Believe me my young friend, there is nothing - absolutely nothing - half so much worth doing as simply messing about in boats- The Wind in the Willows Arniston: Around 1995: Recently married, my husband and I hired a little boat (a rubber thingie with a tiny engine, I imagine around 15horse power engine- why… Continue reading Messing about in boats: a short story for our time.
I recently read an article on alternative lives, lives unlived or just doing things differently. The crossroads we reach at certain junctions which don’t appear to be anything like a fork in the road until we look back on it many years later and see that it was exactly that. There was a time in… Continue reading 10 Lessons for Living #LocationFree
I’ve been thinking about how I feel on some days compared to others, and linked to that, how I define myself. How WE define ourselves. I mean, do you think there is one or a dominant defining moment in your life that sets you up for something that endures for several years- or perhaps most… Continue reading How do you define yourself? How would you LIKE to be defined?
Here’s a funny thing: if someone had told me they’d read a book called Death and the After Parties and recommended that I read it I would have said, not a chance! There’re so many things I want to read about and death is not one of them. Not now. Shall I tell you why?… Continue reading BOOK TALK: Death & the After Parties- JOANNE HICHENS and Upcoming Interview with Author
I’ve never been much of a gardener. I love the garden- trees and herbs in particular- but for whatever reason, it’s never been a thing for me, until fairly recently when I just got stuck in and tried. And somehow produced some nice crops in fact: broccoli, butternut, aubergine, lettuce, tomatoes, mielies, chillies and even… Continue reading Sharing secrets of a sustainable life: gardening workshop in Stanford
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It’s long overdue, this blog. Long overdue. At the very latest, I’d resolved to post this on the 27th July, exactly two months after my last on 27th May. But it’s past midnight now. Today is 28th. (Oops I see now that my last one was on 29th. This date confusion can happen in a… Continue reading Time passes. The sun will continue to rise.
Morning All, Tea. The first thought I had when my face was still squashed against the pillow, my arms bent at the elbow so that each hand rests warmly in between pillow and sheet. Useless bloody pillows my second thought. Flat and shapeless and worn and old. Need to get more. Hate shopping. Nice cup… Continue reading On rain and recycling and essentials
Today marks the 8th Friday of Lockdown. Exactly 8 weeks ago, South Africans were told to stay home. 56 days ago. I wish I didn’t have to mention the word lockdown. It’s a little tired term. I’m kind of over this term with its connotations of curtailment of freedom and all. For an unknown quantum… Continue reading ReFlective Friday. At 8 weeks.
Hullo my Noodles, It’s been a while I know. I’m sorry about that. Especially to all you new blog followers that I seemed to have collected just as I started to take a break from my daily blog. It seems a bit much though, a daily blog. But I did intend a weekly thing or… Continue reading A day. To appreciate.