Amazed & Confused

The VonTrundle Family singers...

It's a funny thing to be reminded that the brother you fondly think of as an adroable little boy is actually a man. Even stranger to realise that his growth reflects our own, I am no longer the enthusiastic teenager I was when I tread the boards he broached last night...

Spring in my step...

This morning as I walked through town, underestimating the amount of extra time it takes to walk in heals, I smiled noticing the difference in the weather. Chi has that Spring time hum in the air that inspires kindness in adults and laughter in Children...

Snuggled up trying to get warm...

Today Charlotte and Ruthy are mostly laughing at me wearing everything but my long coat to stay warm in the office. For some reason they're boiling hot, stripped down to t-shirts and I'm freezing cold, wrapped in my wooly jumper, hat and scarf. Probably just my cold having fun with my temperature guage...

A blood transfusion with Jesus

This morning was like an intense download of Jesus words. The last few weeks Charlotte and I have fallen behind on our Transit Bible reading. Through the two hour journey to Reading in Charlotte’s faithful Rover, I read aloud from the gospels of Luke, Mark and Matthew. The words of Jesus in an intensive blast…

We're going to the Zoo, Zoo, Zoo...

Yesterday was full of silling dancing, funny photos and bizarre singing attractions! Charlotte, Matt, Steve and I had taken the day off work and ran away to Drusilla's Zoo to make faces at the monkeys, laugh at the Gibbons and stick our heads up a Giraffe's backside...

What's in a name?

I am freaking out! I just had my first,"Oh my goodness my name is going to change!" moment. I've been chatting to Brian Heasly about the release of a book I helped him edit called Writing on the Wall. The book will be published in the autumn and Brian wanted to check what name should go on the cover. Then it hit me. I won't be Carla Trundle, I'll Carla Harding! Who on earth is Carla Harding!?!

Cost

I've just had lunch with a guy who's living the most incredible story. When I began to make polite small talk I had no idea who he was. As he started to share his story and a little of what his life is like I was gobsmacked. It's a familiar story but listening to a 17 year old tell you that this is his life brings a whole new level of understanding and apreciation...

Party like it’s 1999

In Chichester of Yesteryear on a weekday night you could walk into the pub of the moment and be guaranteed to find a cluster of Revs guys out for the night, the life and soul of the party. Throughout the years this trend has diminished, lifestyles have become less flexible and tastes have diverged...

Dream on...

The last few days my mind has been preoccupied by what the future might hold. I'm normally an imediate person who looks no more than a few years ahead but with the mixture of getting married and dreaming with Charlotte it's been a lot of fun to think what the future could look like! Country houses full of friends, recording studios and new communities... I may even return to teaching dance soon. If I can get the courage to try again. xc

The brevity of life

There's nothing more sorrowful or shocking as a life ended too soon. Nothing that makes you examine your own mortality or inspire a deeper apreciation for the time we're given and the people we share it with. Friday brought some very sad news. News that has made me realise I have a lot to be grateful for...

Passion

The last two days have been pretty intense. I'm sitting on the mezzanaine in the Reading Boiler Room snatching a shell-shocked half hour of silence. It's one of those times when you don't want to say anything, there are no words to fit this place...

Eagle

This morning held a few of those rare moments you savour in the bluster of life. Samie gave me the morning off our Tranist training block to rest and clear my head, so bundled up in Charlotte's overgrown parker I meandered down to the river behind the Reading Boiler Room to stop and look at the world...

Intertextual Overload

It's funny how tiredness can take you on strange mental tangents that open up new mysteries of the Universe for your sluggish and slightly demented mind to explore. My latest rabbit trail was provided curtusy of JJ Abrams...

Funk

I wish I could understand my body a little better and then I could positively respond to the twists and turns it presents me. I've been feeling really weary and tired, low and quite sad for a few weeks now. I'm sure it's a combination of things (sleep, stress, cold, medication, etc.) that's doing it and each thing I'm addressing in turn but it doesn't really change the fact that I spend most of the day feeling fuggish, like my heads experiencing a higher atmospheric pressure to the rest of the room. :( xc

Alias

I have a new addiction! She's about 5,9, brown hair, chocolate eyes and has several gorgeous men adoring her from afar. Her name is Syndey Bristow and she's everything I wish I could be. I don't know what it is about espionage but I've always been attracted to the skill, danger and adventure of it...