when i am having a bad day, i put a ribbon in my hair. it kind of helps sometimes.
more importantly though, i just spent a week in the cook islands. time is different there.
slower.
people literally pad about and drag their feet.
and it's so great.
because patience becomes second nature in a way, because you have no choice.
and it meant that my holiday really was a holiday.
seven days in rarotonga was adequate redress for the busy i plunge myself into.
and i guess it's not bad to be immersed in busy, as long as you can catch your breath for long enough to remember important things.
(remember jesus christ, raised from the dead, descended from david.
this is my gospel.)
but we went to church whilst we were there. the service lasted two hours. there were cook islanders from four different villages and they took turns singing hymns in cook island maori.
i'm a sucker for melodies. and even more of a sucker for harmonies. so i was a sucker that sunday as they all sang praises to God. and surrounded by more-than-five-part-harmonies, i considered what a beautiful raucous there will be when every knee bows and every tongue confesses.
and i know that, at least for a little while, the sound of their voices and that contemplation will be enough remedy when homesick sets in.
