself and trying to tape into what God is doing in the deep down places of my heart.
I'll keep you updated on where this adventurer embarks next.

Party time!

Thanks for all of you who came to our engagement party last Saturday. We felt very loved by all of the faces that made time in their packed schedules to met Simon, celebrate our engagement and kiss us goodbye again.








We spent the day decorating the house with fresh flowers, rearranging furniture, and handdrawing a timeline of our relationship. Dick and Dee were the first to arrive and it was nice getting to sit down for a bit before the mad rush began.

One thing that I don't like about hosting parties like this is that all of the conversations are interupted by an empty platter, or a new guest arriving. I constantly felt like I couldn't settle down for a meaningful conversations. Parties like this remind me of school openhouses where everyone wants to talk with the teacher all at the same time.

Overall the night was a big sucess and actually a miracle. My whole family made the two and a half hour drive up from Portland.My sister flew in from San Francisco. I was a little anxious about having my divorced family all together in one small room. We prayed for my mom to feel comfortable and that she would be able to be herself and that my dads would be able to interact. Well, it was so great because all of our prayers were answered. My dad and Tommy spent most of the night together talking, laughing and teasing Simon. After talking to both of them the next day they both said that they had a great time and enjoyed eachother company. Tommy said they have a lot in common. My mom found her space in the kitchen helping Abby clean and refilling the food platters. She also spent some time relaxing and mingling with my
friends.

I was also really pleased to see how well my family was getting along with Simon. He got to spend more time talking with them than I did. And he is offically accepted because they teased him relentlessly.

Once again, thanks for coming and thanks for supporting and loving us.
Cheers until the next time we meet!

Nights that make it all worth it

All day I was looking forward to hanging out with some of the coolest people I know in Tacoma. Around 6:20 Simon and I bundled up and and walked over to the artistic haven of the Llewellyns. A couple seconds into the door Deb announced they were starving and dinner was ready. We sat down to a table which breathed artistic inspiration into me with each place setting a different color bowl and unique shape, with candles acting like a table runner down the table and crusty cheesy bread to dip into our steaming soup.

Simon and I have told our story a couple of times a day for the past month and half. After a great lunch with friends were I retold our story like a stoic, passionless, salesman we agreed that Simon would get to do it the next time. Even your favorite Sinfield episode if seen 100's of times get old after awhile. But, tonight we enjoyed our time sharing. Instead of draining us we interrupted each other adding in missing details, we laughed and we were smiling when it was over. What a difference!

After dinner was done I saw Simon creaking his neck into the direction of the family room that houses a couple of towering book shelves. He and Tom walked through the house talking about quotes, authors and rare editions. Tom was the perfect guy to encourage Simon in his writing and one of his favorite passions, books.

For four hours I didn't move from my cushioned window seat. I got to fill Deb in on all of the scoop of who we had seen over coffee, lunch, and walks. We ended the night by looking at the Beautiful Angle posters Tom and Lance collaborate on. This was one of my favorite parts being caught in a swirl of artistic expression and hearing Simon exclaim that he wanted to do this in Byron Bay.

Walking home Simon said that he felt sane again. I agreed.Just being with them in their house makes me want to run home and do art. What a great feeling. Unfortunately we can't take the Llewellyns home with us to Australia but this interaction makes me long for the artistic, hippy community even more.




One of my favorite posters by Beautiful Angle called Hole.

Snow Shoeing

While in Tacoma Simon and I have been staying with Tim and Abby Isaacson and it has been really great to have a home base. We can let our suitcases explode without worrying about them being in anyones way. It has really warmed my heart to see Simon connecting with some of my best friends. I'm going to miss picking our next Nextflick order, debriefing about our days over delicious home cooking, and being comfortable enough to make fun of each others idiosyncrasies.



This past weekend it was around noon when we finally had the car loaded with our snow gear. We spent the morning gathering mixmatched waterproof wear. Simon looked ridiculous with black water resistant slip pants bunched over his jeans. Since Simon is used to the dry bush environment it was his one desire to tromp through snow.



Our two mile snow walk stretched into hours as we had a lot of intermissions for a snowball snacking your back or freezing chills as it slided down your jacket. The snow had this magical effect on us turning us from 20 somethings to elementary children. It was great. And for once I felt I had an equal advantage when defending myself because with help from the snow shoes with one push I could send Simon tumbling.



We had a great time as we ended our day in a pub to celebrate St. Patrick's day over chips and pints of amber beer. Our time here is quickly coming to an end and when the 26th rolls around it will be a teary goodbye to loving friends and snowy, wet adventures.