.. so lui die ou, ou sprokie my kind

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As die reën van stof en roet verby is
en die rook verdwyn
Sal daar in die sterrelose hemel
‘n neonboog verskyn

En kyk maar goed,
want as jy hom vind
vertel ek vir jou ‘n sprokie my kind,
van ‘n skatkis met ou kettings gebind
aan die neonboog se punt

Volg hom elke nag oor swart riviere
Oor kranse van beton,
as jy aanhou stap
tien duisend ure
sal jy dalk daar kom

Maar hier moet jy jou nimmer laat bind
want so lui die ou, ou sprokie my kind,
As jy geluk en vreugde wil vind
soek die neonboog se punt

Volg hom elke dag oor swart riviere
kyk nie eenmaal om
Dalk vind jy die land van blou saffiere
en dalk ‘n brokkie son

Sprokie vir ‘n stadskind – Koos du Plessis

Ek weet,  en jy weet en dis genoeg. –  Toy

Stel xxx

 

A Tumbleweed dancing in the light of the moon.

Dear friends and other interesting creatures,

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It was cold the day I arrived at Tumbleweed Cottage in McGregor. A crisp kind of cold where you don’t shiver, but you would not say no to a mug of the coffee from Strictly Coffee in Robertson which I had become accustomed to while visiting these little patches of vibrantly alive dorpies.

Besides, I had discovered a true gentleman with a winning smile in the owner, Hanno Schwartz. I rate a feeling of belonging highly on my scale of returning. My head always thinking too much, with a heart born from sentimentality, which my also be the death of me.

All this, while indulging in their delicious, banting friendly breakfast and cappuccinos. I admit, I did not expect these little towns to know about banting and was pleasantly delighted when in conversation I realized they didn’t just think “low carb”, they had done their homework. I watched as Hanno checked each plate as it left his kitchen. Winner, right there.

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Tumbleweed Cottage looked like my white picket fence would have, had I ever had one. The kind where the look is a feeling, and in reality had nothing to do with fences dressed in white.

The front door had a trick to opening it. Once inside, I dumped my signature purple luggage,  breathed in and exhaled a smile.  It was perfect.

Clean lines, modern yet rich in history. Quiet but not silent. Open space without feeling lost. I walked towards the window overlooking the backyard.

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The white paint of the outbuildings in contrast with the deep blue plunge pool water. For a moment I lingered over the space where I imagined children laughing in the pool in warmer weather, the unique smell of South African braai fires, adults sitting on the back stoep enjoying the ample grape selection of the surrounding wine estates.

I turned around, curious to see what the rest of the space held. The lounge with an inviting fireplace caught my eye. I made a mental note to get wood. It was cozy while big enough to cater for a family. Rich leather seating you melted in, with a throw neatly arranged to curl up under. I noticed a Tumbleweed hanging from the roof. I love attention to detail.

The kitchen was not very large, but big enough for the needs of the cottage. Well equipped with all one may need.  My need went as far as coffee and rusks which was stocked in the cottage. The blends from Strictly Coffee was clearly well supported by the community.

I made a cup,  folding my hands around it for warmth,  stepped out of my shoes and in my socks I explored the huge clay shower downstairs. Felt the textures under my finger. Experience all things with all senses. Towels neatly stacked with a piece of lavender on top,  just so, as you enter the bathroom. Purple whispers. What’s not to love? I disturbed the arrangements as I spread out the towel to see the size. I like big bath towels you can get lost in, oh and two ply toilet paper. A non-negotiable for me.

I walked up the stairs to find the most beautiful main bedroom. A sense of romance. A bath one could read, or be coy in. I imagined my husbands laughter. The room was spacious and light played across the white bedding. A sacred space. I missed @SirNoid as I ran my fingers over the linen. Beautiful. As I walked downstairs, I turned once more for another look. Just in time to invite night to fall eventually on this room of fifty shades of dancing light.

Putting my cup in the sink,  I looked into the second and third bedrooms,  positioned on the ground floor.  One room comprised of two single beds and the other with a rather large bed with a door that opened onto the front stoep.

I decided to make myself comfortable in the bedroom downstairs with the large bed, as travelling alone, I did not want to taint my vision of the romantic loft.

Before I could go in search of wood, a man with a wheelbarrow arrived selling wood. I was very pleased as I was starting to feel the chill. I paid for the wood and probably looking at my purple hair and acrylic enhanced long nails, asked “Kan ek Mevrou help met die vuur?

I naturally accepted and he systematically explained step for step how to make a fire and if I need more wood, he would be back tomorrow.

I smiled, thanked him and asked for a hug. He truly looked shocked, surprised and delighted at the same time. A toothless grin as I hugged him and said I would see him the next day.

White woman offering a coloured man with a wheelbarrow a hug. Clearly was not the usual order of business by his reaction. Well, I’m not a very order of business kinda Wenchy.

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I had a lovely supper out in town at Tebaldi’s at Temenos which is worth an entry all on its own. When I returned, I put the heater on and closed the door to keep the heat captive.

I phoned home. Stretched out under the white, fresh linen and was soon lost in a land where wheelbarrows meant smiles, a Tumbleweed dangled from the moon and I was sipping champagne in a bath, in a room of wonders.

I found in McGregor, dreams could easily become reality. What you thought to be your truth, was easily challenged by the sincerity of a toothless grin.

You should visit… especially if you enjoy watching a Tumbleweed dancing in the light of the moon.

I wish you enough,
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McGregor

McGregor is a small village in the mountains of the Western Cape, South Africa. It is roughly 150 km east of Cape Town. It is located in Ward 5 of the Breede River Winelands Municipality. According to the Census 2001, this Ward has a population of 10,254 people (Stats SA, 2001).
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Contact Mira for accommodation, places to go, things to see and all things country pumpkin around McGregor and the greater community:

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The first time ever I saw your face.

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My darling chicken little,

I miss you tremendously this morning. A sore that runs from my heart to my hands looking for yours and ending in a tear.

♡ #SmileBeautiful.. That is what you taught me. You need to © that shit.

♡ Be kind,  you never know which chapter of their book another person is on. Especially a teenager person…. or an old and frail person like me.  (Stop laughing!)

♡  Go give a random Grade 8 a hug today.

♡ You are funny,  without trying!

♡ You are perfect,  just as you are. (OK,  I’m sorry about that small hereditary illness, but hey… I didn’t choose it either!)

♡  You are an artist in so many ways. It comes with the freedom of never having the explain yourself.  Don’t.

♡ Some people will never get you. That’s OK. You were never meant to be a “one size fits all”.

♡ When I die,  you will inherit all my books. Remember this is not a valuable reason to kill me now!

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I wish you enough unicorns,  fairy dust and empathy to keep you real,  enough rainbows to keep you wishing but mostly enough magic to keep you sparkle.

The flawed Momma xxx

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To all the carbs I loved before…

Dear friends and other interesting creatures,

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One backstreet boy lost, one more to go… :) 18 months…. longer than I have ever kept to any way of eating.

When it reaches seven years I can say it lasted longer than any of my marriages… #justsaying I’m living in hope however #SirNoidForTheWin !

I review restaurants, travel destinations, movies, theater productions, products and books. By it’s very social nature, I attend a fair amount of events with flare and extravagance! Beautifully decorated settings, decadent food, exquisite drinks and exclusive venues.

It is exciting, fun and one can easily get distracted by all that glitter, that is not gold. It can be a total passion killer to my low carb, high fat (LCHF or banting) way of eating. Sometimes more, sometimes less.

(Strawberry Daiquiri being my down fall! Champagne don’t hurt... )

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I have guidelines which I try to stick to, without being a pain to my hosts. I’m not dead. Life is for the living! If I was more disciplined, I probably could have dropped that back street boy by now, but I prefer to think that the longer it takes, to better chance I have of those boys never finding me again!

Unless I am at a cocktail party where servers walk around with trays, most restaurants are very willing to adapt their serving to what my needs are, or I go with the flow. I’m not always a Diva… #surprise!

In my own time, I enjoy visiting Fresh Earth (Wins hands down on banting friendly ice cream!!) and Grain and Wood  (THE best banting brownies EVER!!!).  Two restaurants that are banting friendly as well as offering gluten free and vegetarian dishes.

Generally home is a “fun free” zone (in the kitchen) with little to lead one astray.  I’ve been more relaxed this past December with grown up kids visiting like a bus terminal.

At my advanced age of 42 you do want to encourage your children to visit, even using bribery.

* Sugar and carbs definitely increases Fibromyalgia flair ups.

* I refuse to make anyone toast as the smell itself makes me high. I. Can’t. Deal.

* I have not bought one potato or a packet of rice in the past 18 months. I do buy sugar for visitors and there is bread in the freezer, should my assistant feel she must have a slice. I know I would personally not settle for a slice of freezer bread. If I was going to eat bread, it would have to be awesome!

* I buy full fat everything. Yoghurt, milk, cheese etc.

* The most difficult item for me to give up on a daily basis is a Caffè Latte.

* Because I’m rather large, it took a long time for anyone to notice that I am smaller. Don’t let that put you off. You didn’t get fat overnight, you are not going to be Cindy Crawford by noon.

* I have less Fibromyalgia and Ankolysing Spondylitis pain banting . Losing weight is a wonderful side effect.

* This way of eating has had zero effect on my Bi-polar and Generalised Anxiety Disorder. Yes, I have been asked this question.

* I don’t see anything I eat as cheating, but more as personal sabotage. If I eat a restaurant portion carbs, I can guarantee, I will be in pain with stomach cramps later. So, do you want to eat this, or be in pain?

Sometimes I still eat the cake and suffer the pain.

* I have decided not to weigh myself this year. I’m already battling with this!!

* After three months of banting, my sugar was normal, my cholesterol and blood pressure too. I use to take meds for all of those conditions. 18 months later, it is all still normal. That’s probably where my normality ends.

* I’ve remained anemic (pre and post banting) and even after iron drips, my body does not seem to hold onto iron. Doctors have not been able to figure out WHY.

* I eat plenty spinach, cauliflower, eggs, chicken, pork, cheese, cream, bacon and mushrooms. Strawberries with whipped cream when in season, is fabulous! From time to time I will bake some egg muffins or banting bread, but not very often.

* I detest bullet proof coffee.

* I’m often asked if I take any special supplements. I take Moringa as the packaging promises I will receive all the nutrients I’m suppose to have. I’ve read it is suppose to part the Dead Sea or something, it is that powerful, but I can’t say I’m walking on water, but one never knows. I also take Magnesium tablets, more to help with Fibromyalgia side effects than anything else. Brain fog is a bastard.

* I’m a huge fan of The Real Meal Revolution, I love Raising Superheroes (!!) and the Lose It magazine… and no, I have no affiliation besides admiration for Prof Tim Noakes and Jonno Proudfoot. Oh I also have the 2016 planner. Very brand loyal I am.

* I use Xylitol as a sugar substitute. I don’t use much, so it lasts a long time.

* At present I have no exercise program and am quite happy when I’m able to walk downstairs without assistance. December was a difficult month health wise and on many other levels.

* I have no set meal plan. My own self could never deal with that. It reminds me of my first marriage and I need zero reminders of that nonsense.

* I do drink plenty of water because that is what I have always done. My Mammie Yvonne says I am a camel. I do not do it as a dietary requirement. Many banting sites will tell you to only drink water when you are thirsty. I’d say still drink the six to eight glasses at least.

* Yes, the drinks on a banting lifestyle is boring. I agree.

More FAQ about Banting:  http://realmealrevolution.com/faq

Whatever you do, learn, read and keep your mind thinking. You can work out for yourself that eating a bowl of grapes, a fruit with a high fructose level, is probably not low in sugar. Trust yourself and when you don’t, ask a friend. Not a fat one. 

I tried to cover the questions I am asked most often, if I didn’t answer yours, leave me a comment on my blog and I’ll answer it for you with pleasure, privately if you prefer. x

I do share recipes, tips etc of my Facebook page:  Nocturnal Wenchy  I encourage you to LIKE my page. That would make me happy.

I wish you enough,

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‘n Paw Paw vir my Darling!

Dear friends and other interesting creatures,

Today I am hosting a brilliant guest writer, Yvonne Griffin who did a brilliant review of the movie, ” ‘n Paw Paw vir my Darling! You can look forward to more Afrikaans movie and book reviews from her. 

I wish you enough,

Wenchy 


 

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‘n Lekkerder lekker as wanneer n film by die boekstorie hou, is daar nie. N Paw Paw vir my darling stel nie teleur nie. Jeanne Goosen se fiktiewe karakters word geloofwaardig en sprankelend vertolk deur onverbeterlike akteurs/aktrise.  Kwessies word subtiel en humoristies aangeraak soos liefde oor die kleurgrens en homoseksueliteit. Enkele kragwoorde mag aanstoot gee.

Die storie van die Beeslaers word verwoord deur Tsjaka, depressed, veronregte  hond van die gesin van Frik du Preezstraat, Damnville.  Aan stuur van sake is Vleis (n man vir die nuwe SA na 1994) . Sy vrou Sofie stress haar letterlik uit haar hare oor hul kinders en swak ekonomie – n situasie wat met en sonder payday vinnig reggesien word met n braai en n bottel Cape Hope!

 Die Beeslaarkinders betaan uit Elvis, die oudste en enigste seun met sy Kerrie cherry. Die middelkind Rusty het op die paal geraak, baba weggegee, kraandrywer geword by Iscor met haar liefde, die kraamsuster Tabitha  Snygans. Die grootste rede tot verdriet is dikboud Mabel  “retrenched” wat droom van Hollywood en Charlize  Theron. Giepie Briel van oorkant die straat, karate wonder van formaat bied uitkoms ….”wat wil n vrou meer he?” ‘n G0eie werk, siekefonds, vrypas en als?

 Soufie se ma Sally Caravan, bewoon n karavaan op die werf, sy sien gesigte en voorbodes. Vleis se ma, Girla van Huis Herfsblaar, het nie n tekort aan vryers nie – veral Tango du Toit as n geheime agent steel die hart. Tussen die twee ma’s hang n fete oor n plastiese roos van Bles Bridges.

Meng in Cyril Posa, die tuinbeampte, Hillies Grobbelaar wat enige strike kan stil toyi-toyi en n pastoor wat net sy kudde tot by nagmaal wil kry en Sersant Kennedy Banda wat eerder n oorplasing vra Hillbrow toe …

 Vergete is nie Tsjaka wat sy hart verloor aan n verdwaalde franse poedel nie. Kennende Damnville loop tel hy maar die stukke op langs die blou wawiel beton en die golfbal posbus…

Heerlike tong in die kies vermaak!

n Paw Paw vir my Darling

Yvonne Griffin

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Smile beautiful!

Dear friends and other interesting creatures,

When my children were little, I often use to hide “things” in their bags. Words of encouragement, cards, or a heart shaped sweet at Valentine’s Day. I cannot claim to be the world’s greatest mom, but I truly tried. I still do.

I saw my daughter, Victoria today for the first time in two weeks. Yay me! It appears a little of me did rub off on her. 

Last year she left me a post it note on my mirror that said “Smile beautiful!”.  Some days the note made me smile, other days I smiled with tears. The glue eventually gave up on me smiling and it fell to the floor. I very quickly found it. It was a bit of gold in my day.

Tonight, I found these in my bedroom and bathroom. How fabulous is that? Sometimes a kind word or a simple touch can truly turn your day into “Smile beautiful!”
Thank you my little chicken. I really needed every single one of these today…. My favourite being “You are loved”.

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I hope this encourages you to reach out to someone in kindness, with gentle words and love. You can make a very real difference with a simple act.

I wish you enough,
Wenchy

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Paint your picture blue and grey.

Dear friends and other interesting creatures,

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It’s 3am.

While desperately trying to slow dance with the moon,  it is not meeting my gaze long enough for me to choose the song. There is no dancing me to the end of love.

Elusive urban skies. The same urban jungle that bring me a strange comfort, has the ability to swallow me whole … but alas I shall not go quietly into this dark night.

My body is betraying me as I rise and fall with the raw,  prolonged pain running from the soles of my feet to my neck. 

Lingering like a lovers touch in the small of my back,  slowly drawing me in. I close my eyes for we have played this game before. I know how this plays out.

Meeting in the middle of my shoulder blades a sharp, stabbing pain reminds me love is not always patient, nor kind. While this lover of mine is faithful, it does not forgive any trespasses.

A tear falls to my cheek without truly making the entrance the emotion demands. There is no applause. My lover does not kiss my forehead,  yet it makes believable promises of forever.

In the dark of night, I have often found the light in my soul. Not tonight, Josephine.

Pain dances across my every nerve while I desperately await the medication to lead my loyal and besotted lover, exit stage left.

Till the next performance.

I wish you… enough,
Wenchy

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