To dream is to starve doubt, feed hope. 

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 the blue sky. Stetched out on the blanket, I look up. I close my eyes while darkness rolls in with a gift of stars. A million flickering delights. Are you shining just for me? I wish you enough Wenchy Continue reading To dream is to starve doubt, feed hope. 

Closing circles

The Nocturnal Wenchy

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 in the past the moments of life that have finished.

Did you lose your job? Has a loving relationship come to an end? Did you leave your parents’ house? Gone to live abroad? Has a long-lasting friendship ended all of a sudden?

You can spend a long time wondering why this has happened.

You can tell yourself you won’t take another step until you find out why certain things that were so important and so solid in your life have turned into dust, just like that.

But such an attitude will be awfully stressing for everyone involved: your parents, your husband or wife, your friends, your children, your sister.

Everyone is finishing chapters, turning over new leaves, getting on with life, and they will all feel bad seeing you at a standstill.

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New every morning. 

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 very well either. All I wanted was my art and the chance to be the creator of my own world, my own reality. I wanted the open road and new beginnings every day. – Charlotte Eriksson I remember a time in my life I honestly … Continue reading New every morning. 

What is a blogger? 

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 what a Blogger is. Maybe I will just declare myself the cool kid. I have never fitted into a genre and there is no niche to my writing, except that I write my truth. My personal, human experience. Joyful or destroying. What was an online … Continue reading What is a blogger? 

42 you said?

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 were in school uniform. Matric blazer. I was sitting on the steps of the church on the square in Grahamstown. I went to a private school so no uniform.? I remember I was wearing a very stretched out purple jersey and brown leather shoes I had bought at the festival. (Remains… Continue reading 42 you said?

Check your mate

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 become really good at hiding these issues. * I love my husband, @SirNoid. He won a big ass TV and put it in our room for me to watch DVD’s. Not that I watch DVD’s all day long but it made me feel special that he … Continue reading Check your mate

I winked and you were gone.

Dear Kev, Liam James and Victoria, I miss you tonight with a pain so intense in my chest, it makes breathing difficult. Tears burns my eyes silently. Remember when we were all we had? Burning marshmallows over a candle on the bedroom floor because I was a “cool” mom like that? I always wanted to be a Mom. All four of us sleeping in the same room because we didn’t feel safe? Kev doing us all a favour really… Fighting to get Liam James to put his socks on for school…or get out of bed … or brush his teeth … Continue reading I winked and you were gone.