Spring is well on its way to being sprung, and there are so many things I am loving right now it was hard to narrow down the list. Last spring I was all about pretty nailpolish and dresses, but this spring is more about comforts than anything else. Things that make my life that much better, and boost my zen just a bit more. Maybe it’s the Taurus in me, or maybe I just love things that make life better …
Part of what made Spartacus such an awesome show was not just the epic violence and mayhem, but also the character of Sparacus himself. Brave, loyal, heroic and strong, he was the ultimate warrior. When I heard today that lead actor Andy Whitfield had lost his battle to cancer, I couldn’t help thinking that he had done what few manage to achieve – he took his final bow with the role of a lifetime, which will forever entrench his legacy …
Spring is finally around the corner, and with a few days left of my much-needed time off, I am finally starting to feel my zen levels lifting. I adore spring – watching the trees start to get their new leaves, the mild weather, rain showers and enjoying the chance to wear bright colours does something to the soul somehow. For me, the picture above is the best way that I can describe the feeling that washes over me in September. …
Every step I take, every move I make Every single day, every time I pray I’ll be missing you Thinkin of the days, when you went away What a life to take, what a bond to break I’ll be missing you I’ve been thinking about you a lot lately. It’s funny how some songs take you back. Like watching a music video of life flashing past… all those moments, experiences and memories. Sometimes I think that it will always be …
September has always been one of my favourite months. It was this time last year that I made one of the biggest and most rewarding leaps of faith ever, to go freelance again. And today also marks the fourth year that I have been in the Bo Kaap. Perhaps it’s the promise of spring, or the beginning of the rollercoaster ride toward year end. I don’t know – this month it feels like a change of pace, and a sense …
The other day I got myself a beautiful Mu and Me notebook. For so many years I have blogged all my thoughts, and yet it doesn’t seem that long ago that I was a teenager recording everything in battered school diaries, covered in stickers and glitter and pictures. Actually, that was many years ago – almost half a lifetime ago if I am going to get specific. So long ago that today, my handwriting has regressed into an almost unreadible …
T’was Grace that taught… my heart to fear. And Grace, my fears relieved. How precious did that Grace appear… the hour I first believed. On Monday last week, my maternal grandmother passed away. She was very old, and had been sick for a few weeks. She went peacefully and quietly, with my mother and her sister by her side. It was not the type of death that I have had experience with – no shocks, no pain, no accident, murder …
So I finally started watching Lost last weekend – yes, I know it’s finished forever, but it’s all new to me. I’ve just started season 3, and am quite hooked. I may even love it more than True Blood (and that is saying a lot). Now that I’ve gotten into the series, I thought I would share some of the reasons why I love the show so very much… What are your favourite things about Lost?
Oops, that’s actually a pig in a teacup. Nevertheless, a storm in a teacup is what this past week felt like. Sometimes I wish I could be nonchalent and care-free, but it’s just in my nature to fret. Before Monday, I psyched myself up hugely, worrying that I would have to be on-site at a client for the whole day, and then have to go to a late meeting almost right afterwards. My sister and co rocking up on Sunday …
There is a small group of boys who I often see sleeping the day away at the bottom of my road. I know some of them, and one or two of them I have known for many years. These are the street kids we see all over the city and across South Africa – some have no home to go to, while others have chosen the hard life on the streets over the hopelessness of life at home. We see …
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