(Post written yesterday, 13.04.2021) This is called stream of consciousness I believe. A device used by Virginia Woolf and others if I’m correct (but if I pursue this line of thought I’ll be even more distracted and won’t get on with my day. Apologies if incorrect.) But here. Picture the scene. (I’ll help by providing… Continue reading On mountains, mothering and driving lessons.
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.
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.
Sometimes the more I think about writing, the harder it is to write. Other times I turn up and it turns up with me. With 'big' new beginnings like this first month of a new decade, this blog should be punchy and perfect but it's already nearly the middle of January so I need to… Continue reading if only love were so simple. perhaps it is.
Two books I have read recently are Being Kari and Being Lily by Qarnita Loxton. Though I read them in reverse to the order in which they were written, Lily before Kari, it didn’t matter at all as each story can stand alone. Few things I want to say about them here as many thoughts… Continue reading BOOK REVIEWS: Being Kari & Being Lily