I honestly did not know I would survive 21 years without you. It speaks volumes for the human spirit, for I did not think I would see morning that night. It took seven years to say your name without crying. Today a lifetime of smiles around my eyes play, when I explain about the man… Read More 21 Years
Absolutely mindless chatter. 😊 Lady Cayte. I have a cat who turns 9 years old this year. The first few nights we had her as a kitten, I thought I should have named her “Hannibal”. Wild thing, she may kill us in our sleep, kinda cat. Now, she is the epidemy of “teenage dirtbag baby”… Read More Cat Chat
Sometimes I wonder if it is a curse or a gift to experience life so intensely… but I do believe it’s courageous. Leaves one expose for depths of pain, but also for intense joy…oh and flight of delightful fantasy. Happiness or sadness, disappointment or elation, joy or pain. Ultimately I know to be vulnerable, is… Read More Courage.
Dear friends and other interesting creatures, Sitting on a blanket in a field of sunflowers, typing on a retro style typewriter while eating sour dough bread with salted butter, brie cheese and fig preserve. An ever so delicate breeze would pick up a strand of my hair. A delightful shade of purple would dance against… Read More To dream is to starve doubt, feed hope.
One always has to know when a stage comes to an end. If we insist on staying longer than the necessary time, we lose the happiness and the meaning of the other stages we have to go through. Closing cycles, shutting doors, ending chapters – whatever name we give it, what matters is to leave… Read More Closing circles
Dear friends and other interesting creatures, All I wanted was to live a life where I could be me, and be okay with that. I had no need for material possessions, money or even close friends with me on my journey. I never understood people very well anyway, and they never seemed to understand me… Read More New every morning.
Dear friends and other interesting creatures, I have found it more and more difficult to align myself with the Blogging community as a whole. It has been a struggle between wanting to fit in, run with the cool kids, or my more inherent need to be recognised for who I am and my belief of… Read More What is a blogger?
Dear friends and other interesting creatures, You were my first love as a little girl. Waiting for you to come home from the Airforce. A R5 tucked into my hand when nobody looked. The first man to buy me perfume. A comfort after my father died.
Originally posted on The Nocturnal Wenchy:
Dear Tim, I’ve told you before.? The thing with death is,? I have no new pictures of you.? So I had to improvise a little. As I have been preparing for my Grahamstown festival trip next month,? I could not help but think of you.? Do you remember? You…
Dear friends and other interesting creatures, Random thoughts: * My anxiety is playing up at the moment and I am not loving it. My default emotion is anxiety so it does not require an event to plague me. It is not fanTy. Forgive me if I am not as chatty as usual. Although … I’ve… Read More Check your mate