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Author Archives: sula 1968

Week ending 5/4/19

I will get around to posting about our train ride to Cape Town which was utterly unforgettable.  Long ago I did posts about my week but got out of that habit.  I want to get back to using this blog as a journal. The morning after our return from Cape Town Cliff was picking up dog droppings in the garden, ... Read More »

Taking charge of my personal space – madam no more

5 Months ago it came to pass that I am no longer the empolyer of a domestic worker.  This has been a dramatically positive and empowering shift.  I grew up with domestic workers in the home and from then onward felt that their services were vital and indispensable.  It’s hard to imagine if I would have coped with full burden ... Read More »

Easy Pullover jersey – Knitting for dummies

For the longest time I have wanted a 100% cotton jersey.  I’ve looked at ones ready made for sale and on and off over the last few years I’ve  spent hours online searching for a pattern to make my own.  I’ve used search terms like, free pattern, easy, garter stitch jersey, jumper, pullover and so on, and even “knitting for ... Read More »

Rocktail Camp in Maputaland

It is 8 months since we visited Rocktail Camp and our son Fjord still talks about it about once a week.  We first spent a few nights at Mabibi Camp and moved across to Rocktail for a few nights.  In this unspoiled corner of paradise we experienced 2 sides of a rare coin.  At Mabibi Camp the rustic self catering ... Read More »

Rain – poem

If anyone can give me a better title for this poem please let me know.  It was written in a record marathon when I wrote 4 poems in about an hour. RAIN To live is to stand In a storm Arms outstretched Feel the sting of awareness Face upturned to meet the tears Of clouds without linings Forced to release ... Read More »

Freedom – Poem

This poem could also use a better title, another from the 4 in quick succession session FREEDOM When I stopped being Who they wanted me to be Who I thought I ought to be Who you would be more comfortable around I lost my way a little Then found that There needed be a path To the place Where I ... Read More »

Parenting – Poem

PARENTING Freedom is not an eagle gliding It is not release from bars, or chains It has nothing to do with space or confinement The key To unlock my liberty Is your forgiveness For the times I was not who you needed me to be For the choices I made Or failed to make Which altered your course From a ... Read More »