Eye am Bach on Moped.

Eye yam Bach.

I know, it's been a while since I've revisited these pages. It's been a while since I've condensed my day into a bunch of words for the cyberworld to see. Mind you, it's been such a long while that I forgot my password to get into this blogsite!

Work and life have kept me away. (Note that I havent cumulated work as part of life.) Work and life are two separate entities, both to be lived and enjoyed in fulness, but in very different ways. Work has been amazing...I am learning at a pace that I never thought possible. I now do the weekly court rounds, and I am bemused that the Judge knows me by name. "Aaaah. Good morning, Ms. Wong" he booms, a strangely warm and kindred voice, with twinkly eyes that peek out from behind silver reading glasses. "G' Mornin', sir", I reply, half smiling.

He used to intimidate me... but I've gotten used to his face. I recognise the way he twitches his pen back and forth when you're trying to make your point but he thinks you're waffling. I recognise how he smiles quietly when you make a good point. I see how he listens to both sides, patiently, fairly... and how he rests his chin in his hand when he's close to coming to a decision.

I like him. A good Judge; a fair one who is not afraid to go beyond the Law and test boundaries so that truth is not suffocated by fact. A searching Judge who listens with his ears, and heart.

I still love this job. I love the fact that I can hold a trembling hand and say "it's going to be ok". My heart breaks when clients cry in my office, my heart leaps when they manage to pick up their pieces and make amends in life. One of my clients came back to the office after some time away, lifted me off the ground and said "No one's ever stood up for me before. I got a second shot at life, thank you". He was a drug addict, homeless, a drunk, everyone he came across judged him because of what they saw and never looked any deeper. We fought with city council to give him a chance. He's now completed his detox, he's clean, he's got a job and is back on his feet. Look at that, my first day back in months, and I'm only ranting about work.

Well...life is good too. Very good. I've made solid friends here, I've found a salsa dance school in town (very near me, so I have an excuse to la-cuca-racha when I feel like it), I am really involved with the Youth, volunteering every Wednesday (which is an immense blessing), I have been cooking more than ever with weird and wonderful recipes, I bake bread alot! I may get a motorcycle license... (please dont tell my mom..)

I'm happy. Life and work are a blessing. *streeeeeeetch* All I need now is a motorcycle license and a drive round the country on a moped.