I want to own an Orange Grove.

My Father's pride and joy is his garden. He owns many many many fruit trees. One of my favourite's is the orange tree. I was craving orange juice when i remembered we own an orange tree (two actually). So i went outside, walked down the small lane way outlined with pretty little daisy's and picked a few oranges. I had never seen so many on one tree and all so beautiful and ripe. I wonder what life would be like if all i had to do was pick oranges.... I imagine it would be so much more simple. I think life would be bliss if i could walk through columns and columns of orange tree's every single day, writing and singing and pondering. Watching the scenery around me and not having a care in the world. I feel a song coming on.

Peace and love.

When you smile I smile.

When life gives you a hundred reasons to cry, show life that you have a thousand reasons to smile.

I guess what I’m trying to say is that you are there - in everything I am, in everything I’ve ever done - and looking back, I know that I should have told you how much you’ve always meant to me. 

 

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Bad everything be gone.

Things to do when your head wants to explode or you want to cry: 

- Write a song

- Talk to Jesus

- Read the written word and journal

- Listen to Justin Beiber and maybe pay him out (If your feeling nice)

- Get a pop top and squirt water at something/someone

- Listen to some cool tunes

- Think back to the old days

- Go for a walk in a green place

- Make a pointless video about pointless things

- Observe the world

- Do some homework that maybe needs to be done one day

- Vent like an air conditioner..... Maybe to a ranga or you friend dizzals (??)

- Crack a joke about your face/ your cousins face

- Get your best to buy you a coke instead of petrol money (That is never asked for anyway because if your going to the place they are anyway.... there's no point and if you do it's called a RIP OFF)

- Chase your dog

- Talk to someone who can actually understand you when you don't make sense. It's ok not to make sense

- Use your sisters perfume and think of how much you really love her

- Watch a scary movie by yourself or a fun musical that you can dance and sing to

- Force yourself to laugh for no reason

- Paint your toenails various colour's just cause you can and then go walking in winter... in thongs to show your good work

These are just some of the things that help my head to stay on my shoulders when I'm not feeling Becc-Like. Happiness comes from many things, i think you can even find happiness in everything if you let yourself. Like when someone is struggling or sick it makes you feel sad, but then they crack the slightest cheesy grin and you can't help but smile or they let out the loudest burp and yell "I WIN" you just want to hug them.... (well i do ha).It's ok to be upset but sometimes it's easier to be happy. If you'll excuse me now. I am going to walk around my backyard. My Father is proud of all the work he has put into it. So i might go and appreciate it.

Your love it's so pretty.

Sometimes your love it's so pretty 

I just want to sink in

Sometimes your heart it's so pretty 

I just want to live there

Valium by Lisa Mitchell is breathtaking. She says exactly what i am thinking.

Today will always be today.

Today was different and i will never forget it, it was a day that was very unfamiliar and scary. Something happened that made me realize some things. I figured something out.... that's that it is just life. It can be put as simply as that. All these trials and tribulations..... It's just life, it's never ending and i guess one of our jobs is to test ourselves, to be strong, to go out of our way for the needs of others or to stand up and say something when we are never heard but want to be. Today reminded me that I believe in something greater than this world itself, greater than any problem or situation that could ever face me,  i believe in passion and never giving up (unless its year 12 chemistry :P). My dear Father showed me that today, all of these beliefs are worth it and all are real. He was pushed to his limits, and so was i. Wasting time gets you absolutely no where, like... NO WHERE at all, apart from back where you started. If there is one thing i will remember from this day.... It is simple. Just love.

(Ignore the writing on the picture.)

Pondering.

 

 

I do not agree with this. I have said goodbye but not forgotten.

 

I would like a music room in my future house. If i may... it would look like this packed with more instruments of course. Its very beautiful and looks warm. A girl must dream.

Laugh Out Loud

Yes this is sad. BUT. Tonight. At midnight. Myself and my bests are off to see ECLIPSE. at exactly 12.01am. Im excited. Its not that lame.... er story.

 

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Intertwined.

I heard a story just the other day. It was beautiful. A person, they walked in the light and were tangled in the darkness. So they decided to tangle them selves in the light. And the darkness had NO chance.

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"Experience: The most brutal teacher. But you learn, my God do you learn"

C.S Lewis

Pure brilliance!

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Above all else guard your heart, for it is the wellspring of life.

—Proverbs 4:23

Everyone experiences pain. But everyones the same. Maybe not the same kind of pain but you know.... its pain all the same.

Ode to Year "stupid" 12

I am an indecisive person. And a bad speller. But i cannot decide whether or not to keep a blog and what to keep it on. yez. Issues.

Anywho.

Year 12 is prooving challenging. I walked into this challenge telling myself i will stay on top of my work, i will study like nuts for each of my tests.... well. I screwed that up. I'm blogging. Haaa....

See when walking into a "challenge" as such, we go in with this mighty motivation and confidence and hope... we come out with regret and "I could have done better...". Well... A friend of mine changed my attitude. I was wingeing about the work load and exams and i was ready to give up... i had no motivation...

So i was told to ponder life. So I pondered life and i looked into the near future. For my uni degree... (Music) I dont need a TER. I don;t need a fabulous grade... but for some reason... something inside of me clicked. I only do year 12 once (hopefully), well with these people anyway and why should i waste that? Why should i let everyone down by NOT trying? And what if i decide i want to be a doctor? (unlikely) but if i waste this year i wont be able to change my mind. Yes its hard. No doubt it will get harder... But i walked into this year so excited, so READY... that dwindled quickly but NOW.... well now i have made my mind up. I'm going to walk out of this year excited and i'm going to know that i have done my best. Which is good enough for me.

Becc's list of things to keep you motivated for year 12.
- Lovley friend faces (These help when you want to punch something or stab your teacher.)
- Class clowns (These help distract you from your actual work but give you comic releif when stress levels hit max)
- Places to RELEASE (often stress overwhelms you.. I often sit outside and breathe some freash air... well as much as you can in Mawson lakes)
- Have support (I have lovely people that support me and slap me when i want to give up or tell me how stupid and "drama queen" like i am being)
- Music (Enough said)
- Teachers that are funny (This helps)
- A near by store (so there is endless caffeine)- probably not the best advice
- Picture books (To remember what it was like NOT to have to think)
- Ranga's (They seem to brighten the day and make life all that bit more amazing)
- Water bottle (used for hydration and weapon if needed)

Bye for now. Try your best and be MOTIVATED.

Juliet.

Tonight i saw a movie with one of my best friends. First movie in a long long long long time. It was called "Letter's to Juliet". Based on something a rather to do with Juliet...  Anywho... It was purely amazing. Yes it was a soppy film, i cried and laughed the whole way through. But it was such a beatiful story and thats what made it so dang good. The story behind the movie wasn't pointless, wasn't shallow and wasn't boring. It was inspiring and magical and everything amazing you could ever think of. Happy tears and tears of sadness poured down my face while Emma Kluge giggled her way through the movie (and sobbed). My favourite quote: "Let's hit the sack........." awkward silence. You wont understand unless you see the movie..... Its so great lol

The movie inspired me to write more (usually movies have no lasting effect or really push me to do anything). This was special. We really don't appriciate love, in what ever form it may be. Love is splendid, it is wonderful and it is worth it. Its hard sometims but in the end, its love and true love (whatever that may be) cannot be shattered. It is never too late.

Hint: go see it! I miss my girly night outs... just driving around till we find something to do. I am truley thankful for my friends. They are brilliant.

The best love story ever told is your own :)

Have a lovley night.

Fathers Farm Photography.

I can't wait to go back :)

Something worth my while.

Long time not write. Hi. 

Well, my weekend was eventful. On Friday evening i ventured to our common venturing place... Yorketown. To visit my lovely relies on their farm. We often go there to relax and enjoy the smell of country air, to kill the car by driving slightly recklessly, to get caught in the rain on the beach or just generally to observe some nice scenery. The only difference this time was that i had to study which was ok because it is peaceful and a tad tempting to do something better than study, with my little time. Besides that though it was brilliant.

Myself, my sister and her friend drove to the beach and saw the most beautiful sunset over the water... the horizen was never ending. I didnt realise how much i missed standing on the cliff top, out-stretching my arms and feeling the chill in the air on my face... then opening my eyes and seeing this beautiful sight, this huge display in front of me, pure excellence. This was  followed by great partying on behalf of the Preuss family...

I then went outside to find a drinkbottle, and something stopped me. It was this glowing that came from the sky. Now in the city you can see like 7 stars.... When your in the country its a different story. There is no black sky left... its filled with stars, i swear it turns to a white and silver glimmering sky. The stars brighten your path, you look up and you can see the milkey way, the southern cross, clearer than EVER. And one of my favs is the saucepan.... it has a longer handle in the country. The sky always tends to make me want to sing, so thats what i did. On the back of the ute, staring at the sky i sung.

The point of my babble is. That we really dont realise how lucky we are to have the country night sky just around the corner. Yes it may be a 5 hour drive but its not that far when you put it in perspective. Dont be so lazy and take a roadtrip. I will miss the farm untill i return as i always do. I love the sky, it brightens everything. I could write 78762387 essays on how prettyful it is. Another amazing things was that i actually witnessed the sunrise....  at 5am something i've forgotten about for a very long time.

Im not usually a morning person, i am nocturnal... not really thats a lie, but im usually a late night sort of woman. I have decided i will be a morning person. Because watching the sunrise over the farm was incredibly breath taking, you dont see things like that when you sleep in till noon. the shadows it created on the shearing shed wall, the reflection of the rays as it showed over the field was just STUNNING.  It was just beautiful. It was actually picture perfect... (I took a photo, i havent put it up sorry :) ) and it made me think of how much detail went into making this brilliant world. Every sunrise was planned from the beginning. what colours it would include, what time it would arise.... Sigh, its just lovely. This fact leaves me slightly speechless. The sheep were grazing in the green field, the tree's were black against the amazing orange, yellow, pink and red sky... and then the sun rose. And i knew that my day had started :)

SO advice for today.... wake up early, its so worth it. (But only if you've had an early night :P)

Peace out xx


I'll leave you now with some beautiful farm (Yorketown) pictures taken by my own Father.

What's your story?

Lately I have noticed that my life has been about other peoples stories.

We are living our stories.

This is such a cool thing. While it can be draining, one of the greatest things is listening to someone who has a story to tell, one from their heart that they have been saving to tell the right person.

Everyone has a story and everyones story relates to someone elses story which then helps another persons story. Its like a cycle. A story cycle even. So many people bottle things up- I'm even guilty of that. Keep things inside of them that only tear them apart. But to be honest, that only hurts more... In the long run, you won't be any happier so why cause yourself that pain

I have a friend.Lets call her Lisa for privacy. Now Lisa was a very close friend of mine. We shared our problems. But she had been bottling something up for a while. Now i've known many people who have self-harmed because times got tough... Lisa was different, you wouldnt guess she would ever. On the surface she was happy, energetic and loving life whole heartedly. But on the inside she was broken, so broken. And only those close to her could see this. One day i asked what her story was. She told me. Now it took a while but once everything was off of her chest, she felt releif as someone now knew her story and she knew somebody else cared. She was and is so strong, i admire that so much. But her telling her story to others, helped her uncover things about herself she didnt even know. Telling her story saved her life.This friend of mine taught me to love life, she taught me to want to love better of others, she helped me to want to hear other peoples stories. She was my bestfriend. No i don't see her anymore. I miss her greatly but i am so thankful she was in my life, she taught me to want to tell my story. Because stories help people.

We all have a history, we all have something to say but so many things stop us- like other people, or fear. But don't be afraid to share your story with someone else, ears were made for listening weren't they? We ALL have a story. It may be happy, sad or both. It could be a tale of triumph or faith. They are all stories that deserve to be told. I think that's beautiful.

I should be asleep. Take care.

Unresolved.

 So I'm sitting in front of our warm woodfire in my cosy lounge room and I'm contemplating life. Something said this evening by a beautiful role model of mine reminded me of something i have completly forgotten about, something that challenged my already challenged brain.

Take note...

"I never liked jazz music because jazz music doesnt resolve. But i was outside the Bagdad theatre in Portland one night when i saw a man playing the saxaphone. I stood there for fifteen minutes, and he never opened his eyes. After that i liked jazz music. Sometimes you have to watch somebody love something before you can love it yourself. It is as if they are showing you the way. I used to not like God because God didn't resolve. But that was before all of this happened. "

People this is the author's notes from the best book i've ever read... "Blue like jazz" By Donald Millar. It is brilliant. Think about this passage. Then act on it. Changed my life. Go and watch somebody love something? sometimes thats all it takes. : )
Enjoy your night.

Peace and love, Becc xx

You matter.

"To write love on her arms" http://www.twloha.com/index.php has it covered. Sorry this is a quick entry. But I know people who are lost, scared, insecure, sad and frightened. I know people who feel unloved and feel as if they just don't fit. I read this and was mighty touched. Please read, its a good read. It gives me hope.

P.s. And remember that you are loved.

http://www.twloha.com/blog/you-matter-very-much

Mistified momentarily

So i'm having a writers block. I am in the process of writing a few more songs. See i have so many ideas and themes that i just dont know which to start with. So i have made a list of the process i will undertake...

1. Get a coffee, maybe two (REAL coffee, not the crap instant stuff we currently have).

2. Fill my room with flowers and happy thoughts.

3. Get the guitar, sit at the piano....

4. Get the paper i previously forgot to get and maybe a pencil. 

5. And maybe just strum awhile.

I have re-taught myself some guitar. Well, a few chords anyway. I'm finding the rhythm more exciting to work with rather than just the same old piano stuff. I want to be different. I want to experiment with melodies and harmonies, I want to be able to write my heart, out on paper, in the form of notes on a stave filled with interpritation and passion... updated you will be... you'll see. 

My sweet escape...

So as most of you know... I'm studying, in year 12. It started ok. Now its just stressful. I mean 9 assignments at once? Not only is this injust, its silly. As only 5 are summative.... but the others "STILL COUNT" Oh it makes me laugh. 

What makes me smile while thinking of year 12 is the feeling of accomplishment i'll hopefully have when i'm done. The feeling of freedom and releif. The feeling of "now i can sleep". While yes, i'll go to uni and study, i will miss my friends, i will miss haveing something to do 24/7... Life after this year excites me. I see new doors opening each day. And i see the real world. I see change. And i like it.

So currently, i'm not wealthy, i dont need a lot of money, i don't have a job, i get by. But one day i will save up and i will travel to this beautiful place, called Ireland. Mum has ancestors there... plus, its GREEN!!!!! I love green, its also great for walking around in random fields with a guitar on your back and humming sweet melodys to the exquised flowers I'll see on my way. It is a goal, before my time is up, to visit this place of enchantment.

Leaves look almost beautiful when they're about to die.

Leaves look almost beatiful when they're about to die. Oh sooo true.

Well hello.

Long time NO speak.

I was observing Autumn the other day. And as i was walking through my garden.... i smiled as i saw dead leaves... shades of orange and brown fall from trees having stood a while before hand. And i noticed something, that while seasons change, the most beautiful thing, that YES made my day, was a dead leaf. We dont appriciate anything these days, no i won't ramble for hours. But Autumn leaves are one of my favourite things, i could watch them for hours on end, its amazing. The small things make my life better, they make me smile and they give me hope. So a fact. A lifeless leaf, brings out the best in me.

This also brought me to Regina's amazing song "Time is all around" She's so brilliant. Its her lyrics this blog is named after....

"Leaves look almost beautiful,
when they're about to die
When they're about to fall from tree's
when they're about to dry... UP."

Regina Spektor is my hero. i want to meet her, and sing with her and discuss dead leaves. Because they are beautiful!

Enjoy the seasons, go observe a tree.