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Once on the school bus I glanced up at the drivers rear view mirror.  For a split second I observed the stranger in view as a detached outsider.  The perspective was shattered on realizing that I was looking at myself.  I tried to get back to where my mind was in that moment, but it was gone.  I would so …

This morning we set off for a day of fun at Lusito Land.  This annual Portuguese festival was a hit with Fjord last year (and the grown ups had a good time too). The queuing system is rather like a New Years resolution it starts out looking like it has good intentions to be orderly and efficient but when you …

Today’s Daily Post Prompt titled Earworm is “What song is stuck in your head (or on permanent rotation in your CD  or MP3 player) these days? Why does it speak to you?” Over a month ago I caught the Banana Boat song playing on the radio. Oi, I’ve never had such a bad case of earworm.  I just can’t get …

When I started smoking as a teen I wanted to fit in.  I continue to smoke now because I don’t want to fit in.  Every fibre of me rejects the over sanitized, airbrushed bullshit around me. In the 80’s more people smoked, but there was less self harm, of course humans did bad, stupid stuff but there was more honesty …

The Natal Midlands breath magic and poetry, there is art in nature and nature in art.  The hills are alive and they sing to you, if you go to Culamoya Chimes this transfers from metaphor to reality.  A breeze blows through you and the cobwebs fall away. Frik and Lola are examples of pure good folk and you feel it …

Normally if I drink coffee it’s one cup in the morning.  Last night I could not resist a cappuccino.  Won’t be doing that again!  My weary body gave a contented sigh as I collapsed on my beloved bed.  Then I became a snorkeller on the oceans of tranquillity.  Gazing into the depths of the world of dreams, I thrashed about …

There’s an ache in my sternum as we drive out of Durban. Each road familiar, mapped in my psyche. No specific memories occupy my mind but flashes of impressions associated with each place, passing like trees seen from the car window, intangible in my visions periphery. Fleeting emotions and reminders that this is where I belong. Subliminal, wordless poetry, striking …

My everyday life is simply too busy.  Mostly because there is so much to do and partly because I don’t know how to sit still.  I have small children, a husband and endless chores to tend to.  I feel that I race through each day with a mental ‘to do’ list which is often misplaced and never complete.  I feel …

I have ingrained in me the perfect recipe for self-denial, I grew up Catholic and I am a mother.  Sack cloth and ashes is my natural style.  The decadent bliss of a back and head massage at Cellu-Beauty on our weekend away at Natal Spa was worth the instinctive guilt. I probably would not have been led into temptation but …