A message from Mother Nature…? Click to see the story.
So, recently again, I was made aware of the sting of fundamental rejection.
However, the older I become, I more often also see the value of it. With every instance, I become increasingly resigned to it as a fact of life, in particular modern life. But I also see it as an opportunity to grow. To become a bit more comfortable in my own skin, and to keep up the search for those who will in fact not turn away. Who will stick around. Continue reading
Home is where the heart is. Or, the heart is at home where it is at home.
I am not sure when exactly I wrote this, but it was about two or three years ago. It got lost in all the papers I shoved into a box at some stage (from desk to pile on desk to box in bookcase, as it were) and I rediscovered it the other day while gutting said box.
It was obviously directed at myself, but I think that it may be of use to others. I certainly feel the challenge and a sense of urgency. Continue reading
My last visit to these guys.
Last week, I ended one of my longest relationships. It lasted just over 30 years, but after a long period of reflection and getting over sentimentality, I closed the very first bank account I ever had. My relationship with Absa (Trust Bank when the account was opened for me by my dad at the Bellville Middestad branch, if I remember correctly) is no more.
I’m not sure what drove PB to commit suicide this weekend. I haven’t had contact with her for some time, but heard here and there from friends who were still in contact with her that things were going well. It certainly seemed so on the profile picture she added on Facebook the morning of the day she took her life.
I was attending a final Woordfees show when I heard the unsettling news.
You know you’re in the Strand when you see this.
Best view with a cold one.
On 2 January I went to the beach with my neighbour. He’s an avid surfer and came knocking on my door first thing to join him for the day. To give some background, my plan had originally been to go to the beach on 1 January, but in the coastal areas of South Africa, that is one of the few days of the year that it seems everyone and their friend is at the beach. Thousands of people descend upon the beach, making traffic and finding parking and a little spot on the beach a veritable nightmare. So postponing this outing for one day seemed reasonable.