Glass ball of joy

The weekend brought a number of surprises, last weekend was planned to be chock full of goodness and both of those on top of my new job mean that I have been a BAD BLOGGER. I really haven't had anything much that interesting to say for a while.

Trust me, stuffs going on, and not just personally.I

am completely bent out of shape over the new cross media ownership laws, I am just about to slip into insulin shock from being inundated with images of this seasons moppet – Bindy Irwin, I am hawkishly watching the medias feeding frenzy of Jonestown and I am completely enraptured by my new ipod and phone – the last ones having died in a freak accident that did not, in any way, involve a racing car or a sting ray.

But tonight as a quicky I am going to tell you about a gift I was given over the weekend.

My weekends surprise visitor saw my sadly broken snow globe the last time he was here. I have not thrown it out because it still means a great deal to me, both for the memories it carries and because it represent a city I adore, full of people I love.

It's a symbol, and while I dont believe that the universe is planning anything, I do recognise that symbols are important. They give focus to our dreams and aspirations.

So this someone arrived out of the blue on Saturday, completely making my weekend – and in-spite of the fact their presence was absolutely enough, they brought me a gift. Nothing expensive mind, but something very precious none the less.

A San Francisco snow globe from their own collection†, and ts actually even better than the original that broke.

So how do I interpret that. Certainly its a very kind and thoughtful gift, but it feels like it carries a message, that there are good things around the corner. I am going to say thins cautiously, but I feel that I am on the rise.

Meanwhile the writhing black goddess of pop music has sent me some cheering Euro-pop to match my mood and lift my spirits even further.

Anna Sahlene with "This Woman". I have been Evangelisting all day.

250lbs of bearded man in a suit and tie walking like a supermodel, dancing like a 12 year old girl and grinning like an idiot – something to see, let me tell you.

Check it out at the iTunes Music Store if you like the sound of it.

† Yes, he collects snow globes too, which seems an unlikely coincidence.