Sharing this song again.
I wouldn’t even call it a ‘song’. A musical scroll, if you will, inscribed with multiple spiritual messages, each one like a fruit waiting to be plucked at the right time, at harvest time.
Today, as I listen again (it’s been on repeat for two days), the words tease me:
Do you see what I see?
Do you hear what I hear?
Do you know what I know?
Do you want what I want?
I heard today about a woman, only slightly older than me, who is gradually going blind. She has a disease that is causing her vision to narrow, resulting in tunnel vision, and eventually total blindness.
She’s apparently always wanted to travel to Morocco. So this year, her family are taking her to see this magical place, before its too late for her.
Do we really have to face blindness before we go see what our hearts burn with desire to see? Read more
…Things I would tell a younger me…
Dear Young Lover,
I want to tell you something about love, marriage and life. Sit with me, let’s talk.
I hear you say, “What could you tell me? You’re only 32 years old!” Even at 32, Young Lover, years of sunshine and smiles have begun to etch faint crowfeet beneath my eyes, and years of frustration and crying have begun to carve deep furrows between my brows. Sit now, let’s talk. Read more
Let me tell you a story…
The other day, I popped into a local store for some basic groceries, a small Spar centre that I frequent regularly enough to know the staff and even a few of the car guards* in the parking lot.
*Dear international readers: In South Africa, we have “car guards” at our shopping centres. They’re a lot like this: Read more
What My Toddler Taught Me About Courage…
We attended a family birthday shindig recently, held at a kid’s party venue on the outskirts of the city. You know the type: a large outdoor garden, with a giant jungle gym, monkey bars, cricket pitch and plastic motorbikes strewn across a miniature race track.
It was a wonderful morning. Overcast, but not cool. About twenty young children showed up, and it was one screaming, messy, sugar-fueled blowout. Phew! Read more
Each morning I endure, on average, an hour and half to two hours of traffic en route to work. That’s one way. As you can imagine, it offers me excessive amounts of time to think, listen to sermons, or drown my sorrows. (in music, for heaven’s sake. Music!)
One recent morning, I found myself pondering a question that we’re all asked at some time or another, usually by some motivational speaker or a high school life skills teacher: Where do you see yourself in x-amount of years? Well, I thought, let’s have some fun with this…. I still have a good ten kilometres of hell ahead of me, I may as well dream… Read more
Spring always makes me feel as though I am in love again.
With all the beautiful things in the world.
The way the sunshine strokes my skin.
Sleeveless shirts and open sandals and painted toenails. Read more
Life is nothing like a box of chocolates.
Its more like a flock of dirty, crazy pigeons: Sometimes they merge and ascend in harmony on the wind, unified in their flight. And then suddenly they all turn against each other in demented chaos, and come spiraling down in a tumble of feathers and flailing wings… Read more
In a few days’ time, I will be undergoing a massive lifestyle change: I will be going from working full-time to part-time, from 40 hours per week, to 24. My husband and I have done some reorganizing of priorities in the last few months, and this was the outcome.
If you do not change your direction, you may end up where you are heading. ~Lao Tzu